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the picture prompt meme;

the picture prompt meme

I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will be image-heavy.

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[ooc: Smut okay. Prefer sweet, shippy, or sad. OR A COMBINATION.]

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Anyone who so much as glanced at the tiny woman holding court in the corner of the ballroom could see that this was not at all her scene. From the semi-ornate hairstyle to the plunging neckline of her black silk (body-hugging) dress, and the too-high heels pinching her toes, this tiny woman absolutely radiated her disgruntlement.

Clearly, she wasn't comfortable in her new role as representative of the Rebellion. And although the evening had just begun, she was already attempting to hide away, if at least to take a breath away from too many people to keep a close eye on all at once.

Breathe, Jyn, breathe.

Despite his show of over-confidence, this wasn't exactly Krennic's scene - at least, not anymore. Even before, in the Empire, he'd never been a fan of attending such functions. For him, it had been more about rubbing elbows with superiors, with the competition - just more steps to finally getting his in into the Emperor's private circle. It had been an annoyance, really - so this, being little more than an escort to Jyn Erso was not at all turning out to be a good time. Perhaps it would have been better if she hadn't almost immediately taken off from his side, turning out to be the trouble he knew she would be.

It didn't take long to find her, there in the corner, and when he did... he sighed. She looked the part - he was still taken aback by how good she looked in that dress, even if it wasn't exactly her - it still painted a pretty picture. But even more, it was the woman inside the dress, the one he knew was actually quite fierce. She could handle all this.

"Enjoying the party, are we?" he drawled dryly as he came to stand beside her, looking much different himself in his fancier suit, his hair slicked back but still curling around his ears a little.

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It wasn't as though she had meant to bolt so suddenly, she'd just been overwhelmed by everything all at once, too many people, not enough space to make her feel secure in being there. Ridiculous, all of it. Jyn had faced much worse and come through just fine, why was she freaking out over this, of all things?

For all her assertions of 'we'll have fun', she knew she wasn't being a good companion in the slightest. Perhaps luckily, Krennic hadn't ditched her altogether in favor of finding a much less high-strung date, and she was grateful for that, even if the smile she offered in return seemed more than a bit forced. "It's that obvious, huh? Sorry - I don't know why I did that."

At least away from the majority of the crowd, she could at least appreciate the figure he cut in his suit. "It's - this ... I should have said before ... it's good. This whole ... look."

Krennic couldn't totally blame her. It made sense with her background that this wouldn't be her thing, not with the life she had led before the Rebellion had gotten their hands on her. Really, it wasn't his thing either but he was just better at hiding it. He was better at faking smiles and drawling jokes or other inane conversation. Women seemed to pick up well enough on it, anyway, especially when he was on his best, most charming behavior. Men still seemed to see through it, or else they just didn't like him, knowing who he was and the history he came with, but that was alright with him. He was used to people not liking him.

"Just a bit obvious," he shrugged a shoulder lightly, flashing her a crooked smile. Her compliment on his look made him smirk and glance down at himself. "Well, it's not exactly comfortable but apparently it's the thing to wear to these events. But thank you."

Krennic cleared his throat quietly, made a vague gesture to her. "I have to say, you look very... good, yourself. One might even go so far as to call you lovely. I'm sorry it's only me saying it right now but, well... it's sincere, nonetheless."

An event like this just didn't make Jyn feel as though she was being of much use at all. What could she do other than stand still and look pretty and answer inane questions by diplomats and ambassadors who haven't learned what it's like to fight on the front lines. Just the thought was enough to set her on a very precarious edge. It wasn't as though she was very well versed on how to swallow those feelings down, put a pretty face on, and simply power through.

But there was no better guide, she thought, than Krennic, a man who was accustomed to attending these sorts of events, and knew how to get through them without grinding teeth down into nothing, which Jyn desperately needed to learn.

At least she was distracted from her spiking anxiety for the moment, which was something to be grateful for, too, even if it took her an embarrassingly prolonged moment to reply, cocking her head to the side curiously. "What do you mean 'only you'? Thank you, that's ... it's ... I'm flattered."

Krennic wasn't actually keen on answering questions, himself. When they found out he had defected from the Empire, and from such a high ranking at that, they were curious - they wanted to know why, what was it like, what did he do? He'd had quite enough of that when the Rebellion had first pulled him in for questioning: i.e. the interrogation. But he answered well enough and politely, for the most part. He kept his answers simple enough, and was able to add a bit of charm and humor to keep many people pleased. Course, looking at Jyn he could understand how this situation would be difficult for her. Different as they were, he thought they were more similar than she probably knew.

His expression softened a little and he shrugged a shoulder carelessly. "I know I'm not the only one to think you look nice. I'm probably just the only one brave enough to tell you. You're putting off some scary vibes, you know. Plus, they know your story - I can't be the only one who's impressed."

He nodded. "You're welcome. I mean, you look fine in whatever you're wearing. You're not exactly comfortable in that dress right now, are you?"

Initial questions only led to more questions, and Jyn didn't much like answering to anyone, much less to those who didn't understand what war was all about, romanticizing it until she wanted to be sick. She did try to be as pleasant and welcoming as Mon Mothma had gently implored her to be, but there was only so much that any one person could take. She was grateful for this tiny respite from the crowd, though, and the distraction of speaking to Krennic rather than wallowing in her own thoughts.

"It's just my face", Jyn answered, although there was no hiding the amused little smile that lifted her lips out of her customary scowl. "No reason to be scared. Impressed - I don't ... we just did the right thing, that's all."

The flush that colored her cheeks pink was very real, and Jyn almost cursed the fact that she couldn't shake her head and cover it all with messy hair, like usual. Still, she snorted, amused by the question. "It's a far cry from the vest and trousers, I know." She shrugged then, a noncommittal sort of answer, but still very telling. "Yeah, it's just - it's just not to my taste, that's all."

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Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

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