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[there's something to be said about how prompto processes being sad and feeling lonely: at least he becomes more focused on menial tasks and checking off his imaginary to-do list.]
[the busier you are, the less time you have to be in your head, right?]
i got tomato seeds 🤟
[the busier you are, the less time you have to be in your head, right?]
i got tomato seeds 🤟
[ it's late afternoon. daisy's eyes are tired of focusing on code, her brain is exhausted from thinking; she could, in theory, stay late and finish this up, but she's over it. she needs a break. ]
hey
do you have plans after work?
hey
do you have plans after work?
[ it's never hard to find jyn, just look for the food. the harvest festival makes that a little trickier than usual, simply because there is an abundance of food and she is on the hunt to try it all. their house is stockpiled with all kinds of new things. ]
[ cassian does track her down about an hour after dinner, carrying an extra plate of food, though in reality it's a bunch of desserts. he always seems to find her. he bumps her shoulder where she's looking over the buffet for what is undoubtedly the umpteenth time. he offers up the plate, trying to entice her away. ]
Take a break from the real food and try some of this.
[ there's music playing, not loud enough to muffle conversation but loud enough to carry through the streets. ]
[ cassian does track her down about an hour after dinner, carrying an extra plate of food, though in reality it's a bunch of desserts. he always seems to find her. he bumps her shoulder where she's looking over the buffet for what is undoubtedly the umpteenth time. he offers up the plate, trying to entice her away. ]
Take a break from the real food and try some of this.
[ there's music playing, not loud enough to muffle conversation but loud enough to carry through the streets. ]
Edited 2019-07-02 01:01 (UTC)
Try some what? [ she's still looking at the food because she is a hungry hungry hippo, but her head pops up after a moment to see cassian's plate of desserts and she does take a literal step towards it. he can clearly pied piper her with dessert and that's unfortunate to have let slip.
as if cassian didn't already know she could easily be bribed by food. ]
What are those?
[ stepping fully away from the food when cassian moves, jyn follows like a lion cub stalking prey. ]
as if cassian didn't already know she could easily be bribed by food. ]
What are those?
[ stepping fully away from the food when cassian moves, jyn follows like a lion cub stalking prey. ]
[ most of his energy and time conscious has been spent texting caroline but right now, he manages to get another message out to someone different. ]
hey.
i'm a little
sorry hard 2 focus. can't see out of 1 eye
i think
sorry
don't know where i am. gotta
sorry.
hey.
i'm a little
sorry hard 2 focus. can't see out of 1 eye
i think
sorry
don't know where i am. gotta
sorry.
hey.
[ he doesn't even realize how he'd left the last message and how long it had been since he'd reached out to her. ]
i'm alive. i'm okay. ish.
[ he doesn't even realize how he'd left the last message and how long it had been since he'd reached out to her. ]
i'm alive. i'm okay. ish.
[ buncha people died. that's how marcos had gotten this job. all right, maybe it was more jyn putting in a good word for him than anything but he's not going to forget her telling him that a buncha people died. it shouldn't have made him chuckle but it had.
so, he's starting a new job and it's...different, being a courier had given him a level of freedom that he'd liked but it had felt rote. this type of thing was more grunt work for the most part but it kept him mind occupied and that's what he needed.
the first few days are training and by the time they let marcos go on his own, he's pretty confident about what he's doing. it's not a difficult to learn job but it does take work.
he's carrying a box down one corridor when he happens to hear what sounds like water pouring over something. his immediate reaction is to turn the other way, to ignore it, to to try and forget about it but the visual of someone watering a plant up ahead is enough to ruin those hopes and dreams.
it's vivid, how clearly he can remember the water pouring over the cloth, over his face, into his throat, and his eyes. he hadn't even been able to see it, for the most part. the cloth had been thick and suffocating especially when it had become deluged with water.
he breathes fast, too fast, and he can feel himself start to hyperventilate. soon enough, he's wheezing, black spots popping up in front of his eyes and he thunks back against the wall, using it to try and keep himself upright so he doesn't pass out. ]
so, he's starting a new job and it's...different, being a courier had given him a level of freedom that he'd liked but it had felt rote. this type of thing was more grunt work for the most part but it kept him mind occupied and that's what he needed.
the first few days are training and by the time they let marcos go on his own, he's pretty confident about what he's doing. it's not a difficult to learn job but it does take work.
he's carrying a box down one corridor when he happens to hear what sounds like water pouring over something. his immediate reaction is to turn the other way, to ignore it, to to try and forget about it but the visual of someone watering a plant up ahead is enough to ruin those hopes and dreams.
it's vivid, how clearly he can remember the water pouring over the cloth, over his face, into his throat, and his eyes. he hadn't even been able to see it, for the most part. the cloth had been thick and suffocating especially when it had become deluged with water.
he breathes fast, too fast, and he can feel himself start to hyperventilate. soon enough, he's wheezing, black spots popping up in front of his eyes and he thunks back against the wall, using it to try and keep himself upright so he doesn't pass out. ]
[ there is a lot of monotony to jyn's own job, but she has to use her brain constantly and it keeps food on her table which is the most important thing in the world to her. she has done worse shit for food than sitting in an air conditioned lab carefully compiling data and taking long lunches with her best friend when he can swing it.
and it's nice having marcos around, too.
it's less nice when she sees him slumped against the wall as she turns the corner. she swears under her breath -- in basic because she knows better than to make a spectacle of herself -- and hurries down the hall. the first step is to take the box from his hands and set it on the floor, straightening up to put her hands on his shoulders. ]
Marcos, hey. Look at me.
and it's nice having marcos around, too.
it's less nice when she sees him slumped against the wall as she turns the corner. she swears under her breath -- in basic because she knows better than to make a spectacle of herself -- and hurries down the hall. the first step is to take the box from his hands and set it on the floor, straightening up to put her hands on his shoulders. ]
Marcos, hey. Look at me.
[ it's been about a month since jyn kissed him, and cassian has finally figured out why. part of him feels foolish that it's taken so long, but it's not like he has any experience in deciphering his own feelings, which include the deep desire to kiss her back. zerzura was good for something. the nebulous fake life that pulled him in had his parents, and he loved them. it was almost the same thing he felt towards jyn - just not so aching, not familial. he always feels so much and so confused around jyn because she brings that honesty out of him and he loves her. ]
[ he loves her too. he felt it, he thinks, the way their feelings always seem to overlap. he is fairly certain she harbors the same fluttering, terrifying, giddy affection in her chest that's been growing in his for a while. the undercurrent is the same, that much he's known for a while, but he didn't understand it. ]
[ cassian finds her sprawled out on the couch, balancing a bowl of fruit on her stomach, but there are about three raspberries popped onto her fingers and she's eating them almost decadently. ]
[ he stops for a second and just smiles. it isn't the first time he's felt warm just watching her, but it's better now that he gets why. ]
Hey. [ the house is empty. he made sure that illya and daisy would be out, because he didn't want to risk either of them (daisy especially) overhearing or walking in on them. he already feels dumb enough for completely missing... everything. he literally felt jyn's affection towards him and completely missed it! how sad his life is, that he couldn't even recognize something as warm as love. he might not deserve her love, but the chance is right in front of him, and he learned from her to never stop taking them. ]
Sit up, please. I figured something out.
[ he loves her too. he felt it, he thinks, the way their feelings always seem to overlap. he is fairly certain she harbors the same fluttering, terrifying, giddy affection in her chest that's been growing in his for a while. the undercurrent is the same, that much he's known for a while, but he didn't understand it. ]
[ cassian finds her sprawled out on the couch, balancing a bowl of fruit on her stomach, but there are about three raspberries popped onto her fingers and she's eating them almost decadently. ]
[ he stops for a second and just smiles. it isn't the first time he's felt warm just watching her, but it's better now that he gets why. ]
Hey. [ the house is empty. he made sure that illya and daisy would be out, because he didn't want to risk either of them (daisy especially) overhearing or walking in on them. he already feels dumb enough for completely missing... everything. he literally felt jyn's affection towards him and completely missed it! how sad his life is, that he couldn't even recognize something as warm as love. he might not deserve her love, but the chance is right in front of him, and he learned from her to never stop taking them. ]
Sit up, please. I figured something out.
[ lazy days are her favorite days. there's something so... indulgent, having free time to spend doing whatever she pleases, not having to wonder where she is going to rest or what she is going to eat or if her cellmate is going to murder her in her sleep. she's had it easy coming back, she didn't have a single fake memory to reconcile and clarke had mended her arm, any lingering discomfort jyn thinks is in her head.
ironically it's a similar pain to when she'd awoken from the dreams and felt the scratches from the rabid dogs despite the lack of physical wound.
the raspberries are sucked off her fingers with a pop! pop! pop! and she chews as she sits up. he's not asking much and she's curious by nature. he's got her attention. ]
If it's about that hideous bracelet that's gone missing, I didn't technically steal it.
[ she'd farmed that job out, but there have been Concerned Whispers in the apartment building about cat burglars (which is silly, no one has cats and cats don't have opposable thumbs) since one of their horrid neighbors has lost a bracelet. ]
ironically it's a similar pain to when she'd awoken from the dreams and felt the scratches from the rabid dogs despite the lack of physical wound.
the raspberries are sucked off her fingers with a pop! pop! pop! and she chews as she sits up. he's not asking much and she's curious by nature. he's got her attention. ]
If it's about that hideous bracelet that's gone missing, I didn't technically steal it.
[ she'd farmed that job out, but there have been Concerned Whispers in the apartment building about cat burglars (which is silly, no one has cats and cats don't have opposable thumbs) since one of their horrid neighbors has lost a bracelet. ]
Thank you.
For what you did in Zerzura.
[ that's it that's the text. this is awkward enough as-is. ]
For what you did in Zerzura.
[ that's it that's the text. this is awkward enough as-is. ]
[ after everything, illya's considering leaving new beijing and going back to new amsterdam. what reason is there to stay? he isn't going to take a favor and he doesn't know if his help would even be wanted.
he hasn't made any decisions but he thinks that going back to new amsterdam would at least give him time to look for a place to stay since he doubts anyone is going to want him in the apartment.
and that is fine. he tried to do something to keep daisy from potentially losing her life because the thought of that still nearly incapacitates him. before he decides though, he does have to do one thing and that's why he's here, knocking on this particular door.
he has no idea if he'll get cassian or jyn. he doesn't know if one is better than the other in this instance. ]
he hasn't made any decisions but he thinks that going back to new amsterdam would at least give him time to look for a place to stay since he doubts anyone is going to want him in the apartment.
and that is fine. he tried to do something to keep daisy from potentially losing her life because the thought of that still nearly incapacitates him. before he decides though, he does have to do one thing and that's why he's here, knocking on this particular door.
he has no idea if he'll get cassian or jyn. he doesn't know if one is better than the other in this instance. ]
Have you met my wife yet?
[ This is an attempt at damage control, which will probably backfire. ]
[ This is an attempt at damage control, which will probably backfire. ]
I'm going with you to New Oslo.
[ No "Hello Jyn, how are you?"
She could have just commented to Rey's network post like a normal person, but that would involve acknowledging Rey's existence. So. ]
[ No "Hello Jyn, how are you?"
She could have just commented to Rey's network post like a normal person, but that would involve acknowledging Rey's existence. So. ]
Do they have books where you're from?
Dear Miss Jyn
I am sorry I know you dont care for the Miss but it is habit to write it. I hope you have been well since we parted ways after the gallery viewing. Ive kept busy with work but in the evenings I find time to relax being that chores require a great deal less labor and time nowadays. I sketch not because I think anything will come of it but because I dont know what else to do. Little by little Im learning how to use this digitle tool that Mr Ren once showed me. Its very tricky but perhaps one day it will be as friendly to me as a pencil or brush.
Tell me any interesting news you have please. I look forward to hearing from you.
Sincerely
Amy C. March
I am sorry I know you dont care for the Miss but it is habit to write it. I hope you have been well since we parted ways after the gallery viewing. Ive kept busy with work but in the evenings I find time to relax being that chores require a great deal less labor and time nowadays. I sketch not because I think anything will come of it but because I dont know what else to do. Little by little Im learning how to use this digitle tool that Mr Ren once showed me. Its very tricky but perhaps one day it will be as friendly to me as a pencil or brush.
Tell me any interesting news you have please. I look forward to hearing from you.
Sincerely
Amy C. March
[ jyn would die for amy c. march, what a new and interesting development ]
It's fine, I don't actually mind. There is paint still if you want something more familiar. I don't have paper or canvas to use it on, but I have the paint.
What does the C stand for?
It's fine, I don't actually mind. There is paint still if you want something more familiar. I don't have paper or canvas to use it on, but I have the paint.
What does the C stand for?
[ no stranger to waking up thanks to dreams, cassian startles awake in the middle of the night after experiencing a very strange dream, not at all his usual nightmare flair. it was like being himself and not, it isn't a place he remembers witnessing in his own galaxy. ]
[ also like usual when he jerks awake, he can feel jyn's arms curling around him, trying to lull him back to peace, back to sleep, but her hands brush over his chest, and it reminds him of that moment, a device near his sternum - ]
[ he presses his hand to his chest, now glowing through his t-shirt thanks to her bare leg pressed into his, and he is officially Wide Awake. ]
It was not a nightmare. It was something... from here. From this world.
[ also like usual when he jerks awake, he can feel jyn's arms curling around him, trying to lull him back to peace, back to sleep, but her hands brush over his chest, and it reminds him of that moment, a device near his sternum - ]
[ he presses his hand to his chest, now glowing through his t-shirt thanks to her bare leg pressed into his, and he is officially Wide Awake. ]
It was not a nightmare. It was something... from here. From this world.
[ jyn hums a questioning noise, rubbing her eyes even as she reluctantly pushes herself to sit up. their room is dark, but the soft blue glow illuminates enough for her to see the crease between his eyebrows. she flicks on one of the sconces, bathing the room in a soft golden glow, and pushes her hair back from her face. ]
Okay. [ a yawn interrupts her, covering her mouth before she can continue. ] Tell me about it?
[ she'll take very sleepy notes. ]
Okay. [ a yawn interrupts her, covering her mouth before she can continue. ] Tell me about it?
[ she'll take very sleepy notes. ]
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