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Jyn Erso ([personal profile] nextchance) wrote2025-05-14 12:09 am
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crash sites keep me up at night

In the dream — and it was a dream, although she didn't know that —

Jyn was a little girl in the cave on Lah'mu, not knowing when it was or how long she had been there, only that she was waiting, always waiting, always left alone. The lantern was burned out, the small space dark and damp, somehow seeming to get smaller still, a grave and a prison cell and the only home she had. When, at last, the door swung open overhead, it was an unfamiliar figure overhead (a new variation on an old theme), a young boy with dark hair and eyes, and Jyn didn't really know him except that she felt like she did anyway. Wordless, he held out a hand, and she began to climb.

She climbed, and climbed, and climbed, until her bad shoulder ached and her hands slipped on the ladder's rungs, but she had to keep going, even as she got nowhere, the cave getting deeper now, except it wasn't a cave at all. It was the data tower, getting taller, not deeper, and no longer a little girl, she kept climbing, desperate to reach the top where no one was waiting for her anymore, because when she looked down — so far down, it hadn't really been that far, had it? — Cassian's body lay bent and broken at the bottom, and she knew he wasn't getting back up. Stupid, to think she could reach him, that she might be able to hold onto him this time.

Finally she stepped up and out of the cave that was also the data tower and onto the beach, alone again, except for all of the dead. It had been a while since she'd dreamed of Scarif, and somehow there were more bodies now, her father's weapon overhead, her inescapable legacy. Past the shoreline was forest, and she knew it to be Yavin 4's even though she had barely seen it while she was there, and knew that it held the house she'd once lived in. The house burned — the fire she'd set — and the forest burned with it. The world glowed green with the Death Star's kyber-light, only it wasn't coming from the sky above but from her. Surrounded by bodies, she sat on the sand and waited for a death that didn't come, one which would have been, she supposed, too kind. Hard as she'd always fought to survive, a death that meant something in the arms of someone who cared about her was worlds better than surviving alone, left to bear the weight of so much destruction.

She looked up at the weapon that shared her name, a grim mirror in the sky, and with the fire and the dead around her, she knew that they were one and the same, and this was always going to be where she wound up.

— With a sharp gasp, Jyn lurched awake in the dark, her limbs clammy with sweat and her face damp with tears. Nightmares were nothing new to her, but it had been a long time since one had rattled her this badly. In her addled state, trying and mostly failing to get air into her lungs, she couldn't think of what might have caused it... Until the sound of breath that wasn't her own reminded her that she wasn't alone in the room. Through the haze of everything else, the events of the last day began coming back to her.

It should have been reassuring to remember that Cassian was here and alive and safe. At any other time, it would have been. Instead, in the moment, her panic intensified, her chest painfully tight. It was a good thing, not being alone anymore, except that she still felt like she was and knew she would be again. Close as he was, he felt impossibly far away, and yet he was too close, too. The last thing she wanted was to be seen like this, a panic-stricken, crying mess, unable to calm herself down after just a stupid dream. All she could do — one of the only coherent thoughts she could hold onto — was try to stay as quiet as possible, pressing a fistful of blanket against her mouth to try to stifle any gasps or sobs, and hope she hadn't made enough noise to wake him. He needed the rest. She needed to pull herself together, shoulders shaking in the dark as she tried to breathe.
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[personal profile] fulcrum3 2025-05-16 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
"I guess we'll take it as it goes." To his surprise, Cassian's plate was already nearly empty. There hadn't been so much food to play around with. He didn't mind; he hoped Jyn would be satisfied. If not—"I'm determined to actually make it into the city today. You'll still come with me?"
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[personal profile] fulcrum3 2025-05-16 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
Cassian threw her another lopsided smile. "Sounds great."

Hard to believe how little he'd smiled the first days of their acquaintance. What a difference it made, toward the end of it all, when he began. Now for real, again, was the possibility of him that had nearly been killed by war: the person he should have been if he'd been born in peace. Warm, funny, loving. The remnants of that person always lived under the apparently cold, downcast soldier, which was what made him a commander people followed, even to a suicide mission.

Now, he swept up his empty plate, took a final swig of caf, and impulsively pressed a lightning-fast kiss to the top of her head before turning to bring the dishes to the sink. How many of his fellow soldiers or spies ever got to see him like this?

The person he'd been forced to be would descend again, of course; not just in sleep but in waking nightmares and ingrained behaviors. But right now, for a beautiful moment, with her, he got to be that peaceful self.
Edited 2025-05-16 07:38 (UTC)
fulcrum3: (civ . Jelucan . overcoat)

[personal profile] fulcrum3 2025-05-16 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Agreeably, he left the dishes.

It was time to get going. Cassian slipped on the Imperial boots, pulling the hand-me-down trousers over them rather than tucking them in, and found he was steeling himself. He was preparing to scope out the city, gather information and compare to what was in the welcome packet; but oh was he hoping it checked out. He was hoping so hard that this really could be a place to just… retire? with Jyn.

Gotta put hope aside, though, and be objective. Compare your own observations to what was said, and to hers. Mainly, he was going to be looking for people who didn't fit into the life he'd been given. He expected the packet to be accurate to his situation, but maybe at others' expense. The Empire didn't fundamentally effect the upper-class citizens of Coruscant, after all.

Ready to go, Cassian fell into place with Jyn. "Okay."
fulcrum3: (civ . formal . collared)

[personal profile] fulcrum3 2025-05-16 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
They did. They got Cassian several changes of clothes and a pair of sturdy boots. Seeing Cassian's distaste for his old pair, the shopkeeper offered to throw them away, but Cassian opted to keep them. Never waste a pair of good shoes. "We'll give them away to someone the Empire would hate," he murmured to Jyn. He kept an eye out for the rest of the day, but didn't see anyone unhoused. Which he found… either highly suspect (were they wrangled and kept off the streets?) or hopeful (was everyone actually taken care of here?). All right. He'd keep the boots as a reminder to himself, unless/until someone like another new arrival might need them.

They went food shopping and Cassian convinced Jyn to actually get perishable items, because he promised to use them.

In between clothes and food, they explored the city at large. There did seem to be some divide between the 'locals' and the 'imports', but no real animosity, and by and large, the welcome packet held up. It was hard for Cassian to shake his wariness… but he wasn't finding anything to hang it on; anything that rang any bells.

Their only specific stop was, as had been on his intake paperwork welcome packet, Candlewood Apartments, number 10C. The door lock was thoroughly analog, which raised Cassian's hackles: having to actually turn a key and knob kept your hands occupied as it opened, thus vulnerable to ambush. Of course, he didn't have a blaster anyway… still, old habits.

He opened the door.
fulcrum3: (Yavin 4 . Wil .s)

[personal profile] fulcrum3 2025-05-16 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
He mirrored her, making a quick but thorough sweep. It wasn’t wholly unlike Luthen’s safehouse—which didn’t bear thinking about.

Coming back into the same room, he said lightly, "We'll keep it in case Beany decides he needs his own place."

(Veiled meaning: in case Jyn did. Barring that, Cassian intended not to come back.)
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fulcrum3: (yavin . you kill him)

[personal profile] fulcrum3 2025-05-17 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
“I like the freighter,” said Cassian. “Reminds me how I never slept better than in hyperspace.” The only place one’s really safe. “And. Until you tell me otherwise: I go where you go.”
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fulcrum3: (Scarif . because it's me .s)

[personal profile] fulcrum3 2025-05-17 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
He recognized that smile. He was so glad to see it. It drew an answering one from him, from all the way inside his chest.

It made him think of something to buy, if he could find one on the rest of their trip.

"Let's finish up, then," he said. It was too early to say aloud, but he thought it: and go home.
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[personal profile] fulcrum3 2025-05-17 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
He went through the mental list. He had the clothes and a rucksack to put them in. He also had a messenger bag with the welcome packet, surplus credits, and old boots. Getting toiletries had been a comic experience, needing Jyn to read all the English writing to him. Soldier-etc Cassian was also used to bare minimums, so it could have been much worse. Still, he needed to learn that alphabet, and fast. (He also had a primer book in the bag.)

The comm "cellphone" that had come with the welcome packet, he had in his bag as well. He'd "exchanged numbers" with Jyn but, unless/until they got separated, he was leaving it turned off. Only because she kept hers on her person, was he not destroying his or leaving it somewhere like this empty apartment. He didn't know who might track him with it, but the fact that it was possible was enough for distrust of the device.

The idea he'd just had, he thought he'd make his own trip to try to find, to surprise her.

Likewise… maybe, on another trip, sheets and blankets big enough for two. It felt too early to suggest.

"If there's any place you think I should see?" he said. "Otherwise, I think just food, then home."

—And realized he'd just said the word after all.
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fulcrum3: (jedha . jyn . built on hope .s)

[personal profile] fulcrum3 2025-05-17 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
He saw the effect of the word, as if he’d dropped a stone into water… and it wasn’t bad.

He switched tracks with her seamlessly—he would always follow her—“I really don’t mind. But, sure, give me a taste of local cuisine.”

—but then he touched and squeezed her arm with a look more meaningful than anything to do with food. Yeah. I want to be your home.
fulcrum3: (massif . doesn't sound so bad .s)

[personal profile] fulcrum3 2025-05-17 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
It could be dangerous, to assume you could read someone. Of course, Cassian was literally an expert in nonverbal expression, and deliberate communication as often, deliberately or not, lied. And who in the Galaxy—galaxies?—got to prove themselves to each other as thoroughly as Jyn and Cassian?

Still true that he didn't know her outside of combat. And didn't know the new her, after all the years she'd spent here—and all the private communications she'd built up with… him… that he had now fallen behind.

Given all that; he thought he understood. He spread out his fingers so that hers sank between them and they intertwined. Then he lowered their joined hands so they stayed holding together at their sides.

"Yes," he said, eyes shining back to her. With a crinkle at their edges, he added, "Don't forget anything here. I don't plan to come back anytime soon."
Edited 2025-05-17 23:11 (UTC)
fulcrum3: (R1 . is that…? .s)

[personal profile] fulcrum3 2025-05-18 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
They finished their shopping and got back to the Falcon at golden hour. They'd forgotten to eat lunch (and doubtless each had a mental voice of someone scolding them for it), but of course both had gone much longer without food.

The takeaway meal made up for it. Cassian couldn't even finish his share. Despite, again, the precepts of Finish everything when you don't know where your next meal will come from and Take what you want but eat what you take. Now, he did have an idea where his next meal was coming from: their own shared conservator in their own shared living space. Their home.

After dinner, he set about putting his own mark on it by going into the closet area and rearranging until he'd made a space for himself. He stowed his new belongings at perfect regulation angles. Finally being in there himself, he saw Jyn had not been kidding: there was an entire wall of capes. Cassian had absolutely no temptation to try any of them on. But maybe sometime Jyn needed cheering up.

Reemerging, Cassian nearly tripped over Sprinkles, who barked around his ankles. He knelt to massage her ears and get drooled on, and called to Jyn, "Hey. Will you show me how to play with her?"
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[personal profile] fulcrum3 2025-05-18 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
By then, Cassian had discovered the metaphorical switch behind Sprinkles's ear that had her flopped over for belly rubs, legs and tongue lolling. "So it seems," he said, eyes flashing to Jyn. He was also now seated across from her. It came to him that he could never have imagined this with her just a few days ago.

…Maybe it could have. Once over Scarif, in the shuttle, when she grabbed his arm, and they looked at each other, startled, because all of a sudden, invading each other's space felt completely different than it had every time before. They hadn't been able to afford the feeling, then…

And then, of course, on the beach. What hadn't he imagined with her…

In the present, he forgot to ask questions: all of this was going through his eyes.
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[personal profile] fulcrum3 2025-05-18 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Cassian blinked, looked down, and realized that Sprinkles had painlessly taken his hand in her little jaws and was growling and tossing her head in her joy. He returned the grip just enough to play, carefully of the tiny skull, before disengaging and resuming the scratches.

"This seems too easy," he said. "Is it because dogs like everything? Or because… she thinks… I'm…?"

Either he should never bring up the subject of his other self, or they would have to stop dodging around it. He wasn't sure which of them needed to take the lead on that. His impulse was to let Jyn, but the last time he felt that, it turned out she needed him to.

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