Only we do not have an unrealistic budget and we do not need a guide to show us around. [jyn's interest in all those shows is hilarious to him, but he can also understand the appeal, especially for people who rarely stayed in one place for very long. they just want the perfect living space, that's what cassian's after.]
[and now here they are, talking about getting a house where they could very well stay for very long. it's already been a year, and that's part of it for cassian, their arrival anniversary is creeping up and it's very weird. but he likes the idea of having a house, with jyn.]
[he smiles a little bit when she latches on to the garden.] Is that a yes? Do you want to at least... look?
I wanted to get a house with you five minutes ago but you seemed keen on arguing the case...
[ she already knows that she is in it with cassian for the long haul and since he showed a sliver of interest, jyn had instantly folded. if he'd said he wanted to buy a mansion house boat and live on the river, jyn would have agreed to that.
her shoulders lift in a shrug. ]
You're where my home is, Captain. We could live in a tent and I would be happy. But a real house sounds nice, too.
[his face lights up. both because she agreed and because she gets sappy on him. the novelty of jyn expressing feelings at him never seems to wear off; it reminds him he is loved and happy and even if he's already comfortable with jyn in any capacity, it still feels lucky. he didn't know he could be happy like this. he didn't know he could make someone happy like this.]
No tents, please. I want a house with you. [he wants a house! with his girlfriend! there, he finally said it.] I like the idea of making a space of our own together.
[she was romantic first, he's allowed to be in return.]
I like all of our stuff though. [ she shifts a little, spilling raddus off her lap and into the small space between her and cassian, blocking the cat in when her knees fall to rest on cassian's thighs. ]
It took a long time to get all this stuff how I like it.
[ she knows already that she is stealing The Rug but she loves the rest of their apartment, too. ]
[once he realizes just How Much he is feeling, he tries to contain it. he's not very successful, but it settles into something more quiet. she told him he didn't have to hide it, but he's still getting used to that.]
I was planning on taking it all with us, unless you had other ideas. [a beat.] Except the cabinets stuck to the wall, that is more effort than I care for. I like everything we have too.
[ jyn shifts again, like it's in increments, to unfold her legs over cassian's lap. it's her favorite way to sit.
she grins at his answer because it's excellent. ]
Perfect. We'll find a house and move all this stuff into it. [ her head bobs in a decisive nod, scritching behind the cat's ginger ears as she begrudgingly purrs. ]
[she stretches out over him and it doesn't even faze him; cassian just rests one of his hands on top of her legs, smiling at her. it's a little stunted, still like he's trying to hold some of it back.]
We can move everything in pieces. We might need a little help with the bigger furniture, but we can probably pay someone for that if need be.
[listen, with his back he is not sure he can carry a mattress or a couch around just the two of them, especially if whatever house they find ends up being a long enough walk away. the quarantine has movers.]
[he might have looked into that part already. what a double luxury: having things to move around and knowing there are people who can do it for you.]
[ jyn briefly squints at him. she nods again because that makes sense and she can see the logic and sensibility in it. she scoops up the cat and hold her out to cassian, holding the cat's paw to bat at his nose. ]
[he looks at her very confused and half amused, especially when the cat bops his nose. he pets at raddus's head, and she wriggles in jyn's grip.]
Nothing. What do you mean? [raddus mews in his face, and he scratches under her chin.] We just agreed to move into a house, there isn't anything wrong.
I dunno, you seem... I dunno. [ she shrugs. maybe she's just self-sabotaging because this is all very perfect and wonderful and she doesn't know how to handle it so she's projecting on to cassian with the cat.
she gathers the cat back into her arms, petting her idly. ]
[he doesn't frown, but now he is a little Concerned. he reaches out to brush some of the hair out of her face, leaving his arm resting behind her on the couch.]
I am. If anything, I think I feel almost too happy. [and he sounds a little apologetic about that.] I'm trying to figure out... that. How to be that, without feeling too much or being too much.
I already told you that you're not too anything, [ jyn says with perhaps more ferocity than necessary. HE IS PERFECTLY PERFECT EXACTLY HOW HE IS and she will fight anyone that says otherwise.
including him. ]
Alright, maybe you take showers that are too cold and that's why we don't shower together and maybe the way you organize the spices is too weird and makes no logical sense and maybe definitely you cut too low on the herbs -- which you say wrong, there's an h. But that is all that is too anything about you.
[she is so aggressively defensive of his feelings. ready to literally throw him down over it. he loves it and he loves her.]
The spices make perfect sense for me, and I am the one who cooks with them so it doesn't matter. [his hand moves to cup her cheek.] Maybe more like sometimes you are too short.
[he brushes his thumb over her skin.] I am still going to worry, until I get used to the feeling. It's a learning process, remember?
[ she can't tell him to learn faster because that would be rude and she wouldn't mean it, so it's lucky she bites down on that natural inclination. ]
Then tell me and I will tell you not to worry.
[ his hand on her cheek is a comfort, but he shouldn't have called her short because she turns her head and bites him. just a nip, not anything that would be painful. a tease. don't fucking call her short. ]
[ okay fair is fair, that hair pull was well deserved. ]
You're not too much for me, Cassian. [ her mouth slants into a lopsided smile. ] We're like a mosaic. All broken pieces and damaged, but together... it makes sense, it fits. You fit. Together we'll fill in all the cracks.
[ no wonder poe could see it from a thousand miles away, no wonder jim did his best to (successfully) force the issue. they were looking at god damned art. ]
[honestly what the hell jyn erso. for however much she melts under his attempts to be romantic, cassian is a snowman in the sun.]
[they fit. they work. they're better together and they're growing back together and she called them a mosaic and maybe he needs her to be sappy too to remind himself of all the good things they are and have together and -]
[he leans in to kiss her, smiling against her mouth and into the kiss because how else is he supposed to respond to that? he lingers for a few seconds, then pulls back, keeping his forehead to hers.]
[ she wants to be stern and correct him, but she just fucking laughs, kissing him again while raddus squirms out of her grasp, squirming into cassian's lap before leaping off the couch. ]
Just because you say it that way, doesn't mean that you're right.
[ she shoves at his chest, but they're both sitting on the couch so he go approximately nowhere. it's simple phonetics, you pronounce the stupid letters in the stupid word.
I know you do not like to admit when you are wrong...
[he catches her hand when she swats at him, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss her knuckles. maybe he's feeling extra affectionate. they're going to get a house!]
[ her nose wrinkles and her lips purse against the smile at his affection. he can't buy her acquiescence with smooches, that's not fair! he knows it's her weakness. this is the god damn hill she will die on.
anything else she will accept. but not erb. never. ]
Linguistics don't have to make any sense to be correct. [he speaks a lot of languages, he would know!]
[he still does not let go of her hand, because he likes holding her hand. he turns it around though, so he can plant another kiss to her palm this time. he knows she loves it and he loves drowning her in affection, so it's a win-win situation.]
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[and now here they are, talking about getting a house where they could very well stay for very long. it's already been a year, and that's part of it for cassian, their arrival anniversary is creeping up and it's very weird. but he likes the idea of having a house, with jyn.]
[he smiles a little bit when she latches on to the garden.] Is that a yes? Do you want to at least... look?
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[ she already knows that she is in it with cassian for the long haul and since he showed a sliver of interest, jyn had instantly folded. if he'd said he wanted to buy a mansion house boat and live on the river, jyn would have agreed to that.
her shoulders lift in a shrug. ]
You're where my home is, Captain. We could live in a tent and I would be happy. But a real house sounds nice, too.
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No tents, please. I want a house with you. [he wants a house! with his girlfriend! there, he finally said it.] I like the idea of making a space of our own together.
[she was romantic first, he's allowed to be in return.]
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I like all of our stuff though. [ she shifts a little, spilling raddus off her lap and into the small space between her and cassian, blocking the cat in when her knees fall to rest on cassian's thighs. ]
It took a long time to get all this stuff how I like it.
[ she knows already that she is stealing The Rug but she loves the rest of their apartment, too. ]
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I was planning on taking it all with us, unless you had other ideas. [a beat.] Except the cabinets stuck to the wall, that is more effort than I care for. I like everything we have too.
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she grins at his answer because it's excellent. ]
Perfect. We'll find a house and move all this stuff into it. [ her head bobs in a decisive nod, scritching behind the cat's ginger ears as she begrudgingly purrs. ]
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We can move everything in pieces. We might need a little help with the bigger furniture, but we can probably pay someone for that if need be.
[listen, with his back he is not sure he can carry a mattress or a couch around just the two of them, especially if whatever house they find ends up being a long enough walk away. the quarantine has movers.]
[he might have looked into that part already. what a double luxury: having things to move around and knowing there are people who can do it for you.]
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What's wrong?
[ something, jyn thinks. maybe something isn't wrong, but something isn't quite right. ]
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Nothing. What do you mean? [raddus mews in his face, and he scratches under her chin.] We just agreed to move into a house, there isn't anything wrong.
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she gathers the cat back into her arms, petting her idly. ]
You're happy, right?
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I am. If anything, I think I feel almost too happy. [and he sounds a little apologetic about that.] I'm trying to figure out... that. How to be that, without feeling too much or being too much.
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including him. ]
Alright, maybe you take showers that are too cold and that's why we don't shower together and maybe the way you organize the spices is too weird and makes no logical sense and maybe definitely you cut too low on the herbs -- which you say wrong, there's an h. But that is all that is too anything about you.
[ a beat. ] Sometimes you're too tall.
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The spices make perfect sense for me, and I am the one who cooks with them so it doesn't matter. [his hand moves to cup her cheek.] Maybe more like sometimes you are too short.
[he brushes his thumb over her skin.] I am still going to worry, until I get used to the feeling. It's a learning process, remember?
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Then tell me and I will tell you not to worry.
[ his hand on her cheek is a comfort, but he shouldn't have called her short because she turns her head and bites him. just a nip, not anything that would be painful. a tease. don't fucking call her short. ]
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I was afraid of being too happy. Like it would jinx it, or it would be too much for you. I didn't know if I could handle it myself either.
[being happy is more complicated than he imagined. he never knew how to let himself do that before! but it's nice to talk about it now.]
Getting a house with you would make me very, very happy.
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You're not too much for me, Cassian. [ her mouth slants into a lopsided smile. ] We're like a mosaic. All broken pieces and damaged, but together... it makes sense, it fits. You fit. Together we'll fill in all the cracks.
[ no wonder poe could see it from a thousand miles away, no wonder jim did his best to (successfully) force the issue. they were looking at god damned art. ]
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[they fit. they work. they're better together and they're growing back together and she called them a mosaic and maybe he needs her to be sappy too to remind himself of all the good things they are and have together and -]
[he leans in to kiss her, smiling against her mouth and into the kiss because how else is he supposed to respond to that? he lingers for a few seconds, then pulls back, keeping his forehead to hers.]
Herb.
[there's no h ok.]
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Just because you say it that way, doesn't mean that you're right.
[ what a dummy. she's in love with an idiot. ]
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[cassian, however, takes any time he gets her to laugh as a victory, so he steals another kiss over it.]
We could take a poll. I bet most people would not use the h. I bet I am right.
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[ she shoves at his chest, but they're both sitting on the couch so he go approximately nowhere. it's simple phonetics, you pronounce the stupid letters in the stupid word.
this isn't french. letters aren't meaningless! ]
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[he catches her hand when she swats at him, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss her knuckles. maybe he's feeling extra affectionate. they're going to get a house!]
It sounds better my way.
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[ her nose wrinkles and her lips purse against the smile at his affection. he can't buy her acquiescence with smooches, that's not fair! he knows it's her weakness. this is the god damn hill she will die on.
anything else she will accept. but not erb. never. ]
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[he still does not let go of her hand, because he likes holding her hand. he turns it around though, so he can plant another kiss to her palm this time. he knows she loves it and he loves drowning her in affection, so it's a win-win situation.]
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[ he fucking can though. ]
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[he starts to leave a trail of kisses down her arm, bringing him all up in her space until he can lean in and plant a kiss on her nose.]
I bet I can.
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