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Solo squabbles
2013-Apr-19, Friday 02:54 pm“It’s about time! You need to stop avoiding me.”
CLICK.
Oh, no. Ohhh no she didn’t!
Leia stared fuming at her blank screen, cheeks tinged pink. That damn girl... so temperamental! She could hardly even get her to speak to her for whatever stupid reason. Teenagers were the worst, far more difficult to handle than any stupid political party. UGH.
She sat back in her chair at her desk, forcing herself to calm down and be pleasant. Just kill her with kindness... kindness. Not actual murder. It would be a great challenge.
When Jaina answered after her next attempt at calling, her girl just stared back impassively, waiting for her to speak, hand hovering over the disconnect button, so so tempted to just hit it again, purely to piss her mother off.
“Jaina.” “Mother.”
Silence.
“... are you going to get to the point, or what? I’m busy.” “With what?”
A smile. “Going out to town with Sammi.” Ah, that was always a sore point she liked to rub in. Everyone knew of her mother’s irrational hatred of her little sister. It just made things even worse that she avoided her mother but adored her best-aunt-friend.
The contempt on Leia’s face was clear, but she was doing her best to let that go and continue on with why she’d called. “I need you to make sure your grandfather remembers about the peace celebration in a few weeks. He needs to make an appearance. I can get him out of making a speech but he has to be there.”
She got an eyebrow in return - that skeptical ‘how is that my problem?’ eyebrow she inherited from her smarmy father. “Why don’t you tell him yourself? You’re perfectly capable of that.”
While Leia knew that was true, well... “He’s been very busy. I’m covering my bases. He’s more likely to see you in a day than he is to check any messages I may send him.”
... that sounded so pathetic. Daddy had really changed. It wasn’t a recent change by any means, but she missed those days when she was his world, not stupid Sammi or grandbabies. Not that she was jealous of her own children, but it saddened her to think of what a burden she and her brother were to their father now. Even though they were the last remnants of the woman he loved, he’d practically given up a real, warm relationship with them.
In favor of HER.
To be fair, she had always been the favored child. Sometimes she felt she may as well have been his only one. He’d never had a relationship with Luke. Not really. Her brother had tried his hardest and been shot down so many, many times... it was no wonder he turned out the way he did. There were double-standards and favoritism a plenty; neither worked in his favor. From the very moment he came to Coruscant, he’d been treated as a disappointment. The first bias in the way he spoke, and he’d worked so very hard to rid himself of that Stewjoni accent, with her help. Then he wasn’t as educated, then he wasn’t as polite or refined, despite coming from a family of high standing.
Though if you dared to point any of that out to Daddy, his immense victim-complex would kick in and he’d simultaneously take the blame for Luke’s bad feelings while denying any wrongdoing on his part. The two were far more alike than they knew.
Oh, how had she gotten on this topic of Luke and Daddy? What had she been doing?
Right! She was chastising her girl.
“Uh huh. Maybe he’d get back to you if you were a little kinder to him.” Jaina sat back in her chair, fixing her mother a bored stare. She hated these conversations so much. It was why she always tried to avoid her. There were always demands in the guise of favors, and that was only if she were lucky. “He doesn’t respond well to harsh voices. Yours is anything but polished.”
Well. She’d grown more bold, hadn’t she. “Do not fix me with such words, Jaina Solo. You will treat me with respect, as a daughter should her mother.” Leia found her voice growing cold, an icy fury in her veins as she was insulted and dismissed, at once. Had the girl been before her, she may well have slapped her across the face for giving her such a tone.
“I’ll treat you with respect when you do something worthy of it. I won’t hold my breath, lest I go blue in the face in under a minute.”
They often sparred with words, as they could not do so with lightsabers. As they both got more agitated, they only grew more formal and distant in language. A trait they shared, though neither realized. Jaina had inherited her habit of looking down on those much larger than she, if she were irate enough.
“That is a sight I’d like to see! Perhaps I’ll find time in my schedule to come witness it myself.” “Don’t give me such idle threats; we both know that your work is far more important than any of your children.”
Another age-old argument. Jaina never seemed to understand her motives; she was hard-wired to only see the bad in her and all the good in her father. Well. Leia supposed she couldn’t truly complain as long as she still loved Han with all her heart and confided in him. Better one than neither.
“Anyway,” side-stepping the argument as always - it never went anywhere - she smiled amiably and continued on, “If you will not pass the message along to your grandfather, then inform him that I am looking to speak with him whenever he has a free moment. Also - I will be coming for a visit soon, my sweet girl. Do look forward to it, as I most certainly am.”
CLICK.
Leia had hung up on her, this time. Two could play at that childish game.
Her, especially. While her cold from the previous week had subsided, she still found herself getting heated more easily, which was absolutely the wrong disposition to have when dealing with her first born. At least they’d both come out fairly unscathed. Who knew what would happen when she visited soon, though. One could never quite be sure how their in-person meetings would go.
They tended to ignore each other or be at each others’ throats the entire time.
Sighing heavily, Leia pushed herself up from her desk, meaning to return to her apartment. Han had been away for some time... his return would also lift her spirits. He’d be pleased that she decided to visit the children soon, too. While he didn’t much speak up about it, she knew on some level how he disapproved of the distance between her and their children. But, it was for their own good. They were receiving an education unlike any other and gaining allies as they learn. There was no better place for them.
It wasn’t her fault if others couldn’t see that.
For now, she decided to wash her hands of the topic, opting instead to spend a quiet, relaxing evening at home with a good book and her favorite bottle of unidentifiable smugglers alcohol for company.
CLICK.
Oh, no. Ohhh no she didn’t!
Leia stared fuming at her blank screen, cheeks tinged pink. That damn girl... so temperamental! She could hardly even get her to speak to her for whatever stupid reason. Teenagers were the worst, far more difficult to handle than any stupid political party. UGH.
She sat back in her chair at her desk, forcing herself to calm down and be pleasant. Just kill her with kindness... kindness. Not actual murder. It would be a great challenge.
When Jaina answered after her next attempt at calling, her girl just stared back impassively, waiting for her to speak, hand hovering over the disconnect button, so so tempted to just hit it again, purely to piss her mother off.
“Jaina.” “Mother.”
Silence.
“... are you going to get to the point, or what? I’m busy.” “With what?”
A smile. “Going out to town with Sammi.” Ah, that was always a sore point she liked to rub in. Everyone knew of her mother’s irrational hatred of her little sister. It just made things even worse that she avoided her mother but adored her best-aunt-friend.
The contempt on Leia’s face was clear, but she was doing her best to let that go and continue on with why she’d called. “I need you to make sure your grandfather remembers about the peace celebration in a few weeks. He needs to make an appearance. I can get him out of making a speech but he has to be there.”
She got an eyebrow in return - that skeptical ‘how is that my problem?’ eyebrow she inherited from her smarmy father. “Why don’t you tell him yourself? You’re perfectly capable of that.”
While Leia knew that was true, well... “He’s been very busy. I’m covering my bases. He’s more likely to see you in a day than he is to check any messages I may send him.”
... that sounded so pathetic. Daddy had really changed. It wasn’t a recent change by any means, but she missed those days when she was his world, not stupid Sammi or grandbabies. Not that she was jealous of her own children, but it saddened her to think of what a burden she and her brother were to their father now. Even though they were the last remnants of the woman he loved, he’d practically given up a real, warm relationship with them.
In favor of HER.
To be fair, she had always been the favored child. Sometimes she felt she may as well have been his only one. He’d never had a relationship with Luke. Not really. Her brother had tried his hardest and been shot down so many, many times... it was no wonder he turned out the way he did. There were double-standards and favoritism a plenty; neither worked in his favor. From the very moment he came to Coruscant, he’d been treated as a disappointment. The first bias in the way he spoke, and he’d worked so very hard to rid himself of that Stewjoni accent, with her help. Then he wasn’t as educated, then he wasn’t as polite or refined, despite coming from a family of high standing.
Though if you dared to point any of that out to Daddy, his immense victim-complex would kick in and he’d simultaneously take the blame for Luke’s bad feelings while denying any wrongdoing on his part. The two were far more alike than they knew.
Oh, how had she gotten on this topic of Luke and Daddy? What had she been doing?
Right! She was chastising her girl.
“Uh huh. Maybe he’d get back to you if you were a little kinder to him.” Jaina sat back in her chair, fixing her mother a bored stare. She hated these conversations so much. It was why she always tried to avoid her. There were always demands in the guise of favors, and that was only if she were lucky. “He doesn’t respond well to harsh voices. Yours is anything but polished.”
Well. She’d grown more bold, hadn’t she. “Do not fix me with such words, Jaina Solo. You will treat me with respect, as a daughter should her mother.” Leia found her voice growing cold, an icy fury in her veins as she was insulted and dismissed, at once. Had the girl been before her, she may well have slapped her across the face for giving her such a tone.
“I’ll treat you with respect when you do something worthy of it. I won’t hold my breath, lest I go blue in the face in under a minute.”
They often sparred with words, as they could not do so with lightsabers. As they both got more agitated, they only grew more formal and distant in language. A trait they shared, though neither realized. Jaina had inherited her habit of looking down on those much larger than she, if she were irate enough.
“That is a sight I’d like to see! Perhaps I’ll find time in my schedule to come witness it myself.” “Don’t give me such idle threats; we both know that your work is far more important than any of your children.”
Another age-old argument. Jaina never seemed to understand her motives; she was hard-wired to only see the bad in her and all the good in her father. Well. Leia supposed she couldn’t truly complain as long as she still loved Han with all her heart and confided in him. Better one than neither.
“Anyway,” side-stepping the argument as always - it never went anywhere - she smiled amiably and continued on, “If you will not pass the message along to your grandfather, then inform him that I am looking to speak with him whenever he has a free moment. Also - I will be coming for a visit soon, my sweet girl. Do look forward to it, as I most certainly am.”
CLICK.
Leia had hung up on her, this time. Two could play at that childish game.
Her, especially. While her cold from the previous week had subsided, she still found herself getting heated more easily, which was absolutely the wrong disposition to have when dealing with her first born. At least they’d both come out fairly unscathed. Who knew what would happen when she visited soon, though. One could never quite be sure how their in-person meetings would go.
They tended to ignore each other or be at each others’ throats the entire time.
Sighing heavily, Leia pushed herself up from her desk, meaning to return to her apartment. Han had been away for some time... his return would also lift her spirits. He’d be pleased that she decided to visit the children soon, too. While he didn’t much speak up about it, she knew on some level how he disapproved of the distance between her and their children. But, it was for their own good. They were receiving an education unlike any other and gaining allies as they learn. There was no better place for them.
It wasn’t her fault if others couldn’t see that.
For now, she decided to wash her hands of the topic, opting instead to spend a quiet, relaxing evening at home with a good book and her favorite bottle of unidentifiable smugglers alcohol for company.
