
He looks frightfully drunk. And unassuming. Rawboned. Without the added structure of his uniform he is quite narrow – small, were it not for his height and angular shoulders. His uncoiffed hair is soft and tousled where the girl had her fingers in it
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lighter without the pomade, he realizes. He looks flushed around the cheeks. His jacket and shirt are tugged open
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when did he do that?
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and he can see that he is flushed there too. He looks a hundred years away from the type of man who could bark orders over a command bridge. He looks too young. Stars, how did he fraud his way into the role of General? Who would give someone this young control of a ship?! He stares back aghast at his over-wide eyes, leans in to see the pupils expanding.
another sketch commission for @momoformisha from her Kylux fic Pocket Nova!
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