jyn sits back on the toilet when he starts drawing the bath, watching him fuss with the taps to get the right temperature. she knows he thinks it's too hot, but he is making it that hot anyway. for her.
she could tell him, right now, what she feels. what she thinks she feels. it's too foreign still for her to know exactly, but it's there. humming under the surface of everything and aching to spill out only she doesn't know what it is. cassian is very dear to her, very important to her, and she wants to know everything about him because he's had a whole life, a whole story, and she came in late, the last chapter. practically an epilogue.
no matter how much she knows about him, she wants to know more. maybe that is simply a very close friendship. she is lacking experience there too. ]
No. [ she fiddles with one of her cuts, picking at the dried blood. ] Will you tell me about your mother?
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jyn sits back on the toilet when he starts drawing the bath, watching him fuss with the taps to get the right temperature. she knows he thinks it's too hot, but he is making it that hot anyway. for her.
she could tell him, right now, what she feels. what she thinks she feels. it's too foreign still for her to know exactly, but it's there. humming under the surface of everything and aching to spill out only she doesn't know what it is. cassian is very dear to her, very important to her, and she wants to know everything about him because he's had a whole life, a whole story, and she came in late, the last chapter. practically an epilogue.
no matter how much she knows about him, she wants to know more. maybe that is simply a very close friendship. she is lacking experience there too. ]
No. [ she fiddles with one of her cuts, picking at the dried blood. ] Will you tell me about your mother?