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Dec. 8th, 2018 11:44 pmThough she's lived in more places than she can count and observed celebrations for all sorts of various occasions, Christmas is still something relatively new to Jyn. Last year, she was given several explanations, but none of them really served to make it understandable for her. That also hadn't mattered. She'd embraced it wholeheartedly, decorating the house she and Cassian and Bodhi had just moved into, appreciating the spirit of the thing if not the specific meaning of it.
A lot has changed since then. Some of it has been for the best, but that's been harder to keep sight of these past couple of months. Between the hallucinations that Cassian tried to keep from her, that awful movie showing, and then her father's arrival, she's been thrown for a loop, out of sorts and melancholy, not really sure what the feeling that captivated her last year was except that it isn't here now. Being reminded of Bodhi at every turn doesn't help, either. He's been gone now for as long as she's been married, but it doesn't feel right that he's not here now, especially now that her father is here. Bodhi probably knew him better than she ever did. He would make things easier, she thinks, bridge a gap that she doesn't quite know what to do with.
Not wanting to dwell on it, after pulling out her Christmas decorations, she's called Anya, figuring she could use the company and a way to get out of her own head. Cassian is at work, Space Hospital is on in the background, and it might be nice and festive, if not for her own mood.
"Hand me that string of lights?" she asks, perched on the arm of the couch so she can hang them along the wall. All of this probably won't make her feel better, but it at least seems worth a shot.
A lot has changed since then. Some of it has been for the best, but that's been harder to keep sight of these past couple of months. Between the hallucinations that Cassian tried to keep from her, that awful movie showing, and then her father's arrival, she's been thrown for a loop, out of sorts and melancholy, not really sure what the feeling that captivated her last year was except that it isn't here now. Being reminded of Bodhi at every turn doesn't help, either. He's been gone now for as long as she's been married, but it doesn't feel right that he's not here now, especially now that her father is here. Bodhi probably knew him better than she ever did. He would make things easier, she thinks, bridge a gap that she doesn't quite know what to do with.
Not wanting to dwell on it, after pulling out her Christmas decorations, she's called Anya, figuring she could use the company and a way to get out of her own head. Cassian is at work, Space Hospital is on in the background, and it might be nice and festive, if not for her own mood.
"Hand me that string of lights?" she asks, perched on the arm of the couch so she can hang them along the wall. All of this probably won't make her feel better, but it at least seems worth a shot.
