Jyn didn't stop Cassian from loosening his grip and getting up. She made no noise of protest as she watched him leave the main room and enter the fresher. But she was not so preoccupied that she didn't notice the trembling or recognize that despite the calm in his voice, Cassian had just been thrown into a world of turmoil.
She had felt the same, after all, in the days following the fall of the Empire. When she wasn't walking around in a perpetual daze waiting to receive orders - no matter what those orders were - she hadn't known what to do with herself.
Or what to think.
She had raged and screamed and sobbed and wondered just what it was she was going to do now that there was such an unknown and uncertain future lying ahead of her. All she knew was loss and war and running and fighting and never knowing if she was going to reach tomorrow.
But now she had tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and ... no idea how to reconcile that with all she had known since she was eight years old. And Cassian - he had been fighting even longer than Jyn had. She could only ever imagine the turbulence he was feeling.
Despite the promises of you'll have me for as long as I'm able, she knew damn well that he had always believed that he would never come out of this alive. He had been, for all intents and purposes, waiting for the end to come to him.
He needed time. And for a while, Jyn gave it to him. But the longer the shower was running, the more she began worrying that ... something had happened. She did the only thing that she could do.
She followed. Observed him - fully clothed, standing underneath the spray, his palms and forehead pressed against the wall. And while she didn't want to disturb him, she also couldn't stand the thought of him in pain.
Again, she did the only thing she could, which was to join him (without getting undressed), carefully threading her arms around his middle and wedging herself as close as she could manage in the small space.
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timeasmymeasure
well that's it i'm broken
Date: 2019-12-14 08:14 am (UTC)She had felt the same, after all, in the days following the fall of the Empire. When she wasn't walking around in a perpetual daze waiting to receive orders - no matter what those orders were - she hadn't known what to do with herself.
Or what to think.
She had raged and screamed and sobbed and wondered just what it was she was going to do now that there was such an unknown and uncertain future lying ahead of her. All she knew was loss and war and running and fighting and never knowing if she was going to reach tomorrow.
But now she had tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and ... no idea how to reconcile that with all she had known since she was eight years old. And Cassian - he had been fighting even longer than Jyn had. She could only ever imagine the turbulence he was feeling.
Despite the promises of you'll have me for as long as I'm able, she knew damn well that he had always believed that he would never come out of this alive. He had been, for all intents and purposes, waiting for the end to come to him.
He needed time. And for a while, Jyn gave it to him. But the longer the shower was running, the more she began worrying that ... something had happened. She did the only thing that she could do.
She followed. Observed him - fully clothed, standing underneath the spray, his palms and forehead pressed against the wall. And while she didn't want to disturb him, she also couldn't stand the thought of him in pain.
Again, she did the only thing she could, which was to join him (without getting undressed), carefully threading her arms around his middle and wedging herself as close as she could manage in the small space.
"Let it out."