[Even in Leia's memories of this place, there was always the way that she could find her son when she needed too. Or when she wanted too, because it wasn't always need even if her work sometimes kept her being more hands off than she would have liked it to be. But the town--or something-- had needed her to be there and to help it and to... There were dreams of things being bigger than the town that she was more than a little inclined were say were delusions of grandeur.
But she could sense him flittering around the edges of her consciousness like a bird, there but not in a way she couldn't place her finger on. He was her son but he was also not her son, and the dichotomy was hard to place together in her head. Han had said that Ben was going his own way, but this was different. This wasn't that Ben had depression or that she'd allowed Ben to spend too much time in the town's Hot Topic this was something different.
When he met her eyes, she could feel a shift of things, like a click of the universe sliding into place. This wasn't just something like a simple fight, it was more than that. There was a sense of light and dark and something deeper that flexes in her and around her as she closes her eyes and tightens her fist around it. There's a part of her that wants to use it, but she doesn't.
Instead she follows him quickly, moving past other people at the bake sale with a brisk walk that was more on the side of rude than usual. When she came close enough, she just called to him. His name, the name she gave him and not the one that someone else did.]
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But she could sense him flittering around the edges of her consciousness like a bird, there but not in a way she couldn't place her finger on. He was her son but he was also not her son, and the dichotomy was hard to place together in her head. Han had said that Ben was going his own way, but this was different. This wasn't that Ben had depression or that she'd allowed Ben to spend too much time in the town's Hot Topic this was something different.
When he met her eyes, she could feel a shift of things, like a click of the universe sliding into place. This wasn't just something like a simple fight, it was more than that. There was a sense of light and dark and something deeper that flexes in her and around her as she closes her eyes and tightens her fist around it. There's a part of her that wants to use it, but she doesn't.
Instead she follows him quickly, moving past other people at the bake sale with a brisk walk that was more on the side of rude than usual. When she came close enough, she just called to him. His name, the name she gave him and not the one that someone else did.]
Ben!