Summary: Maybe she was just a little jealous.
Pairings: None
Author's Note: Okay, I know this is kind of a weird topic, but comparing Padmé and Sola's pictures on the wikia, the idea occurred to me and I wanted to write it. Just a little bit of unresolved sibling rivalry on one issue, and Sola's possible insecurities manifesting themselves.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars.
Padmé had always been the pretty one. Sola might have been the good student, the dutiful daughter, and Padmé the prodigal child, but her exceptional beauty had always excused her whenever she got into trouble, and this coupled with her charm cemented her place in their parents' hearts as the favorite child.
Sola never really minded all that much, she told herself. If there was any way in which Sola and Padmé Naberrie were alike it was in that they didn't need their parent's complete approval to survive. Sola was a grown woman with a life independent of her family; she had her own path to follow, and Padmé had hers.
And it never surprised Sola that any boy she brought home would be just a little taken by Padmé. After all, Padmé was beautiful, charismatic, energetic, and apart from being quite full of energy herself Sola was none of these things. It didn't surprise her at all.
But it did bother her, just a little bit when Sola was alone and could be herself.
Because of her disarming charm and her skill as an actress, Padmé had always been able to get out of trouble as a child. True, Padmé had never been a bad child, but like all children she got into trouble, and was aware when she had an advantage. Sola knew that she could never have gotten away with half of the things her sister did. No one, no one ever assumed that a little girl with such a pretty face could be mischievous as Padmé occasionally could be.
And Sola was left to stare into her bedroom mirror and examine her face, wondering what it was that made her so plain after she introduced a boy, not just a boyfriend but any boy, to her sister. Every man Sola had ever known looked upon her sister with more desire than they ever had on her.
Including her own husband.
Sola had been seventeen when she introduced Darred to Padmé while she was home on a brief visit, and had been secretly dismayed by the way Darred's eyes followed Padmé around the room. She knew she wasn't beautiful, but was she really so undesirable that Darred thought her fifteen-year-old sister, who still looked like a child when she herself had filled out, was easier on the eyes than her.
Maybe she was just a little jealous. Sola would never express these feelings, for she knew that anyone she confessed to would just think her petty and frivolous. But she knew these to be the feelings shared by any girl who had ever been overshadowed by her sister.
She need only look to her daughters to see the proof.
Sola could already see the pattern repeating itself. Ryoo, two years the senior of Pooja, was shaping out to look like her mother: slight, thin, taller than what was fashionable, with a narrow face and straight, slightly mousy brown hair. She simply couldn't compare to round-faced, rosy-cheeked, curly-haired Pooja, who possessed all the sparkle her aunt had ever had.
And, as a grown woman, still insecure and unsure of herself, every time her sister visited, Sola would stare in the mirror for several minutes afterwards, gnawing at her lip and worrying at her sleeve hem.
Wondering what it was that made Padmé the center of everyone's world, when she was only what registered second.