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“My little sunbeam….” he said softly, a sadness in his voice. “You’re about to go on a very important adventure. You’re gonna be just like Papa, flying through the stars. I even have a surprise for you.”
Luke reached into his tunic and produced a handmade doll of an X-wing pilot, something he had obviously thrown together just before they left. Rey carefully took it in her hands. She cocked her head, her little mouth turning up into a giddy, toothy grin. Her cheeks were so rosy and full of freckles, just like her mother.
She bit her lip thoughtfully, then replied, “You coming too?”
Luke felt his throat get tight. He took a deep breath and tried to center himself. The first rays of sunlight were stretching across the cold stone, catching in the wild strands of Rey’s hair, bringing out the glowing undertone of red in them. He reached out to run his hands through them, carefully fixing her hair into three tiny, but separate, buns. Leia couldn’t say he hadn’t learned anything from her.
When he was done, Luke rested his hand against her cheek, caressing softly with his thumb.
“I’m not,” he said. “Papa has to stay here and look after the other kids, like cousin Ben.”
He watched as little Rey’s eyes began to well up with tears. She was so young, she could never begin to understand the gravity of the situation. He so desperately wanted to lie to her - to tell her that it was only for a little while, that he would see her soon, that it would be fun and that everything would be okay. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t let himself.
A sketch based on excerpt of my Rey Skywalker fic on ao3, "An Heir Apparent."

Description

“My little sunbeam….” he said softly, a sadness in his voice. “You’re about to go on a very important adventure. You’re gonna be just like Papa, flying through the stars. I even have a surprise for you.”
Luke reached into his tunic and produced a handmade doll of an X-wing pilot, something he had obviously thrown together just before they left. Rey carefully took it in her hands. She cocked her head, her little mouth turning up into a giddy, toothy grin. Her cheeks were so rosy and full of freckles, just like her mother.
She bit her lip thoughtfully, then replied, “You coming too?”
Luke felt his throat get tight. He took a deep breath and tried to center himself. The first rays of sunlight were stretching across the cold stone, catching in the wild strands of Rey’s hair, bringing out the glowing undertone of red in them. He reached out to run his hands through them, carefully fixing her hair into three tiny, but separate, buns. Leia couldn’t say he hadn’t learned anything from her.
When he was done, Luke rested his hand against her cheek, caressing softly with his thumb.
“I’m not,” he said. “Papa has to stay here and look after the other kids, like cousin Ben.”
He watched as little Rey’s eyes began to well up with tears. She was so young, she could never begin to understand the gravity of the situation. He so desperately wanted to lie to her - to tell her that it was only for a little while, that he would see her soon, that it would be fun and that everything would be okay. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t let himself.
A sketch based on excerpt of my Rey Skywalker fic on ao3, "An Heir Apparent."