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hindsights) wrote2023-03-01 04:43 pm
hindsights) wrote2023-03-01 04:43 pm
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Darling, how can you be tall and yet so easy to misplace? [ she even sounds coruscanti, posh and well bred as if she's gone to all the best schools instead of school herself almost entirely on her own. her smile borders on indulgent as she curls her arm around cal's, grip shockingly tight despite how casual it seems. she sees the security pause out of the corner of her eye as she looks up at cal. ]
Come along, I need to you fetch me a glass from the top of the tower and then I have some of Daddy's friends for you to meet.
[ who needs jedi mind tricks when you can just be a liar. let them think cal is just the hick trophy husband of this fancy twat. she gives his arm a tug, toward the tables heavy with so much food and drink it makes her stomach ache looking at it. ]
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he's dressed in a suit, sure, tailored to his frame and came with a date but he looks like a fish out of water. he feels like one too.
cal's used to bracca's worn down structures made of metal, to the ships he helped scrap. there was no finery there; nor had he attended anything like this before--- before. he'd been a padawan on coruscant, meant to be a soldier. a jedi at that and jedi didn't exactly attend corusscant's galas.
maybe, in another life, cal could have had that. but in truth, he doesn't remember his parents faces, let alone if the life he could have had was one that lead anywhere sunlight touched on coruscant. likely not if the jedi order was the best option.
'what?' he mouths before his brain catches up with what's going on, why jyn's holding on so tight. he's used to hiding but that involved more ommision in cal's life than lying about who he was, creating a cover story not at all pulled from scraps of reality. ] Sorry. I was just admiring the art.
[ there was a painting next to where he'd been standing and the rich and powerful love their art, right? looking back, he realizes that it's a poster for the event and he probably looks like an idiot.
when they're out of earshot, cal's not sure if he should actually get jyn something to drink in thanks. but he does owe her a 'thank you' -- whispered in case someone's listening in. ] Thanks. I have no idea what I'm doing here.
[ gathering intel isn't going so well. ]
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You're not the only one.
[ jyn also has very little idea of how to exist in polite society, but she's a fast learner and she spent enough time in the casinos on five points to figure out how the rich and richer comport themselves. cassian is the reason she looks like she fits in β dress that covers her chest and her wrists but shows off her biceps, simple but elegant hair, magnetic earrings he promised could double as a weapon if need be.
it reminds her with a pang of getting ready for inusagi with maia and saw. hopefully this gala isn't a massacre; she doesn't relish the idea of seeing so much blood again. ]
Never been to a gala before?
[ she doesn't release him immediately, leading him toward the drinks and a food. her dress doesn't have pockets and she hasn't stolen cassian's jacket yet, but she can get a plate! they can get plates. ]
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he shakes his head in answer. ) No.
They don't usually invite scrappers or wanted fugitives to those sort of things back home. ( he walks in step with jyn and when they're close to that tower of drinks, he glances up at it. ) Did you actually want one?
( at his height, it's an easy reach and he hasn't caught on to the fact jyn's thinking of weapons. given the risk of using one's powers on this world, cal's trying not to reach out to the force on his own. if it reaches out to him, sends him a blaring beacon of information then he'll listen but -- well -- better be careful? which is a sentiment that only lasts so long for him. )