closed ( ☄ ) the place where the sea kisses the sky is a beautiful beginning to a painful end

[realists]

WHO: Jyn & Cassian
WHERE: Casa de Rogue One
WHEN: February 1 & February 5
WHAT: Cassian returns from Oros to some bad news
WARNINGS: Rogue One spoilers fo' sho'

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The hangar is full of noise and hustle as the Oros mission teams return and the Captain calls any and all pilots to arms to rescue the natives of the planet below. All available pilots willing to brave bombs and certain death. Jyn knows of one pilot who would be willing to undertake a(nother) suicide mission, a pilot who is brave and good and would care about the citizens below who need to be protected, who would want to follow his heart and make right by himself.

The Rogue One cargo ship stays docked in the hangar and Jyn stays curled up in the co-pilot's seat while so many people around her rush to do good and help, radio crackling with ships requesting to depart the hangar. There's no point for her to move.

She doesn't have a pilot.

The sound of Cassian's boots on the ladder into the cockpit makes her stir, barely. She aches to bury her sorrow in his arms, but she doesn't move more than flicking the radio off and leaving them in a heavy silence that Jyn is going to keep wrapped around her like a blanket until Cassian breaks it, worrying the elastic band of Bodhi's goggles between her fingers.

Comments

[ouzel]

"Better than I've deserved."

Cassian sighs, closing his eyes. "I would have killed myself long before I met you if not for the fact that I wasn't sure anyone would make sure he was okay."

Things he's never said aloud before: that.

[realists]

Cassian.

Jyn would have more of a reaction if it weren't for the depressing fact that she's heard it before. From Saw's rebels, from people just too exhausted from trying to survive the Empire, from her own quiet thoughts. She was always too bitter, too spiteful to give in. Cassian's reasons were so much more selfless, but she's not surprised.

Instead of letting herself get upset over it, she flattens her hand against his chest, nudging him to roll over. She'll keep nudging until he's facing away from her and she can curl her arm around his waist from behind, pressing her forehead to the back of his neck.

"I won't, so you don't have an out." She would, of course, but she won't.