Ooh, awesome. You pretty much singlehandedly converted me to my now-favourite OT3 with this fic, and particularly this passage:
But Leia chafed against the restrictions caused by their shared secret threeness. She was desirous of too much. She wanted to kiss Luke and not care who was watching. She wanted to go to parties and events with two escorts, one for each arm. It was probably just as well that she not acknowledge Luke publicly as her brother – that taboo was one more than she felt like tackling – but plenty of lifeforms mated polyamorously, and the backwardness of human sexual mores frustrated her. In the new universe they'd made, where everything was still new and complicated and difficult, loving the two of them had been the only sure and easy thing.
She tried, sometimes, to envision their future. Both Han and Luke would make better parents than she ever would. Han's twisting humor would deliver the heart of any child to him instantly and forever, and Luke – she caught a sudden image, dim and blue, of Luke lying on his back on an unmade bed with a four-months baby prone on his chest, the two of them silently communing via matching sky-blue eyes. A Force-vision? Maybe. Luke assured her she had the gift, but it was tangles and briars for her, where for him the unseen road curved pale and straight. Either way, it struck her like a bolt of longing. It was something she wanted desperately.
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Date: 2012-08-11 04:54 pm (UTC)But Leia chafed against the restrictions caused by their shared secret threeness. She was desirous of too much. She wanted to kiss Luke and not care who was watching. She wanted to go to parties and events with two escorts, one for each arm. It was probably just as well that she not acknowledge Luke publicly as her brother – that taboo was one more than she felt like tackling – but plenty of lifeforms mated polyamorously, and the backwardness of human sexual mores frustrated her. In the new universe they'd made, where everything was still new and complicated and difficult, loving the two of them had been the only sure and easy thing.
She tried, sometimes, to envision their future. Both Han and Luke would make better parents than she ever would. Han's twisting humor would deliver the heart of any child to him instantly and forever, and Luke – she caught a sudden image, dim and blue, of Luke lying on his back on an unmade bed with a four-months baby prone on his chest, the two of them silently communing via matching sky-blue eyes. A Force-vision? Maybe. Luke assured her she had the gift, but it was tangles and briars for her, where for him the unseen road curved pale and straight. Either way, it struck her like a bolt of longing. It was something she wanted desperately.