[ jyn struggles with worry. bad shit is going to happen, her life is a parade of it, and worrying about it doesn't feel productive or useful so she refuses to let herself fall into that. her ability to avoid her own emotions is frankly magnificent if you ignore the fact that she definitely needs therapy.
but cassian worries and she doesn't want to deny him that emotion even if she doesn't like it. maybe the lesson she could take from this is to be less worrisome, but she will not.
her nose bumps his affectionately. ]
I'm not going to like it all the time, but you are always allowed.
[ it helps, knowing cassian would never stop her from fighting or doing what she thinks is necessary -- to a point, he proved in new beijing that he can also direct her necessary action down the least reckless path -- but she is self-aware enough to know she will be shit at communicating effectively.
[ a smile flickers on his face when she bumps his nose. somehow the tiniest pieces of affection always seem to hit him the hardest. he feels so much with jyn. it's like being a human, however messy and traumatized and terrified of it they are. ]
You do not have to like it. There are a lot of things I feel that I do not like. I don't even know what half of them are sometimes, but they are mine. [ that feels important. they existed, in their old universe, in this one. hers too. ]
[ the war wrecked him, but it's over and it mattered, and now he is here, with arms full of jyn and love lodged in his chest. maybe it's not their galaxy, but it's still home beside her, and it's still a future that always seemed out of his grasp. they can take the learning curve as a team, like most else. ]
It's our second chance. Let's take it and learn together. Mistakes and feelings and all that is between.
[ neither of them realized they were in love for months, this isn't a revelation. they have the emotional range of turnips -- unless it comes to hating themselves, in which case they have both found many varied ways to channel that particular feeling.
but she softens, knowing she can't say no to cassian. not when it comes to something like this. ]
Even if I make a lot of mistakes?
[ despite the way her nose scrunches up, she isn't seeking an out. however horrifying the prospect, jyn is looking for a reassurance that no matter how much she struggles with the appropriate response to an emotion, cassian will still be there by her side. ]
[ her worry, like most things they share between them, mirrors his. there's a lot about this that's scary, and cassian doesn't know any better what he's doing. he can shoot a man with his eyes closed, but romancing jyn is another field. ]
You do not have the monopoly on mistakes.
[ he knows they're both going to make them, but maybe acknowledging that in advance will... help. he brushes his lips against hers. he can give her reassurances, and take them for himself too. ]
I love you, Jyn. That is always going to be true, regardless of our missteps.
[ jyn feels like she makes enough mistakes to have at least enough of a stake in mistake making to control the market. she does not make the mistake of arguing her monopoly though so clearly she is actually listening. ]
I love you, too.
[ she knows he likes to hear it, more than she does. she can exist with just the feeling but she knows cassian likes the verbal reassurance, likes the communication. and considering this whole fight started with her lack of communication...
[ arguing about making mistakes feels like it would be right up their alley. ]
[ warmth flutters in when she says she loves him, because he never gets tired of hearing it. no matter how much he knows it to be true, he likes the sound of it out loud, he likes the reminder. it always seems to surprise him to be loved. ]
[ his hold on her tightens, briefly, and he kisses her temple, barely resisting the urge to say thank you. thank you for loving him. ]
[ cassian was always the one with the hope, steadfast, enduring, persistent hope that lit up the people around him. rebellions weren't built on hope, not really. rebellions were built on people like cassian who clung to hope with everything they had, people who made hope into reality.
of course he has hope in the two of them. ]
In fifty years I'll admit you were right.
[ but not now. not when they've got fifty years ahead of them. ]
[ he's about to argue, but then it clicks that she's said in fifty years. another little bit of confirmation that she does want to stay with him, grow old with him, that he is already right because she's agreeing to make their future anyway. he had hope for the rebellion; he can have hope for jyn too. ]
[ he smiles at her, leaning in to kiss her yet again. ] I am taking that as a win, you realize. I can wait the fifty years to hear you say it.
Doesn't count unless I say it, [ jyn argues, because she can't not argue. it's built into her personality and this kind of petty bickering is enjoyable, especially when it is peppered with kisses.
or more.
she pushes him back on the bed, leaning down to follow him. that heavy emotional hangover of having feelings is pressing down on her, but she knows the best way to chase it away is replacing it with something happy. kissing her boyfriend makes her very happy. ]
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[ jyn struggles with worry. bad shit is going to happen, her life is a parade of it, and worrying about it doesn't feel productive or useful so she refuses to let herself fall into that. her ability to avoid her own emotions is frankly magnificent if you ignore the fact that she definitely needs therapy.
but cassian worries and she doesn't want to deny him that emotion even if she doesn't like it. maybe the lesson she could take from this is to be less worrisome, but she will not.
her nose bumps his affectionately. ]
I'm not going to like it all the time, but you are always allowed.
[ it helps, knowing cassian would never stop her from fighting or doing what she thinks is necessary -- to a point, he proved in new beijing that he can also direct her necessary action down the least reckless path -- but she is self-aware enough to know she will be shit at communicating effectively.
she is very behind on that learning curve. ]
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[ a smile flickers on his face when she bumps his nose. somehow the tiniest pieces of affection always seem to hit him the hardest. he feels so much with jyn. it's like being a human, however messy and traumatized and terrified of it they are. ]
You do not have to like it. There are a lot of things I feel that I do not like. I don't even know what half of them are sometimes, but they are mine. [ that feels important. they existed, in their old universe, in this one. hers too. ]
[ the war wrecked him, but it's over and it mattered, and now he is here, with arms full of jyn and love lodged in his chest. maybe it's not their galaxy, but it's still home beside her, and it's still a future that always seemed out of his grasp. they can take the learning curve as a team, like most else. ]
It's our second chance. Let's take it and learn together. Mistakes and feelings and all that is between.
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but she softens, knowing she can't say no to cassian. not when it comes to something like this. ]
Even if I make a lot of mistakes?
[ despite the way her nose scrunches up, she isn't seeking an out. however horrifying the prospect, jyn is looking for a reassurance that no matter how much she struggles with the appropriate response to an emotion, cassian will still be there by her side. ]
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You do not have the monopoly on mistakes.
[ he knows they're both going to make them, but maybe acknowledging that in advance will... help. he brushes his lips against hers. he can give her reassurances, and take them for himself too. ]
I love you, Jyn. That is always going to be true, regardless of our missteps.
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I love you, too.
[ she knows he likes to hear it, more than she does. she can exist with just the feeling but she knows cassian likes the verbal reassurance, likes the communication. and considering this whole fight started with her lack of communication...
she owes him ]
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[ warmth flutters in when she says she loves him, because he never gets tired of hearing it. no matter how much he knows it to be true, he likes the sound of it out loud, he likes the reminder. it always seems to surprise him to be loved. ]
[ his hold on her tightens, briefly, and he kisses her temple, barely resisting the urge to say thank you. thank you for loving him. ]
I think we can do it. Make our own future.
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of course he has hope in the two of them. ]
In fifty years I'll admit you were right.
[ but not now. not when they've got fifty years ahead of them. ]
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[ he smiles at her, leaning in to kiss her yet again. ] I am taking that as a win, you realize. I can wait the fifty years to hear you say it.
[ she'll be there, that's what counts. ]
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or more.
she pushes him back on the bed, leaning down to follow him. that heavy emotional hangover of having feelings is pressing down on her, but she knows the best way to chase it away is replacing it with something happy. kissing her boyfriend makes her very happy. ]