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the height of men’s fashion was whatever the hell was going on with pants and collared shirts in the 70s
we’re never going to beat this so can we please just stop trying
ok here’s the thing about the Found Cat ‘verse, and I stopped working on it so it never got published but in a modern near-Earth A/U, this is the kind of fashion Kes Dameron would have been wearing when he was courting Shara Bey, and I genuinely never posted it because basically nobody wants to actually read this, so I’ll just put up this snippet instead, which is a continuation of this published work that I just kind of put up and left there because nobody really wants to read a modern near-Earth A/U of a minor comic book pairing and I really need to write other stuff, but I got this far so:
Kes changed his shirt three times before he settled on something acceptable. It was dumb, he wasn’t going to be making a first impression, but– Shara had literally never seen him in civilian clothes before, and he knew it was often kind of a shock to see what someone chose to wear on purpose. He didn’t want to shock her in a bad way, but, well. He only had the one pair of civilian trousers on this trip, and like, four shirts, one of which was dirty enough to fail even a cursory sniff test, so his choices were very limited.
He gave it up as a bad job– he only had what he had, he wasn’t going to go buy something different to wear just for this– and slouched out into the sitting room, where Winter and Leia were sitting and painting one another’s toenails.
“Well,” Winter said, looking up, “that’s a bold choice, Dameron.”
Kes looked around, down at himself, back up at her. “What?”
“Don’t be mean,” Leia said, and poked Winter with the nail polish brush, leaving a smear of bright pink on her ankle. Winter hissed, and wiped it off with a tissue.
“About what?” Kes asked forlornly.
“Winter’s doing that thing,” Leia said, “where she psychically seizes upon whatever the person she’s looking at is most self-conscious about. She’s used her dark psychic magics to determine that you, in a rare showing sans uniform, are probably self-conscious about your outfit. Yes?”
“You look fine,” Winter said, rolling her eyes.
“I only brought four shirts,” Kes said. He had an awkward almost-sibling relationship with the Organas; he’d lived with them for a couple of years in high school, when his mother had been sick, and so he’d been in some ways elevated to siblinghood, but in others, well– he’d never accepted charity from them, figuring eating their food and living under their roof was bad enough, so there’d always been this strange stark division in the midst of it. Leia was maybe more concerned about it than Winter, who was blithe and cruel in a way that actually made her a very effective politician and negotiator. Kes didn’t dislike either of them at all and in fact respected them both very much, but at the moment he could cheerfully have thrown Winter out a window.
“Well, that one’s a bold choice for brunch, is all,” Winter said. She turned Leia’s foot to get a better angle. “Are we brunching? Are we over our hangovers enough to brunch? I bet there’s leftover champagne, we could have a little hair of the dog.”
“I’m going out,” Kes said.
“Ah,” Winter said. “That explains the bold choice then.” It was a perfectly reasonable shirt, which Kes had obtained somewhere or other, and it fitted him well. It had weird fake-mother-of-pearl snaps and was a brown plaid, but these things were fairly common in the fashions of the day, Kes thought, and it wasn’t like he had any real say over fashion’s vagaries.
“Where are you going?” Leia asked, perking up.
“I’m meeting a friend for lunch,” Kes said. “In the city.”
Leia considered him a moment, then looked at Winter. She finally looked back at Kes. “A girl friend?”
“What’s it to you?” Kes asked, prickly. “And I really don’t have another clean shirt so please stop reading into it.”
“It’s Bey, isn’t it,” Winter said, far too astutely. “She’s the only person you cared about at that entire party.”
“Ohhhh,” Leia said, lighting up. “Is it?”
“Maybe,” Kes said, too shocked to dissemble much.
“I hope she treats you better than Anita did,” Winter said.
“It would be hard for her to do worse,” Leia pointed out.
“Can we not?” Kes asked. Anita had been a disaster, but at least everyone had escaped alive.
“I mean,” Winter said. “Whatever else, she’s a whole lot more attractive than Anita was.”
“Smarter too,” Leia said. “Shit, if you break up, I’m keeping her.”
“We’re not even dating yet,” Kes said. “Are you trying to scare me off? I could still join the priesthood.” It had been presented to him as an option and he’d considered it, for sheer lack of funding for anything else. The Organa sisters’ horror at the idea had made him bring it up at every opportunity, as if he regretted not taking it.
“Don’t do that,” the sisters chorused in eerie simultaneity.
“Then stop messing with me,” Kes said. “This is the only shirt I have, and I’m uncomfortably aware that she might run screaming.”
“She wouldn’t run screaming,” Leia said.
“She might fall down laughing,” Winter said.
Leia smooshed nail polish onto her foot again. “Don’t be awful,” she said. “We like Kes and we want him to get laid ever.”
“Stop it, you vicious heathen,” Winter said, recovering her tissue from earlier to wipe her foot off.
“You look fine, Kes,” Leia said. “You’re cute enough that you could probably turn up in anything and she’d still like you.”
“That’s not an endorsement of this shirt,” Kes said, smoothing a hand down his front self-consciously.
Winter eyed him speculatively. “You’re not wrong,” she conceded. “That shirt fits your arms well, at least.”
“He’s got great arms,” Leia said.
“Good ass, too,” Winter said. “I take it back, you look fine. All that muscle the Army put on you suits you.”
Leia clicked her tongue. “Winter,” she said.
“Oh like you have any leg to stand on when it comes to chiding me,” Winter said.
“Christ,” Kes said, “I’m not a piece of meat,” and left the room. This meant he was in the kitchen, and Bail looked up from the counter where he was sitting reading a newspaper.
“Are my daughters objectifying you?” he asked.
“Maybe,” Kes said.
“I’d apologize,” Bail said, “but there’s not really any point.”
“I don’t mind the objectification as much as I mind the psychic invasion,” Kes said. “Winter has a real gift for seizing on your insecurities and peeling them wide open.”
Bail eyed him. “Don’t listen to her, you look fine,” he said, which was exceedingly unnerving. Kes hoped it was just that Bail had been eavesdropping, but he decided not to ask.
“She comes by it honestly,” Kes told him, and went to get his coat. He’d be early if he left now, but he wasn’t staying here.
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ryannightnightbergara:
the height of men’s fashion was whatever the hell was going on with pants and collared shirts in the 70s
we’re never going to beat this so can we please just stop trying
ok here’s the thing about the Found Cat ‘verse, and I stopped working on it so it never got published but in a modern near-Earth A/U, this is the kind of fashion Kes Dameron would have been wearing when he was courting Shara Bey, and I genuinely never posted it because basically nobody wants to actually read this, so I’ll just put up this snippet instead, which is a continuation of this published work that I just kind of put up and left there because nobody really wants to read a modern near-Earth A/U of a minor comic book pairing and I really need to write other stuff, but I got this far so:
Kes changed his shirt three times before he settled on something acceptable. It was dumb, he wasn’t going to be making a first impression, but– Shara had literally never seen him in civilian clothes before, and he knew it was often kind of a shock to see what someone chose to wear on purpose. He didn’t want to shock her in a bad way, but, well. He only had the one pair of civilian trousers on this trip, and like, four shirts, one of which was dirty enough to fail even a cursory sniff test, so his choices were very limited.
He gave it up as a bad job– he only had what he had, he wasn’t going to go buy something different to wear just for this– and slouched out into the sitting room, where Winter and Leia were sitting and painting one another’s toenails.
“Well,” Winter said, looking up, “that’s a bold choice, Dameron.”
Kes looked around, down at himself, back up at her. “What?”
“Don’t be mean,” Leia said, and poked Winter with the nail polish brush, leaving a smear of bright pink on her ankle. Winter hissed, and wiped it off with a tissue.
“About what?” Kes asked forlornly.
“Winter’s doing that thing,” Leia said, “where she psychically seizes upon whatever the person she’s looking at is most self-conscious about. She’s used her dark psychic magics to determine that you, in a rare showing sans uniform, are probably self-conscious about your outfit. Yes?”
“You look fine,” Winter said, rolling her eyes.
“I only brought four shirts,” Kes said. He had an awkward almost-sibling relationship with the Organas; he’d lived with them for a couple of years in high school, when his mother had been sick, and so he’d been in some ways elevated to siblinghood, but in others, well– he’d never accepted charity from them, figuring eating their food and living under their roof was bad enough, so there’d always been this strange stark division in the midst of it. Leia was maybe more concerned about it than Winter, who was blithe and cruel in a way that actually made her a very effective politician and negotiator. Kes didn’t dislike either of them at all and in fact respected them both very much, but at the moment he could cheerfully have thrown Winter out a window.
“Well, that one’s a bold choice for brunch, is all,” Winter said. She turned Leia’s foot to get a better angle. “Are we brunching? Are we over our hangovers enough to brunch? I bet there’s leftover champagne, we could have a little hair of the dog.”
“I’m going out,” Kes said.
“Ah,” Winter said. “That explains the bold choice then.” It was a perfectly reasonable shirt, which Kes had obtained somewhere or other, and it fitted him well. It had weird fake-mother-of-pearl snaps and was a brown plaid, but these things were fairly common in the fashions of the day, Kes thought, and it wasn’t like he had any real say over fashion’s vagaries.
“Where are you going?” Leia asked, perking up.
“I’m meeting a friend for lunch,” Kes said. “In the city.”
Leia considered him a moment, then looked at Winter. She finally looked back at Kes. “A girl friend?”
“What’s it to you?” Kes asked, prickly. “And I really don’t have another clean shirt so please stop reading into it.”
“It’s Bey, isn’t it,” Winter said, far too astutely. “She’s the only person you cared about at that entire party.”
“Ohhhh,” Leia said, lighting up. “Is it?”
“Maybe,” Kes said, too shocked to dissemble much.
“I hope she treats you better than Anita did,” Winter said.
“It would be hard for her to do worse,” Leia pointed out.
“Can we not?” Kes asked. Anita had been a disaster, but at least everyone had escaped alive.
“I mean,” Winter said. “Whatever else, she’s a whole lot more attractive than Anita was.”
“Smarter too,” Leia said. “Shit, if you break up, I’m keeping her.”
“We’re not even dating yet,” Kes said. “Are you trying to scare me off? I could still join the priesthood.” It had been presented to him as an option and he’d considered it, for sheer lack of funding for anything else. The Organa sisters’ horror at the idea had made him bring it up at every opportunity, as if he regretted not taking it.
“Don’t do that,” the sisters chorused in eerie simultaneity.
“Then stop messing with me,” Kes said. “This is the only shirt I have, and I’m uncomfortably aware that she might run screaming.”
“She wouldn’t run screaming,” Leia said.
“She might fall down laughing,” Winter said.
Leia smooshed nail polish onto her foot again. “Don’t be awful,” she said. “We like Kes and we want him to get laid ever.”
“Stop it, you vicious heathen,” Winter said, recovering her tissue from earlier to wipe her foot off.
“You look fine, Kes,” Leia said. “You’re cute enough that you could probably turn up in anything and she’d still like you.”
“That’s not an endorsement of this shirt,” Kes said, smoothing a hand down his front self-consciously.
Winter eyed him speculatively. “You’re not wrong,” she conceded. “That shirt fits your arms well, at least.”
“He’s got great arms,” Leia said.
“Good ass, too,” Winter said. “I take it back, you look fine. All that muscle the Army put on you suits you.”
Leia clicked her tongue. “Winter,” she said.
“Oh like you have any leg to stand on when it comes to chiding me,” Winter said.
“Christ,” Kes said, “I’m not a piece of meat,” and left the room. This meant he was in the kitchen, and Bail looked up from the counter where he was sitting reading a newspaper.
“Are my daughters objectifying you?” he asked.
“Maybe,” Kes said.
“I’d apologize,” Bail said, “but there’s not really any point.”
“I don’t mind the objectification as much as I mind the psychic invasion,” Kes said. “Winter has a real gift for seizing on your insecurities and peeling them wide open.”
Bail eyed him. “Don’t listen to her, you look fine,” he said, which was exceedingly unnerving. Kes hoped it was just that Bail had been eavesdropping, but he decided not to ask.
“She comes by it honestly,” Kes told him, and went to get his coat. He’d be early if he left now, but he wasn’t staying here.
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Date: 2018-12-11 02:51 pm (UTC)Here, I adore Winter and Leia as mildly creepy and very snarky siblings, and also Kes being very nervous and the Organas, as a whole, Really Not Helping.
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Date: 2018-12-11 05:21 pm (UTC)I know you stopped working on it and I know how that goes, but I'd read it if you started again.
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Date: 2018-12-12 09:55 pm (UTC)I have a few more snippets of this that are readable on their own, but I'm not sure how much. I wish I had time to work on it! I'm dithering, because I wanted to let myself work on finishing up a couple nearly-complete fics just to post something at all this entire year, but which one, of course. And that's how it goes. Sigh.
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Date: 2018-12-12 09:48 pm (UTC)If only that was all you needed for a novel!!!
Fortunately it goes a long way in fic.
So thanks! :)