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Reihla Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 2/12/04 12:56pm Subject: After the Dance: a Bail/Sola romance - one post w/cover art - Date Edited: 2/13/04 7:42am (2 edits total) Edited By: Reihla
	I originally wrote this piece back in November '03 for a first kiss challenge as part of a thread on the Writers' Resource board. I toyed with the idea of posting it over here at that point, but I wasn't completely happy with the entry, so I held off. Well, I had a chance to go back over the story and this is something of a re-worked version. I don't know that it is worth reading again if you read it the first time, but I though I'd go ahead and post it here - what with Valentines Day being just around the corner - for anyone looking for a short romantic read in honor of the holiday... Edit: How about a little cover art! * * * * Title: After the Dance Author(s): Reihla Timeframe: Pre-AOTC Characters: Bail Organa, Sola Naberrie Genre: romance Summary: A chance meeting between two lonely individuals sparks an unexpected romance. * * * * Bail Organa congratulated himself on his narrow escape from the party. Though he’d been attending political functions all his life, he still found them stifling. The presence of so many pompous, narrow-minded individuals drained him physically and mentally. Somehow he’d even managed to pull off the coup of ditching this evening’s bodyguard. Not that Obi-Wan’s eighteen-year-old padawan was offensive. Quite the contrary. Anakin was refreshingly candid and opinionated for a Jedi. It was more that the boy was an unnecessary encumbrance that had made his presence annoying on this particular evening. For the first time in a very long time it felt good to throw protocol to the wind. He cast a sidelong glance down at the woman on his arm - the woman responsible for his sudden, uncharacteristic lack of caution. Sola Naberrie was a study in contradictions and inspired in Bail a kind of odd, breathless excitement. She was unguarded and open, which was a refreshing change in Coruscant’s climate of subterfuge and hidden agendas. At the same time she projected an air of complicated mystery. In many ways she was like her younger sister, a fact she had already denied many times this evening. She hadn’t changed Bail’s mind though. It was obvious to him and to the rest of the universe that both women were exquisitely lovely, even radiant. Where they differed was in how their particular light chose to shine. Padmé had always reminded him of a fiery bright jewel, completely at home in the social whirlwind of Senate politics. Sola, in contrast, was possessed of the softer sort of beauty found in priceless Alderaani pearls. He’d always loved pearls. Looking past their frosted silvery surface meant becoming lost in the glowing warmth of swirling layers beneath. A man could drown in depths like that if he wasn’t careful. He cast his gaze forward again but Sola’s face remained burned in his mind’s eye. Sable hair twisted in an elaborately elegant style. Honey-gold eyes. Elegantly arched brows. Patrician features. Even the small beauty mark above her wide, generous mouth was fascinating. From the moment Senator Amidala had arrived at the party Bail had been transfixed by her companion. Her stylish, yet simple gown of deepest blue set her apart from the more flamboyantly clad, upwardly mobile parasitic females that these functions seemed to attract. He was aware his staring had bordered on rudeness, but he’d been unable to keep his eyes off her during dinner. When she raised her liquid amber eyes to his across the crowded table his heart raced at the flash of awareness between them. Years of social training had taken over and he’d lifted his glass in a silent toast to her beauty. Her slight, self-conscious smile sent a gentle heat curling through his body. She had truly seemed unaware of her own allure. Suddenly, meeting her had become a matter of necessity, like breathing. The moment dinner ended he found himself at her side asking for a dance. He realized that by both Alderaani and Naboo standards he’d been incredibly forward. As a Prince of Alderaan it would have been far more appropriate had he solicited an introduction from Padmé. Bypassing that small step might have been an unforgivable faux pas in certain cultures and social circles. Ah well, he thought to himself, recent events had made him far more direct and impatient than he might’ve been in his younger days. Sola hadn’t seemed to find his enthusiasm offensive or his nervousness too obvious, though for a moment she’d hesitated before accepting his invitation. Thankfully she’d taken pity on him and accompanied him to the dance floor. Once they started moving to the music, it hadn’t occurred to him to be uncomfortable. During that first dance there had been none of the awkwardness he was accustomed to with a new partner. He wasn’t a vain man, but he knew that his years as Prince had given him superb skills on the dance floor. In fact, he was often frustrated by the inability of those he partnered to follow where he led. To his delight Sola followed his steps easily. He couldn’t remember a partner ever feeling more natural in his arms. There had been desire, too, although he’d tried to push it to the back of his mind. He wasn’t given to casual trysts. For him, desire led to intimacy, which led to emotional bonds that would inevitably have to be broken. Or so his experience always seemed to tell. When his obvious attraction to the woman in his arms threatened to tighten its grip he’d done what any good politician would do to distract himself. He struck up a conversation. As they danced they spoke of many things: politics, family, duty. Sola had confided her unease at attending such a large gathering, admitting to being something of a recluse since the death of her husband several years before. Bail found he could empathize completely, though his own isolation hadn’t been the result of personal tragedy. Simply put, he had always allowed the pressures of his political career and the wealth of responsibility he carried as Alderaan’s viceroy to outweigh his selfish desire for companionship. In fact, tomorrow he would probably regret ignoring the important dignitaries whose political favor he should be currying. At the moment, though, it didn’t seem to matter. In fact, even now he couldn’t summon up even a shred of remorse. He couldn’t imagine any place else he would rather have been or anyone else he would rather have been with. For the first time in distant memory he was reluctant to let an evening end. Bail remembered those last few moments, when the dance floor suddenly seemed too crowded and empty chairs too few. Sola’s discomfort had become more and more evident as the room filled with partygoers. Bail had reluctantly made the offer to help her escape by escorting her back to her suite. She had gratefully taken the lifeline. The closer they drew to the lift that would take them down to the Senatorial apartments the more desperate he felt to keep this woman in his company. It suddenly occurred to him which corridor of the complex they were in and he had an idea. “I realize I promised to escort you back to your suite, but if you have time there is a lovely view I’d like to show you.” He fought to keep the anxiousness out of his voice. “There’s no telling when you’ll make it back to Coruscant. You really shouldn’t miss the chance to see the evening skyline.” * * * * Sola had been wrestling with herself about the propriety of asking Bail to join her for a drink when he’d given her a reprieve by inviting her to enjoy more of this amazing city-world. The evening had already been wonderful, more so for the unexpected gift of companionship from the man at her side. He was a Prince, so she was certain he awed most people he came into contact with. As Naboo nobility and the sister of a former Queen, Sola had been less than impressed by his titles and far more sympathetic to his duties. Not that he wasn’t impressive. In fact, he was exceptionally handsome, so much so that it left her breathless. He was indeed princely, standing head and shoulders above her, with dark hair, a closely trimmed goatee and eyes as black and sparkling as the night sky. She had to admit to herself that he’d impressed her on another level as well. Bail Organa was an incredibly good dancer. Until tonight she hadn’t realized how much she’d missed the activity. During their years together at the university she and her husband had been avid dancers. Once they graduated, married and started a family it seemed there just wasn’t much opportunity. Then, when he’d fallen ill… Sola deliberately pulled her thoughts out of the past. For the first time in a long time she wasn’t feeling like a widow, or Ryoo and Pooja’s mom, or Amidala’s sister. Tonight she wasn’t lonely and it was this man’s fault. She made a conscious choice to hold on to that feeling as long as possible. “Senator I would love to see Coruscant by night.” She said, flashing him a smile she hoped wasn’t too bright. This courtship stuff was complicated and she’d been out of circulation over a decade. The last thing she wanted was to appear over-eager or promise more than she felt comfortable giving. Judging from Bail’s expression, she’d given exactly the right answer. “Well, then, we should go this way.” He grasped her elbow, gently steering her to the left at the next intersecting corridor. They took a turbolift up several stories before finding themselves in a hallway lined with numerous sets of double doors. Bail stopped before a particularly elaborate set and placed his palm on the security pad. The wooden panels swung inward and he guided her inside. She felt a shiver of apprehension as the doors automatically shut behind them. The area they found themselves in was dark and quiet. Vague outlines of furniture were dimly visible in the starlight that spilled in from a panoramic transparisteel window. Bail guided her through the shadows, stopping to turn on a small lamp that illuminated a huge wooden desk at the center of the room. It was a soft light, barely pushing at the darkness around it. Still, she could make out that they were in an office, an elaborate one that reminded her of the Throne Room at Theed Palace. Numerous cloth-covered chairs circled the desk, a sure sign that the occupant was used to holding conferences on a regular basis. Her escort seemed to sense her discomfort and tried to ease the tension. “This is my office. My home away from Alderaan, as if there could be such a thing.” He gave a wry grin. “I’m told I have one of the best views in the complex. I’ll just show it to you and then I can take you back to your suite.” She very much appreciated his sensitivity, along with his subtle reassurance that he had, indeed, only brought her here for the view. Her unease abated and she felt a return to the comfortable camaraderie they’d shared earlier. “No hurry. I’m enjoying your company and my girls aren’t waiting up for me.” She smiled at the mention of her daughters. He must’ve noticed. “Tell me more about your children.” “That’s a dangerous thing, asking a mother to talk about her kids.” Sola laughed, “We could be here all night.” “I have all night.” He assured softly, meaning it with every fiber of his being. “How about a drink to go with the conversation? I have most anything, short of Corellian Ale. Never developed a taste for the stuff.” At her nod he crossed to a mirrored section in the wall and waved his hand in front of it. She wasn’t surprised when the panel slid away to reveal a collection of decanters. Though she didn’t drink often, as the wife of a prominent Naboo architect she’d always kept a fully stocked liquor cabinet for entertaining. From where she stood, she could just make out Nubian cognac, Bothan whisky, Alderaanian gin and even a rum she didn’t recognize. From the markings on the bottle she took it to be from an outer rim world. “What would you like? I have a sweet berry cordial that Padmé favors when she drops in to chat.” Sola shook her head slightly, and then surprised herself by asking for a brandy, leaving the choice of origin up to her host. “Excellent choice.” He remarked, lifting a bottle marked in Huttese to pour a small amount of dark liquid into wide bottomed glasses. He brought one to her, an expression of irony on his face. “The Hutts don’t have much worth sharing except their wealth, but I have to admit that their brandy is top of the line.” She accepted the proffered glass, holding it in her palm and swirling the contents gently. It had been years since her last brandy. Before her girls were born, she and Darred had made a point of sharing a quiet drink before bed at night. Another cherished custom that had fallen by the wayside as life took a faster pace. “Shall we go out onto the patio?” Bail gallantly gestured towards a small cubicle in the corner of the room, just to the right of the window. “I promised you a view and it is the least I can give while you tell me about your family.” As they crossed to the door Bail slid the short capelet from his shoulders and wrapped her in it. He spoke close to her ear. “The night isn’t cold, but this should protect you from any chill in the air.” He let his hands linger on the cloak, on her. His warmth clung to the garment, the heat seeping beneath the surface of her skin, enfolding her like a lover’s embrace. It kindled desires she’d assumed long dead. Her breath caught in her throat as he guided her outside. Cool air hit her fevered cheeks as they moved onto the patio. Sola let it clear away the fog of yearning that had enveloped her, grateful for the distraction. She was surprised to find the balcony was little more than a recessed alcove maybe two meters long by a meter deep, with a durasteel wall along the outer edge. “It isn’t much,” Bail was explaining, “but being able to get outside quickly has saved my sanity a time or two. I despise enclosed structures.” That made sense. Alderaan was famous for its temperate climate and its many open-air buildings. As Sola took in her surroundings she found herself peculiarly saddened. There were sculpted flowerpots at each end of the porch, but they stood empty. A solitary marble bench took up part of the remaining wall. It seemed rather forlorn, echoing the loneliness she’d seen in Bail earlier when he spoke of his vast responsibilities. She’d seen that same loneliness in Padmé so many times. Each time she’d wished for something better for her sister. A life not so burdened with obligation; one full of love and happiness. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine pale blue and yellow blooms native to Alderaan spilling from each planter. The bench would be discarded in favor of a soft weatherproof couch. It would have to be a long one, as Bail was a large man. There wasn’t much room out here, but the space lost would be less important, surely, than a comfortable place for him to escape from political pressures. “What are you thinking?” Bail joined her at the rail, sipping his brandy. “Hmm. Nothing.” Nervously she took a swallow from her own glass. The last thing she needed was to admit that she had been redecorating his hideaway. “Why do you ask?” “You were smiling mysteriously.” She could tell he wasn’t satisfied with her answer and found it frustrating. He was obviously a man used to getting answers. “Yes, perhaps I was, and I think you are just going to have to live with that.” “Ah, woman, you intrigue me.” His words teased, but his dark eyes were intent. One hand lightly stroked his goatee as he leaned on the railing, staring down into her face from his considerable height. She could think of no witty response, so she turned to gaze out at Coruscant, trying to calm her fluttery stomach. The brandy helped. Oh yes, the view. As he’d said, it was beyond incredible. The streaks of light so far below had to be traffic lanes, but from up here the only sound was the rush of wind whipping around the high-rise structures. It reminded her of the constantly roaring waterfalls in Theed; always there, but after a time one didn’t notice. The stars, though, were another matter. They appeared far brighter and more densely packed from this core world than any other planet she’d ever visited. Up here, away from the lights of the lower levels, they filled the sky like a pale white mist. They stood like that, shoulder to shoulder, looking out into the night until Bail broke the silence. “Now, about your daughters…” Sola found it sweet that this man who carried the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders could appear so genuinely interested in her family. Of course, she couldn’t resist telling him about Ryoo and Pooja and the latest dramas of their little lives. For the next hour he listened intently as she grew more and more animated. * * * * “… and their father used to say - ” Sola stopped mid-sentence, suddenly self-conscious, as if only just realizing how long she’d been talking. “You know I think I’ve rambled long enough.” “What did their father say?” Bail encouraged. He was listening to the stories, but was even more fascinated by her changing expressions. Love and pride in her family shone from her eyes and for a moment he found himself wishing those emotions could be directed his way. “He used to say that they were far too mischievous to be so pretty.” The words were happy, but there was sadness in her voice. “Knowing what I do of their aunt, and now their mother, I’m sure he was absolutely right.” Bail was surprised by the wistfulness that had crept into his tone. “You must miss your husband deeply.” Now where had that come from? He certainly had not intended to bring that subject up. The last thing he wanted her focused on right now was the past. He felt more than heard her sigh. “The pain never really goes away, but it has dulled with time. We grew up together, Darred and I. The love we shared was special. I’m sure some part of me will miss him the rest of my life.” “I - ” he broke off, suddenly uncomfortable with the direction his thoughts were taking. Once he made a statement like that there would be no going back. “What?” She probed quietly, turning her head to see his face. What she saw there obviously intrigued her, though he couldn’t imagine why. Her eyes widened almost imperceptibly. “I think we’d better get you back to your suite.” For the first time all evening Bail felt himself closing off, putting up the walls he’d spent a lifetime perfecting. It was obvious Sola saw it too and if her frown was any indication, she wasn’t pleased. He took the now empty glass from her hands, sitting it on the bench next to his as he turned towards the door. “Please,” her softly uttered plea, stopped him in his tracks, “I’d like to stay just a little longer. The view really is spectacular.” He almost relented, only to turn back and find she wasn’t even looking at the city. She was looking at him - really looking at him - with an intensity that would see far too much. A sudden flash of insight told him that with very little effort this lady could knock down every one of his painstakingly erected barriers. Caring for her would be easy, but in the end it would leave him too exposed, too vulnerable to being hurt. It was bad enough that when she went home to Naboo he’d be left wanting, no, needing something he hadn’t even known existed until tonight. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.” He tried his most commanding Senatorial baritone. Sola lost none of her resolve. Evidently she could tell a lie when she heard it. “On the contrary, Your Highness, I think it is a wonderful idea. The best I’ve had all evening.” She grasped the edges of his cloak, purposely wrapping it tighter around her as she turned back to the night sky. The meaning of her action wasn’t lost on Bail. The deliberate gesture told him loud and clear that she would welcome a more intimate embrace from the owner of the garment. His heart skipped a beat as he found himself consumed with envy for an article of clothing. For the hundredth time that evening he had to remind himself to breathe. He wanted to hold her more than he wanted the next sunrise and the intensity of that longing scared him to death. His head was shouting common sense, telling him to run the other way even as his feet moved toward her. He could not become involved with someone right now, not when tensions in the senate were running high and the galaxy seemed to be edging closer to war. For once, though, his heart was speaking too, and it was to those quiet whispers that his body seemed determined to listen. Somehow he found himself standing behind her, fists clenched with the effort to keep his hands at his sides. It was a losing battle and he knew it. Wrapping his arms around her, he leaned down until his lips were at her ear. “I was going to say,” he muttered hoarsely, “that I envy him. Your husband.” * * * * The unexpected confession surprised Sola. She tried to turn around, only to find that Bail wouldn’t let her. “No.” His voice held conviction and a hint of desperation. “You wanted to stay. Now listen to what I have to say before I lose the courage to say it.” Though the arms that held her were strongly muscled, Sola felt the tremor running through them. For the first time that night she felt a rush of purely feminine power. This man, this prince, was vulnerable and she was responsible. Relaxing by degrees, she leaned back into him, hearing his breath catch as she pressed her body to his. “You scare me Sola Naberrie. When I saw you tonight it was as if I’d dreamed you, as if I’d been dreaming of you my whole life. Everything about you is perfect. Your wisdom, your grace and beauty, your ability to love, your generosity, your devotion to your family. You make me want things I shouldn’t. Things I can’t have.” His words confirmed her suspicions. He had been just as shaken by the strength of the attraction between them as she was. The uncertainty she’d fought to keep at bay all evening suddenly lifted from her heart. The viceroy of Alderaan might be a stranger to love, but she was not. She’d known it before and if this was a second chance she wasn’t going to let it pass her by. Not without a fight. “Why?” She whispered. “Why can’t you have the things you want?” “Sola, there’s so much to do.” He sighed. “So much injustice. So many battles to fight.” The words belonged to the galaxy, a lifetime of commitment from a political warrior, but the weariness in them was Bail’s alone. Feeling his hold on her relax a little, Sola turned to face him, sliding back in an attempt to put a little space between them. Regaining her objectivity was crucial to being able to express what she felt he desperately needed to hear. She rested her hands on his forearms, absently stroking the wool of his shirtsleeve. “And you’ve appointed yourself the savior of Alderaan and the rest of the galaxy.” She smiled sweetly, finally understanding this man standing in front of her. “Of course, how could you not? Compassion is obviously so much a part of you.” She raised her eyes to his, lifting her hand to his cheek. “I believe you and Padmé are cut from the same cloth.” At her tender touch his eyelids drifted shut. Almost instinctively he turned his lips into her palm. Though heat of the intimate caress seared her to her toes Sola refused to be distracted. “I’ve got news for you Bail Organa. If you aren’t worthy of happiness there isn’t another single solitary being in the universe that is. Every day you come here and defend not only the Alderaani citizens, but the Republic as a whole. It occurs to me that you, of all people, should have the very things you fight to make possible for others.” He blinked at her, nonplussed by her sudden vehemence. “My responsibilities keep me so busy -” “Oh, and I’ve never heard that argument before!” Her words mocked him gently. “And I thought Padmé had the market cornered on political martyrdom.” His lips curled now and he laughed huskily. “Well, she certainly isn’t the only woman in your family with a bit of a temper!” Now it was her turn to chuckle. “And don’t you forget it.” The ebony eyes above her turned serious, but the fire burning in their depths was still carefully banked. Strong men, Sola thought, could be incredibly dense when it came to accepting their own vulnerabilities, their own very human needs. Her father was strong, and she’d watched her own equally strong mother support him all her life. Darred had been strong too. Sometimes those men just needed to know there was someone capable of supporting them, and that the universe wouldn’t fall apart if they took a break from single-handedly holding it all together. “Bail, what are you afraid of?” Her voice was a whisper of sound. Her eyes, alight with their own golden fire, pleaded with him. His expression was guarded. “Be sure this is what you want Sola.” He warned. “I’m not a man who gives my heart easily and you hold it in the palm of your hand.” She smiled eloquently. “I assure you, Your Highness, you’ll be safe with me.” She saw the uncertainty in his gaze, then saw desire overcome it, flaring out of control. The walls he’d tried to build between them crumbled under the assault. A groan came from somewhere deep in his chest as he pulled her to him. Theirs was not the gentle first kiss of courtship. For both of them the empty years had allowed longing to collect like dry kindling in a forest. It needed only one spark to set it ablaze. She lifted her hands to his shoulders, threading her fingers through the silky hair at his nape. The cape around her fluttered, unnoticed, to the ground. His arms encircled her waist, drawing her tight against him as their lips met. For long moments there wasn’t room for a breath between them. As quickly as the kiss started, though, Bail ended it, pulling back and dropping his hands to his sides. Sola watched his expression change from shock to what she could only define as a joyful acceptance. “Please…” she entreated, not even sure what she was asking for. His breathing ragged, he leaned down for the cloak with deliberate, jerky movements. “We need to slow down,” he muttered, wrapping the garment back around her shoulders with careful, methodical motions. It was almost as if he expected the simple task to restore his equilibrium, bring back some semblance of the control he’d lost only moments before. Though he tried to hide it, he couldn’t still the telltale trembling in the hands that smoothed the heavy cloth over her shoulders. Her confusion was evident. Yes, he’d been every bit as affected by their embrace as she. Why had he stopped? He saw her bewildered gaze and his eyes softened. “Ending that kiss ranks among the hardest things I’ve ever done.” “Then why…?” “For once in my life I know exactly what I want, and I’m not going to rush things. I’m going to be sure you regret nothing about this night.” His awkwardness had disappeared but his breathing was slower to return to normal. Sola, for her part, was tempted to test his resolve. He must’ve guessed her intent because he spoke quickly, “I’m not having Padmé lecture me on propriety, of all things. I’d never live it down.” He smiled at her warmly. “No, dear lady, my intentions are honorable and I’m going to enjoy every moment I spend courting you.” Now that held genuine promise. Perhaps she could be content with that much for the time being. She favored him with a sly, secretive smile as he took her elbow and steered her toward the door. “Now, let’s get you back to your suite before I change my mind.” Her grin widened. Yes, the future did, indeed, hold promise. -----signature----- SagaJournal.com - an academic journal celebrating the Star Wars myth http://www.sagajournal.com/rslaughterofinnocents.html
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Fate Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 2/12/04 2:39pm Subject: RE: After the Dance: a Bail/Sola romance - single post - pre AOTC
	sighs Oh, Reihla, this was beautiful. So romantic, and such a joy to read. I enjoyed 'meeting' Sola for the first time, and I think her characterization, along with Bail's, was very believable. She's probably what Padmé will become after she's lost everything she loves and her idealism dies down to a quiet acceptance. Your writing style is amazing. I'm glad I took the time to read this. -----signature----- "Lord Sidious promised us a reward! A-a handsome reward!" "I am your reward. You don't find me handsome?" - ROTS WARNING: Only misery lies beyond this link. http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/20040924 Destiné, Handmaiden of the Crest.
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Gina Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 2/12/04 2:52pm Subject: RE: After the Dance: a Bail/Sola romance - single post - pre AOTC
	This was such a beautiful, romantic piece. Padmé had always reminded him of a fiery bright jewel, completely at home in the social whirlwind of Senate politics. Sola, in contrast, was possessed of the softer sort of beauty found in priceless Alderaani pearls. Wonderfully written! -----signature----- A long time ago in a house far away, there was a mother who was strong in the ways of the Force. She "forced" her sons to clean their room, she "forced" her sons to behave. - Part of a story written by my 9 yr. old sons I found while cleaning their desks
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Reihla Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 2/12/04 10:32pm Subject: RE: After the Dance: a Bail/Sola romance - single post - pre AOTC
	I think you're right, Fate. Life's sad experiences probably will change Padme in just the same way. I'm happy you stopped in and even more so that you enjoyed this little story Thank you Gina, I'm glad you liked it! -----signature----- SagaJournal.com - an academic journal celebrating the Star Wars myth http://www.sagajournal.com/rslaughterofinnocents.html
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AERYN_SUN Registered: Apr '01	Date Posted: 2/13/04 5:12am Subject: RE: After the Dance: a Bail/Sola romance - single post - pre AOTC
	That was so beautiful and I never would of thought of Bail/Sola as a couple. ~aeryn -----signature----- my livejournal - http://obisgirl.livejournal.com Realm of Attatchment (Obidala and Sabewan Thread) - http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=27453838&brd=10304&start=27455097
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Hananiah Registered: Jan '03	Date Posted: 2/13/04 5:14am Subject: RE: After the Dance: a Bail/Sola romance - single post - pre AOTC
	Ah the lost art of courting. I love this fic, the descriptions you made were marvelous, and it is nice to see Sola in a starring role -----signature----- Buffy:"Laura Ashley is definitely back" Willow: "You think?" Buffy:"She's back and this time it's personal.You see they mated her with the home depo guy and that's how we got Martha Stewart" BTVS unaired pilot
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Reihla Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 2/13/04 7:33am Subject: RE: After the Dance: a Bail/Sola romance - single post - pre AOTC
	AERYN_SUN - That was so beautiful and I never would of thought of Bail/Sola as a couple. Thanks. I didn’t actually start out thinking of them as a couple. I wrote this other vignette for a writers’ challenge – it was a pre-AOTC Anakin/Padmé thing – and it involved a dinner party at the capital. Sola happened to accompany Padmé and when she caught Bail’s eye the inspiration for this fic was born. Strange thing, really. That doesn’t happen to me often. Of course, I had to kill off her husband, but I couldn’t let that stop me. Thank you for reading and for giving feedback. Hananiah - it is nice to see Sola in a starring role I’m glad you think so. I’ve liked her and been wanting to explore her character ever since the deleted scenes from AOTC. I admit I wondered if there would be any interest in her paired with such a strong canon figure, but I couldn’t just not write it. Thanks for letting me know you enjoyed it. -----signature----- SagaJournal.com - an academic journal celebrating the Star Wars myth http://www.sagajournal.com/rslaughterofinnocents.html
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leia_naberrie Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 2/16/04 1:13am Subject: RE: After the Dance: a Bail/Sola romance - one post w/cover art
	Liked this before, like this still. You brought these two characters together without compromising their canon integrity. I love the sheer ... sophistication of this story: Sola's sable hair, the wines, the cape fluttering to the ground... , the underlying theme of mature love... [face_swoon] So, when will you be revamping and reposting Dinner Party? -----signature----- http://io9.com/5111680/avatar-casting-makes-fans-see-white Upset about the casting for the Last Airbender movies? Write to Paramount about it. http://aang-aint-white.livejournal.com/1007.html
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Zane-Marit Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 2/23/04 8:58am Subject: RE: After the Dance: a Bail/Sola romance - one post w/cover art
	Gotta admit that this isn't exactly my cup of tea but it was beautifully written. Tense and slow buildup, the dialogue, everything just fits. I can see these two together. I hear Harlequin knocking down your door in the near future. -----signature----- Check my BIO for links to my fics...
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CodeName_Targeter Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 2/23/04 1:52pm Subject: RE: After the Dance: a Bail/Sola romance - one post w/cover art
	Realyl nice, I like it at lot. I don't think i've ever seen that pairing before. I like this though. :Targeter: -----signature----- XWFC: Wraith Leader and Senator - Starfighter Draft Winner Ravenclaw ftw! Doppleganger of Suzuki_Akira and Vod'ika to Valin_Halcyon Dragged back to the forums for the SFD by Jello. Look out!
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Reihla Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 2/23/04 4:47pm Subject: RE: After the Dance: a Bail/Sola romance - one post w/cover art
	leia_naberrie – when will you be revamping and reposting Dinner Party? Heh, heh. I hadn’t planned to, actually, but I guess I could. I sorta forget about my challenge pieces once I finish them (like bubble gum, sweet while you’re chewing it, but if you keep it to long…). I reposted this one mainly because I had a brainstorm session about where to go from here on it and ended up practically rewriting the whole story. That's a bad habit of mine, reading/rewriting. Thanks for being so supportive of it. For characters that just fell in together I’m happy they were so well received. Zane-Marit – I hear Harlequin knocking down your door in the near future. Oh would that this were true! My husband would be thrilled. I guess he figures if I’m going to be writing all the time I might as well make money. I read a lot of romance novels growing up. I guess I gravitate to that genre whenever I’m looking for something “comfortable” to write. Thanks for the vote of confidence. I appreciate you reading my story even if it isn’t what you normally like. CodeName_Targeter Yeah, they aren’t a very likely couple, are they? Not real sure why I paired them, except they happened to make a cameo in another vignette I wrote and practically begged for their own scene. Thanks for reading! I’m glad you liked it. -----signature----- SagaJournal.com - an academic journal celebrating the Star Wars myth http://www.sagajournal.com/rslaughterofinnocents.html
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EmilieDarklighter Registered: Jan '02	Date Posted: 2/27/04 3:22pm Subject: RE: After the Dance: a Bail/Sola romance - one post w/cover art
	Reihla--this is beautiful, my dear! I've always wondered about Sola--what she was like, how she related with Padmé, and how she functioned as a (single) mother. I love this portrait of her, and what an interesting pairing! I would never have thought to pair her with Bail Organa (another minor character that has always intrigued me) and you did it with perfect plausibility. I like this story very much! -----signature----- Master of Jedi_Emeritus Former Padawan of Gabri_Jade Little sister to Gabri_Jade and LadyPadme 25 Rules for Successful Writing http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/28400222/p1/?2
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Reihla Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 2/28/04 1:22am Subject: RE: After the Dance: a Bail/Sola romance - one post w/cover art
	Thanks Emilie! -----signature----- SagaJournal.com - an academic journal celebrating the Star Wars myth http://www.sagajournal.com/rslaughterofinnocents.html
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LumiKuningatar Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 2/28/04 4:41am Subject: RE: After the Dance: a Bail/Sola romance - one post w/cover art
	I'm speechless... that was so absolutely beautiful... beautiful... -----signature----- Tell a man there are 400 billion stars and he'll believe you, tell a man that a bench is wet and he'll have to touch it... Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam. It's a bird, no wait a plane.. damn.. it IS a b
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