Rating: G
Summary: Lando loses one love for another
Type: Songfic, vignette
Disclaimer: Lando Calrissian, Cloud City, and the Millennium Falcon
all belong to George (although Solo might dispute that last).
I
receive no remuneration for this, just ego strokes.
The song is based heavily on (a direct filk of) "Rhiannon"
by Stevie Nicks. Recorded by Fleetwood Mac
on their White Album. (I swear this is what I heard driving home!)
Acknowledgements: Star 98 which plays such abundant Fleetwood Mac.
Notes: First Lando fic! Second Gen fic! First G rated fic!
Feedback: I crave it. It's my favorite high. If you send really
good
stuff, and ask nicely, I'll write you in somewhere...
Lando Calrissian stood on the docking pad and looked at the pink sky
for a very long time. His lady was in good hands. The very
best hands.
Someone who wouldn't put her title on the table to cover a sabbac bet.
The game had turned and now he had a city ripe for plundering,
and was about to become very, very rich. So why did he ache?
The soft music playing on the speakers was almost creepy, and when
the smoky, sultry female voice started over it, he cleared his
throat trying to clear his ears and ask if he'd really heard that.
"She's all hot speed in the velvet night
And wouldn't you love to love her?
She takes to the air like a bird in flight
and who will be her lover?
On all the worlds you've never seen
Your lady's taken by the wind
She couldn't stay if you promised her heaven
Will you ever win?"
The nasals were the only thing that came through the chorus.
His mind insisted on hearing "The Falcon..."
The air seemed too cool on his cheeks, and he was surprised to find
tears had slid down them. He wiped them on the edge of the short
roqulaire. His lady deserved at least that much of a parting
gift.
As he leaned on the cool marble of the wall, gazing through
the expansive window, he felt the thrum and hum of the life
of his new responsibility.
And he didn't even object when his mind began twisting the second verse.
"She is like a star in the dark,
and then she is the darkness.
She rules your life just for a lark
when the sky is starless.
Dreams unwind.
Love's a state of mind"
"Clear skies, old girl, wherever that crazy smuggler takes you."
Lando pressed both hands hard against the wall and the rhythm of his
city
began to sink into his bones.