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capeandcowllogs2011-08-17 01:31 pm
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Though we're strangers till now.
WHO: Leia Organa and Eames! And bonus!Han at some point.
WHERE: Eames's apartment (where Han and Leia are currently staying)
WHEN: Early morning of the 17th.
WARNINGS: None for now?
SUMMARY: Leia has nightmares about Vader and being helpless. Eames knows a thing or two about dreams. Maybe.
FORMAT: Prose to start? Eppy, it's up to you.
Alone, in the darkness of her chambers, were where most of Leia's dreams began, dressed lavishly in the royal garments of Alderaan. As she stepped out from the privacy of her room, bright colors assaulted her senses, beaming from the elaborate and floral decor of the ballroom. Already at her arm was Xizor, leading her out to the floor slowly toward the couples already spinning with a fervor to a violin's excited cry. Gently, he took her hand in his and pressed the other just behind her shoulder blade as they dove into the frenzy of color. His eyes glinted down at her as she stared around at the other beings stepping in time as her own feet moved with a perfected grace that she never knew she had.
As they dipped, bobbed, and weaved mechanically through the waltz, a sudden dark presence struck Leia so acutely that she stopped, but couldn't pull herself away from Xizor, his grip too firm and held her in place as her steps faltered and she stumbled a couple more steps before the trance swept over her again.
Powerless to stop. Powerless to get away. Powerless to even seek help.
No. She couldn't be. She couldn't! And with a forceful push, Xizor tumbled away from her and the waltz immediately stopped, the crowd parted and there stood Vader, a shade amidst the splendid spectrum, the only spot of black in the ballroom. The music silenced and the echo of joy dimmed into the agony of that false breathing, mechanical and cruel as he moved forward to replace Xizor, stature towering far above her. Where his glove met her hand, blood drained out and horror filled her senses as they began to waltz amid the intense stares of partygoers, a slow, macabre dance like one would before death.
She could only break away her gaze to see Han, frozen and hanging on the wall. Her heart dropped into her stomach. No, no, he was alive, she'd seen him, he was--- Vader stopped the dance and leaned down toward her ear, voice low, "Forgive me."
-
Almost immediately, Leia sits up in her bed, hand clutched to her chest and long hair curtained about her face. There’s a mumble from Han as he, too, wakes up from where he had previously been asleep on the couch.
“I’ll be back.” A bad attempt at trying to soothe the worried expression on his face as she pulls on a bathrobe over her nightgown and scurries out the door to their bedroom.
She can still hear the sound of Vader’s breathing in her ear as she moves toward the kitchen to try and make some tea for herself, as it’s nearly sunrise anyway.
WHERE: Eames's apartment (where Han and Leia are currently staying)
WHEN: Early morning of the 17th.
WARNINGS: None for now?
SUMMARY: Leia has nightmares about Vader and being helpless. Eames knows a thing or two about dreams. Maybe.
FORMAT: Prose to start? Eppy, it's up to you.
Alone, in the darkness of her chambers, were where most of Leia's dreams began, dressed lavishly in the royal garments of Alderaan. As she stepped out from the privacy of her room, bright colors assaulted her senses, beaming from the elaborate and floral decor of the ballroom. Already at her arm was Xizor, leading her out to the floor slowly toward the couples already spinning with a fervor to a violin's excited cry. Gently, he took her hand in his and pressed the other just behind her shoulder blade as they dove into the frenzy of color. His eyes glinted down at her as she stared around at the other beings stepping in time as her own feet moved with a perfected grace that she never knew she had.
As they dipped, bobbed, and weaved mechanically through the waltz, a sudden dark presence struck Leia so acutely that she stopped, but couldn't pull herself away from Xizor, his grip too firm and held her in place as her steps faltered and she stumbled a couple more steps before the trance swept over her again.
Powerless to stop. Powerless to get away. Powerless to even seek help.
No. She couldn't be. She couldn't! And with a forceful push, Xizor tumbled away from her and the waltz immediately stopped, the crowd parted and there stood Vader, a shade amidst the splendid spectrum, the only spot of black in the ballroom. The music silenced and the echo of joy dimmed into the agony of that false breathing, mechanical and cruel as he moved forward to replace Xizor, stature towering far above her. Where his glove met her hand, blood drained out and horror filled her senses as they began to waltz amid the intense stares of partygoers, a slow, macabre dance like one would before death.
She could only break away her gaze to see Han, frozen and hanging on the wall. Her heart dropped into her stomach. No, no, he was alive, she'd seen him, he was--- Vader stopped the dance and leaned down toward her ear, voice low, "Forgive me."
-
Almost immediately, Leia sits up in her bed, hand clutched to her chest and long hair curtained about her face. There’s a mumble from Han as he, too, wakes up from where he had previously been asleep on the couch.
“I’ll be back.” A bad attempt at trying to soothe the worried expression on his face as she pulls on a bathrobe over her nightgown and scurries out the door to their bedroom.
She can still hear the sound of Vader’s breathing in her ear as she moves toward the kitchen to try and make some tea for herself, as it’s nearly sunrise anyway.
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[ as his forgeries had. and now look at what he's capable of. ]
I believe you could destroy him, if you wanted. You're a very resourceful woman, Leia.
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We've been trying for years. We thought we had but he escaped.
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[ had eames the power, he would have offered his own services. he'd killed a fair number of seemingly untouchable men in his time. one more would make no difference. ]