Voicemail ~ Mask or Menace

[faithfulson]

Skywalker here. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you.

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[faithfulson]

[ ...and here is poor Luke. Poor Luke, who thinks Leia understands what he's trying to get at, and now is suffering from mental images he didn't need nor want. ]

I-I don't know how he does it!

[ The helpless, embarrassed squeaking is all that comes out in his voice. ]

I-it's something you need to talk to him about.

[articulations]

Why? So he can make excuses? No.

[ The shakiness in her grip on the comm was controlled by her fingers gripping all the harder. The shakiness in her voice, nothing could stop that. Which was why she breathed out the next bit unsteadily: ]

I can't believe I... [ A swallow cut her off. I can't believe I let myself believe. I can't believe I kissed him a second time, said those things. Let him in. ] I'm going to go now.

I didn't contact you to talk about-- this.

[faithfulson]

Wha--? Leia, I'm sure it was mutual. Han wouldn't... do that.

[ ...this is a very real reminder that he actually isn't that good at this sort of thing. At all. ]

L-look, just trust me. The two of you need to talk.

[articulations]

...goodnight, Luke.

[ She wasn't so sure she wanted to do that. ]

[faithfulson]

Leia...

[ He messed up he messed up he messed up... ]

Please trust me when I say everything is fine between the three of us, okay? Goodnight...

[articulations]

I'm sorry but...it's not.

[ The comm link ended then. ]