So, the thing is:
-Luke Skywalker is a virgin at twenty-three. And, like, okay, it’s not as though he didn’t have opportunities. He totally had opportunities. After he blew up the Death Star? He could have slept with, like. At least three separate people, if he’d wanted.
-but he politely declined them all, on account of having very stupidly lost his heart to
-A) Han Solo, and
-B) Princess Leia.
-he doesn’t know about the incest yet. He’s nineteen when he joins the Rebellion. He pretty much knows that Han is kind and Leia is good; that there’s a singing, sparking connection that’s drawing tighter every day between the three of them, and he doesn’t know how he loves them but he loves them; doesn’t know how he wants them but he wants them.
-and years go by, fighting the Empire and learning to be a Jedi and loving both of them better and wanting in ways that stay frustratingly inchoate, until all three of them are caught in this weird dissatisfying triangle of love and friendship and loyalty that means they’re circling each other endlessly, waiting for whatever the missing piece is to click into place.
-what I mean by this is: the Rebellion is FULL of jokes about poor baby Luke and his blindingly obvious crushes, and there’s a betting pool on whether it’s Han or Leia that will take pity on him first.
-what I mean by this is: Leia gives Luke a lingering kiss to show Han what he’s missing, and no one’s exactly sure who they’re jealous of, no one’s exactly sure of what they want, or how they want it.
-Leia feels weird about the kiss, even at the time. She decides she feels bad about giving Luke the wrong idea. (She wonders, though. Her connection with Luke is so strong, so clear and good and inevitable.)
-Luke has to pretend to be Han’s boyfriend on a covert mission one time, and it is terrible and wonderful and he almost dies of embarrassment when Han kisses him for the op and he lets out this dumb involuntary little moan, and when the mission’s over Han goes all pink and weird and Luke’s full of misery and want and something almost, almost happens–but then Han takes off for a few months without explanation and Leia broods and yells and when Han comes back they pretend it never happened.
-anyway. this is backstory. this is all in preparation for the party at the battle of Endor, for the utterly knowing look on Lando’s face as he watches Luke watch Han and Leia.
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Lark you can’t just say he’s a good Prouvaire and NOT GIVE A NAME when YES XD
and Combeferre is answering him but Courfeyrac can’t get any of the words to stick together in his brain and he’s just. Trying not to cry in front of everyone? And he holds up the small pastry box he brought Ferre (never go anywhere new without food!!!!) and stutters out an “oh this is for YOU”.
And then Ferre’s coworkers start filing up, asking him questions about “the cute one, what’s his name?” or “oh hey your friend is hot?” or “wait is he your boyfriend? NO!? Oh good, so i can ask him out then?” and Ferre is overwhelmed but most of all super angry for some reason. No you may not ask him out. No. No he is a mess and he is adorable and you may not ask him out (he mentally chastises himself because that is super possessive behaviour what the fuck?? @ self). But he doesn’t actually voice his objections, instead passively smiling and nodding and going “sure why the hell not”.
Courf rejects all of them with a polite smile and a few stuttered “oh. i’m taken”s. His mouth is dry. Ferre is still there in his FUCKING GODDAMN UNIFORM FUCKING G FUCKGING
(bonus: after everyone gets bored of hanging around near Courf, Ferre asks him suspiciously “uhh, Courf? Why did you tell them you were taken?” and Courfeyrac is seized in momentary panic. Oh Fuck. “because. I didn’t know what else to say to turn them down, to be frank with you”
“yeah but why would you want to turn them down? I mean, i know for a fact that at least Casey is your type – she’s smart, and beautiful, and a really good speaker, and she has freckles which you seem to like,” and he doesn’t mean to, but he sounds way more passionate about it than he normally would – a product of his jealousy, which Courf misreads, horribly.
“Oh yeah? If she’s so fucking great why don’t you date her?” but that’s not what Ferre Meant!!! And he tells him as much!! And Courf is awkwardly standing there trying to figure out a way to tell him “yeah she’s not my type because she’s not six foot infinity and she doesn’t have stupid glasses and a stupid jawline and she’s not YOU okay” without actually letting him know he likes him!!! Dumb sunshine boy.)
Anyone else feel like Dark Mori is the ideal witchy wardrobe? So many pockets, so many layers, so much to enchant. I know it’s perfect for the climate where I live.
I want to wear these and either do magic in the woods or be an urban rogue who goes and becomes best friends with a dragon.