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Prompt: The Expanse, Chrisjen Avasarala, Sari in Space
To See You This Way
“Stand up, so’s I can see what you’re wearing,” he says, not even actually looking at the screen, face dead serious like he doesn’t realize he’s giving orders to the goddamned Secretary General.
With the hand that isn’t on her desk, itching to toss a rude, teasing gesture his way, Chrisjen smoothes the skirt of her sari - dark blue, silver embroidery, heavy silver and amethyst jewelry she’d bought as a well-deserved gift to herself on her first Cabinet appointment - and says, “Would you like me to do a fucking twirl for you too?”
“Yeah,” Amos says, eyes snapping to the screen - at least she’s gotten his full attention - “that’d be real nice, actually,” and on Luna, Chrisjen rolls her eyes, disconnects the call with a flick of her fingers - and smiles.
Prompt: The Expanse, Amos Burton, Chrisjen Avasarala, jewel tones
Back My Choice
He calls while she’s in the midst of deciding what outfit best projects the perfect balance of power and humanity for her next appearance before the cameras, and she knows perfectly what will happen if she takes the call, but she’s nothing if not perverse, and all the desperation of the political crowd on Luna makes her long for a distraction, anyhow.
Sure enough - “The white ain’t what you’re looking for, Chrissy,” he says, once their business is done but before she can get him off the line again, “but jewel tones - that’s your sweet spot right there, can’t go wrong.”
“How the fuck do you know anything about what colors a woman looks best in?” she asks, before she can think better of it and hold her stubborn tongue, but he just smiles at her - more of an honest grin than she’s ever seen from him, without any edges - and says, “trust me, you really, really don’t wanna hear about it.”