fulcrum3: (base . jyn . rest)
Fulcrum ([personal profile] fulcrum3) wrote in [personal profile] nextchance 2025-05-06 03:01 am (UTC)

Cassian understood that—how ‘what you owned’ was only ever what you could carry. He understood having lived it and understood that Jyn had lived it.

When have you known such understanding, recognition… Much as he’d… (cared about, feared for, wanted to protect) Bix, there hadn’t really been that. Not that one had anything to do with the other. Just being back in such cramped quarters, imagining…

“I’ll have to hear the story of this ship sometime.” As he gladly obeyed her suggestion and tossed the trousers over his shoulder back into the lav.

“I guess step three was food?” Though he didn’t want any. What he wanted, more like hunger than hunger, was to lie down on the ship’s cot beside her, take her in his arms, and sleep. Sleeping without her seemed unimaginable. How else could he possibly find any rest but holding her, and how else could they make sure they weren’t parted again?

It was too much to ask, so he stuck to the plan. Food.

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