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nextchance) wrote2017-12-26 03:32 am
nextchance) wrote2017-12-26 03:32 am
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The truth of the matter is, Jyn still really doesn't understand what the whole deal with Christmas is or what it's supposed to be. When it comes to decorating, she's only done what she's seen in stores or seen other people do, though she thinks that it's turned out alright, all things considered. The tree is still standing, despite a few near-mishaps with the lights and with Sprinkles, and she doesn't need to know why people put them up in the first place to like the way it looks in their new living room, casting a faint warm glow and still smelling like it did the first day she brought it in. Cleaning up once they get rid of it is probably going to be hell, but it will be worth it.
As far as she's concerned, it would be even just for this — Cassian's arms around her, the two of them curled up on the couch, Sprinkles nosing her way into a piece of wrapping paper discarded earlier. It still terrifies her sometimes, the moments when she catches herself thinking that she could get used to this, but she wants to, more than she would know how to say. Words have never really been her strong suit, anyway.
It's easier to turn her head enough to brush her lips against Cassian's shoulder, everything seeming for the moment calm and peaceful and still in a way she never really imagined she could be so comfortable with. Then again, she never would have imagined any of this for herself in the first place, from the holiday and all its odd trappings and traditions to where she is and whom she's with.
"Look, it looks like she's trying to wrap herself up, doesn't it?" she says then, a faint, fond sort of smile on her face as she nods in Sprinkles's direction. "I can't see that ending well."
As far as she's concerned, it would be even just for this — Cassian's arms around her, the two of them curled up on the couch, Sprinkles nosing her way into a piece of wrapping paper discarded earlier. It still terrifies her sometimes, the moments when she catches herself thinking that she could get used to this, but she wants to, more than she would know how to say. Words have never really been her strong suit, anyway.
It's easier to turn her head enough to brush her lips against Cassian's shoulder, everything seeming for the moment calm and peaceful and still in a way she never really imagined she could be so comfortable with. Then again, she never would have imagined any of this for herself in the first place, from the holiday and all its odd trappings and traditions to where she is and whom she's with.
"Look, it looks like she's trying to wrap herself up, doesn't it?" she says then, a faint, fond sort of smile on her face as she nods in Sprinkles's direction. "I can't see that ending well."