[ it's the sigh that does it, jyn twists entirely around in his arms, solemn mouth pinched. she takes after her somber father too much and words often get caught in her throat — galen had lyra to coax his thoughts free, a tether to pull him back to the present when his mind had wandered too far. when jyn's mother died her father had retreated into his work, quiet and out of reach. is it any wonder his daughter grew up to be as aloof?
her lips part as if she is going to say something but instead she leans forward, kisses him as she tries to force herself to be present instead of lost amongst rabbit holes of impossibilities. ]
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her lips part as if she is going to say something but instead she leans forward, kisses him as she tries to force herself to be present instead of lost amongst rabbit holes of impossibilities. ]