Tension – Chapter 4

sleepykalena:

Tension is back, y’all!

Have a lollipop as a thank you for your patience. ;D

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If there was anything Jyn hated
more than meetings, it was long meetings.

She knew meetings like these were
a staple of the Imperial machine, droning on and on about processes to the
point where it was reduced to an accepted charade, a song and dance to get
through the day. The Alliance have taken note of their methods recently, it
seemed, because this meeting had been going on for just under a standard hour
and she was at her wit’s end. One hour down in three separate one-hour meetings
morphed into one huge meeting.

But since Cassian was leading
every single one of them, calling it “one huge meeting” was
inaccurate; it was one huge tease.

It wasn’t that Cassian was
boring- in fact, he was chosen to lead each meeting precisely for his ability
to gain (and keep) the attention of the audience for far longer than other
officers on base. For Mothma, this was an asset. For Jyn, however…

There was a nervous tic of sorts
that he never got rid of as an intelligence officer. She couldn’t even put a
label on it; it was a thing he did, as he nodded along and listened to other
people talking to him, as he contemplated the information he’s received, as he
deliberated on a proper response to give. It was a pressing of his lips, a
running of his tongue over his teeth, a teasing flick of his tongue as it
darted out to moisten his lips.

There was no delicate way to name
it other than “that mouth thing”.

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Tension – Chapter 4