[ it's a sweet image, one jyn can clearly envision: tiny cassian, short and chubby, dimple hidden beneath the perpetual few day's growth of his beard visible when he offers a toothy grin as he gambols through the snow, snowflakes sticking in a mop of messy brown hair, probably too long because he couldn't sit still to have it cut.
she isn't going to ask so apart from a holo of him as a child falling from the sky, her image of him is unchangeable. ]
Papa taught me to sew. Mama taught him.
[ back before jyn, on espinar where they met and fell in love in the span of six months, all while surveying the crystals in the cave system. galen had taught jyn on lah'mu while carefully undertaking difficult surgeries to repair her wounded stuffed toys.
saw had taught her later on, retooling stuffed toy care into utilitarian purposes, first aid and clothing. ]
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she isn't going to ask so apart from a holo of him as a child falling from the sky, her image of him is unchangeable. ]
Papa taught me to sew. Mama taught him.
[ back before jyn, on espinar where they met and fell in love in the span of six months, all while surveying the crystals in the cave system. galen had taught jyn on lah'mu while carefully undertaking difficult surgeries to repair her wounded stuffed toys.
saw had taught her later on, retooling stuffed toy care into utilitarian purposes, first aid and clothing. ]