Warnings for canon character death and description of beginnings of an anxiety/panic attack. Also fluff and kisses and Jedi learning to not be emotionally constipated all the freakin time.
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The whole thing stems from an innocent moment of sibling pettiness. On one of the infrequent times that both Ahsoka and Miara have managed leave simultaneously, Miara manages to dig out several old holos of Kaeden as a toddler. It results in a chase around the living room and a friendly, slightly vicious wrestling match on the floor of Kaeden’s hallway. While her girlfriend grinds her sister’s face into the carpet Ahsoka flips through the data disc, enraptured.
“This one is good, Miara, thank you,” she calls, waving a particularly fetching one of Kaeden sucking on her tiny fist and drooling down the front of a lothcat-themed fleece shirt.
The noise from the hallway was probably a ‘you’re welcome,’ though it’s hard to tell through the flooring. Kaeden abandons her sister after doing something that draws out a squeal, returning to the couch and swinging her legs over Ahsoka’s lap. “You know, you have to show me baby holos of you now. That’s how this relationship thing works.”
“I don’t think there are any holos of me before the war and you’ve seen all of the ones on the holonet,” Ahsoka says absently, flicking to the next one and smiling at Kaeden’s toothless grin down at a man who must be her father.
“Aw, no fair,” Kaeden teases, reaching up to grab one of her still-growing montrals and gently shaking her head back and forth. “I wanna see holos of stubby-headed little ‘Soka!”
Kaesoka Ficlet #2
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