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06.19.2012 , 01:55 PM |
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Week of 6/15/12
- Everybody has things they don't like to admit. Sometimes it's big, sometimes it's just something small. Sometimes it's nice to finally let it out. What does your character need to admit - and to who?
- All of our characters are good fighters, but people are good at more than one thing. What else are they good at - and how do their friends and family react to learning about this hidden skill?
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Harriet, Smuggler. Some spoilers for fem!smuggler/Corso romance. Not really spoilers for Legacy Heroic Abilities.
Vague spoilers for fem!SW/Quinn romance, but not much.
Harriet had finally returned to her ship, to her crew mates, and to her husband after being away for a week. Her mother had asked Harriet to come for a visit as it had been a few years since she'd last seen them. She'd been able to put it off as long as she could as she had been busy on missions that kept her from having any real down time. Plus, Corso was always with her and with his insane jealousy; she couldn't go two inches without that man wanting to know where she was going and who she planned to see.
Harriet had finally had to tell Corso that she was going to visit her parents, damnit, and that she needed to see them alone. Corso had frowned at her, but agreed without further incident. So, here she was, back from visiting her parents. Corso had been the first person she saw as she walked onto her ship, tired and emotionally drained. But then again, her father always left her that way.
Without a single word spoken, Corso had wrapped his arms around Harriet and kissed her soundly, walking them back to their quarters to show her how much she had been missed. Their first time together after she returned was harried and rough, without much preamble. Their second time was what she was used to, slow kisses, sensual caresses, showing how much she was loved by the man she’d married.
Which is why she found herself, sitting in the middle of their bed, knees drawn up to her chest, waiting for Corso to finish his shower and come back out. She had something she needed to tell him, she just hoped once she got this off her chest, that he wouldn’t leave and never come back.
“Harriet?” Corso stepped into the room, a towel wrapped around his waist as he used a second one to dry his hair. “Is something wrong?” He questioned, seeing his wife’s forlorn expression.
“Okay, you know how I said I went to go see my parents last week?” She began, waiting for Corso to nod in acknowledgment. “Well…that’s not all I did.”
Corso sat heavily onto the corner of the bed. “You’re seeing someone.”
“What?!” Harriet gasped out, hand to her chest, and stared at her husband in shock. “No! You’re the only one I’ve ever been with, you lug nut!” She punched him none-to-gently in the arm. “Why the hell would you even think that? Stars! I love you! Cripes.”
Corso winced at the punch, rubbing his bruised arm absently. “Well, if you’re not seeing another man, then what else were you doing?”
“I was learning new skills—and before you even THINK to bring up anything of a sexual nature, just remember I have VERY good aim with my feet and certain parts of one’s anatomy.” Her lips twitched into a half smile as Corso’s legs suddenly slammed together and a grimace flashed across his face.
“Alright, what skills were you learning?”
“First I need to tell you, that neither me nor my parents had any clue that this could happen. They thought I was just another regular non-force sensitive child like the majority of people in the galaxy. So it came as a shock to both them AND me that I had some force sensitivity.”
Corso frowned at this, but ultimately shrugged his shoulders. “It happens…I suppose. Doesn’t mean you have to become a Jedi just because you have a little bit of sensitivity. Could just be a fluke. Are there any force sensitive people in your family?”
Harriet laughed hysterically. “Oh, you could definitely say that!”
“I’m not following.”
Harriet sighed. “Once my parents realized I was sensitive, even if just a little bit, my mother decided to teach me a new trick. I’m not sure why she chose THIS one tidbit, but I’m surprisingly good at it.”
She took a deep breath to try and steady her nerves. “She taught me how to force choke someone.”
“Huh?” Corso asked, a perplexed look coming over his face. “Force choke? You mean the way the Sith like to do when annoyed at someone or trying to kill them?”
“So, you’re saying that your mother is a…?”
“A Sith Lord…yes.”
Harriet closed her eyes shut at this revelation, waiting for the anger and rage she just KNEW Corso would throw out at finding out his wife, well, lie wasn’t the word, but withheld vital information would be close.
When long, terse minutes went by without any sound or items being smashed, she hesitantly opened her eyes to see her husband looking at her in a calculating way. Like he was trying to figure her out. “Well, say SOMETHING.”
Corso sighed and shook his head. “Harriet, baby, I don’t care.”
“Why should I? I mean, sure, I’m a little upset that you never told me about your parents when we started dating, but I’ve been with you since Ord Mantell. I’ve seen all the good you’ve done, the mercy you’ve showed. Why would my opinion of you suddenly change just because you decided to tell me now?”
Harriet stared down at her feet. “Because my parents are both Imperial.” She raised her head, staring into his brown eyes. “My father’s an Imperial Officer.”
“And my mother is actually the Emperor’s Wrath, though she hasn’t done very many wrathy things for the last few years. He seems to have gone quiet, strangely.”
“I highly doubt your parents, whoever or whatever they are, could be bad people. They raised you, didn’t they? And you’re the sweetest and funniest person I know. Except for Guss, no one can do comedy like he can.”
Harriet giggled. “He is pretty damn funny. It’s why I haven’t booted him off my ship.” She suddenly went serious again. “So, you still love me?” She asked in a small voice, looking down at her feet once again.
Corso sighed and scooted closer to Harriet, ignoring the towel around his waist that came undone. “Of course I do,” he replied, kissing her softly on the lips. “But, next time you go to visit your parents, I’m coming with you. I’ve never met a Sith Lord before who wasn’t trying to kill me.”
Harriet snorted. “My mother will love you. My father on the other hand, I couldn’t say. He’s always got this constipated look on his face. Growing up I could never tell if he was happy, angry, or needed more roughage in his diet.”
Corso laughed loudly at this. Harriet hugged him tightly and sighed in relief.
A heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders and the man she loved was okay with it.
I seriously doubt that Corso would ever hate his wife over who her parents are. He might be upset, but unless his wife was out shooting everyone she came in contact with for fun, he’d be okay. My poor smuggler has been DYING to tell him she wasn’t who she thought he thought she was.
60 Juggernaut, 60 Sniper, 60 Shadow, 60 Powertech, 60 Guardian, 60 Gunslinger, 60 Vanguard, 60 Assassin, and 14 55s on Shadowlands