My Epiphany Story

3_ships went live this morning.

Oh purrrr! some lovely person wrote a Han/Luke/Leia just for me.

It's called "Him" and takes place post-ESB. It's one part incest, one part mental and all hot.

She steps away from him, looking up into his eyes. "Luke…?" she asks, her voice quavering with barely-repressed hope. Hope for a nearly-dead tradition and its ancient beliefs.

"He's here," he says, almost savagely — strange for a boy who's spent weeks focusing on his control. "And this is how he'll kiss you."

And he kisses her — viciously, passionately, his tongue pushing its way past her lips and into her mouth — and she thinks she can almost smell engine oil and him and nearly starts crying from the sensation.

And the meta level of knowing EXACTLY how well Mark imitates both Han and Harrison lets me hear that piece very clearly.

Iy's beautiful, and hot and bittersweet and sexy and did I say Hot?

I'm off to find a cigarette and a shower.

I'm purple.

Or more correctly, Italian Aster.

And so is Dollface's room!
(Including a big patch of carpet where I knocked the paintcan over when the phone rang)

Now I need to brush the corners and near the baseboards, put a border around the top and she'll be perfect.
Oh, and sew curtains, paint horns on the stamped horses, and hang shades and curtains.

But she has a working room, in the colors she wants, with furniture she picked.