It’s moments like this that Susan really, really wishes Padmé were alive so that they could have good, long, serious discussion about whether all Jedi had such terrible fashion sense or if it is unique to Ben; it’s maddening because under the layers of sarcasm, biting humour, dirty linen, and skin in desperate need of a deep exfoliation and serious moisturizer, is a very, very handsome man.
It’s taken her six months of pleading, cajoling, wheedling (which never works because Ben knows what she’s trying to do) and outright threats to achieve the most incremental of changes – boots are fine, sexy, even, but the robes stay home, a belt defines his waist and hips nicely but it should not be as wide as a girdle, and the only fight they ever had involved trying to get him into a properly tailored and fitted ensemble – he closely follows galactic news so how did he not know that trousers were fashionably snug now in all the finest Corsucant shops and available in a gorgeous assortment of synthleathers.
Now, they are making an appearance at Bail’s private get-together and if it had not taken so much effort, she’d want him out of what he’s just put on because Ben look amazing, but he’s being stubbornly obstinate and complaining about how he doesn't want to look like a Naboo Queen (why ever not?) as she stalks him with a kohl pencil and a brush of golden glitter and, in exasperation, Susan finally corners him in the closet to apply the finishing touches and scolds, “Honestly, Ben, it’s part of your disguise!” (which is at least partly true, mostly, well, maybe a little).
Diamond in the Rough in a Velvet Goldmine
It’s taken her six months of pleading, cajoling, wheedling (which never works because Ben knows what she’s trying to do) and outright threats to achieve the most incremental of changes – boots are fine, sexy, even, but the robes stay home, a belt defines his waist and hips nicely but it should not be as wide as a girdle, and the only fight they ever had involved trying to get him into a properly tailored and fitted ensemble – he closely follows galactic news so how did he not know that trousers were fashionably snug now in all the finest Corsucant shops and available in a gorgeous assortment of synthleathers.
Now, they are making an appearance at Bail’s private get-together and if it had not taken so much effort, she’d want him out of what he’s just put on because Ben look amazing, but he’s being stubbornly obstinate and complaining about how he doesn't want to look like a Naboo Queen (why ever not?) as she stalks him with a kohl pencil and a brush of golden glitter and, in exasperation, Susan finally corners him in the closet to apply the finishing touches and scolds, “Honestly, Ben, it’s part of your disguise!” (which is at least partly true, mostly, well, maybe a little).