Themed Drabbles Set 16

Happy

Corran watches his two-year-old little girl, as she twirls in the garden which her great-grandfather tends so carefully. Her sun dress spins - the floral print which edges it flicker around and through the leaves of the colorful blossoms in which she dances. He smiles as he realizes that she dances in the midst of his grandfather's Jedi strain of hybrids.

The bright yellow and red flowers nestled amidst the green of the leaves blends with the pink of Jysella's dress.

She suddenly stops, facing him - her eyes shine with laughter, and dimples touch her cheeks.

"Dada! Dada! Dada!"

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Gloomy

He's settled into a simple chair. A thing of bent metal, and bare padding, designed for efficiency rather than comfort. Yet he's a Jedi, a little something like physical discomfort will not, could not, discourage him from his vigil. Corran sits up straighter, his back creaking slightly and opens his eyes. He glances around the room, noting that while he dozed, a storm had come up, and cast the hospital room deep into shadows. He turns to the bed and sees Jysella there, the only sounds the steady beep of her heart rate and the whispering hiss of the respirator.

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Stressed

Corran sits in the comfortable chair of the living room. In one hand he holds a half-full tumbler of Whyren's Reserve while in the other is the hilt of his lightsaber. He glances at the objects in his hands, and then looks to the young man sitting across from him. He takes a sip, feeling the burn of the alcohol as he swallows.

"You know if you touch her, it will go badly for you."

Fear lights the boy's eyes, and he quickly nods. "Y-yes sir."

A cough attracts their attentions, and Corran sees his little girl in the doorway.

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Content

He sees the attendants ushered from the room where Jysella is getting ready for her wedding. He quickly comes forward and raps on the door once quickly. He feels her Force presence brush his.

"Come in, Daddy."

He steps into the room. She is dressed in the traditional blue of a Corellian wedding dress. Small blue flowers are twinned into her hair, and her saber hilt hangs proudly at her hip. She gives him a half-smile, even as the tears glisten in her eyes.

"I love you, Princess."

"I know, Daddy. And I love you."

His view of her blurs.

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Cranky

He sits on the edge of the bed. Looking around at the room's decorations. The soft gentle touches which his little girl adorned her room in. A frown creases his face as realization once more hits him that she is no longer his little girl. Rather she's a married woman now. All grown up, with a family of her own.

"Don't be so cranky, she'll always be your little girl."

Corran turns to find Mirax leaning against the doorjamb, a smile on her face.

"You sure you're not the Jedi?"

She laughs, and walks to him to kiss his cheek.