J.C. An unlikely love story (Thrawnxf!reader)

My hands joined in prayer

You take a step back to have a good view.

You gulp.

The building is enormous.

In a pyramid form with steps, the building in what appears to be beige marble clashes with the rest of Coruscant. Sitting at the top of a tower of apartments and offices near Core Square, the construction of more than 21 000 meters square takes center stage of the neighborhood, less tall but more wide than the other buildings, the sun rises behind it and shines all its light on the smooth surface of the marble. Already a huge crowd is forming at its door.

You tug your suit to smooth and flatten it. A hand appears on your backside, you turn your head to Nather who just parked the airspeeder. As always, a smile is flowing on his lips, with his hand he gestures to you all of the building.

"Welcome, (y/n)!"

Your gaze comes back on the impressive built.

"What's this ?" You ask with a voice filled with curiosity.

"This is, I hope, the remedy to your loneliness! Come." He takes your hand and guides you toward a small group of people talking with energetic tones.

"Demat my friends!"

They all turn towards you with smiles on their faces. You can't really say because they wore civil clothes but you think one of them is another governor. An old man in a grey tunic opens his mouth first.

"Demat Arzel. What a beautiful day for a ceremony isn't it ?"

"Indeed. Let's hope the future days will be as clement. Is the beleg officiate today?"

"Oh yes! He came back last week with news of others kenvreuriezh..."

You let them talk without understanding the jargon, you just nod silently with a polite smile, not daring to interrupt them. A woman between two ages looks at you up and down and takes the floor.

"Arzel, honey, who's that pretty thing accompanying you?"

Your lips part at the demeaning compliment, taken aback you don't know how to respond without missing a beat. Nather flies to your rescue, pushing you slightly forward in the circle of friends.

"This is my pearl. Everyone meets (y/n)!"

They all smile at you, nod, and exclaim some welcoming formula. The woman takes your hands in hers and squeezes them as a salutation.

"So it's her? Welcome my child." she pinches your cheek like she would a baby.

"Tell me, what did he told you to convince you to come ?"

You ostensibly massage your cheek, still with a polite smile.

"Huh... He wanted to present to me his friends, ma'am."

"Don't ma'am me, my child. We are all friends here, we use each other's nicknames!" You realize she didn't release your other hand, you squeeze it but she didn't take the hint. "We should find you a nickname!" Her eyes glow as she speaks.

"That's a bit premature, no?" Nather interjects, his fan touches her hand and she finally releases yours, you quickly retract it. "This is her first time, you're gonna scare her..."

"A nickname?" You ask. "What for?"

"Oh it's just a silly little thing." The woman says. "A way to strengthen ties between us. For example my nickname is Berc'hed, Nather is Arzel, this is Gleann." She designates the old man in grey. "And you, my dear..." She takes your face between her two hands, making you look like a fish, you have to challenge all your patience to not pull them off. "You have a visage to be called Roween. Am I right?" She asks the rest of the circle. They all agree with enthusiasm.