[ jyn doesn't know what this fluttery feeling is in her belly. (it's not desire, that is hot and spread through her like the warmth of sinking into a too hot tub, almost painful in its intensity.) no, this is softer and warmer somehow, like sunlight on her cheeks.
she had been at peace in death, satisfied with the hope that someone was listening, at home in cassian's arms. death wasn't as terrible a thing as she had imagined ever since she'd seen her mother murdered in front of her. it was her choice in the end, as it was lyra's, as it was saw's. a family tradition, as it were.
but something cassian had said months ago wriggles to the forefront of her half asleep brain and the thought of it has her curling tighter against him. there are things worse than death, she finally agrees: she could have lived without cassian. somewhere, somehow, at some point in time, the idea of that became unbearable.
she tells herself, more asleep than awake, to think about that later, to tell him that, but it slips away entirely as sleep pulls her under. ]
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she had been at peace in death, satisfied with the hope that someone was listening, at home in cassian's arms. death wasn't as terrible a thing as she had imagined ever since she'd seen her mother murdered in front of her. it was her choice in the end, as it was lyra's, as it was saw's. a family tradition, as it were.
but something cassian had said months ago wriggles to the forefront of her half asleep brain and the thought of it has her curling tighter against him. there are things worse than death, she finally agrees: she could have lived without cassian. somewhere, somehow, at some point in time, the idea of that became unbearable.
she tells herself, more asleep than awake, to think about that later, to tell him that, but it slips away entirely as sleep pulls her under. ]