I am sure even you have limits. [he rolls his eyes. FONDLY.]
[but she still agreed, and he can't deny the little thrill of anticipation that rushes through him. when she leans in, he just tugs her the rest of the way till her hips are flush against him.]
It's sure, as in I am sure, what is more confident than that?
[ like honestly. "are you sure?" is a question to make sure someone is absolutely positive, how can that be construed as anything but confidence! ]
You might want to get my trousers off before we get to the wall, so we don't run into that obstacle. [ maybe if she just barrels forward he will accept sure for what it is: surety. ]
[he doesn't know why!! but she is still not complaining so yolo. she's very sure. he even just used the word sure in his thought process.]
[instead of arguing anymore he just slips his hands under the top of her leggings and pushes them down over the curve of her ass. he does his best not to push her too far away from him in the process, leaving only just enough room to shove them down to her knees. there! how's that for an answer!]
[ once he has her leggings down, jyn steps them the rest of the way down in an easy dance of femininity. you can't just step out of leggings, you have to tap dance out of them. it is a distracted dance, more focused on the trail of cassian's fingers back up her thighs than what she is doing. he does this on purpose. ]
How does it sounding casual make it less of a positive affirmative?
[ gonna argue this in the middle of making out -- punctuating her statement with the way she presses up on her tiptoes again to kiss him -- because bickering can 100% be foreplay. see the great herb/herb debate of 2018. ]
[ah yes the leggings dance. he's very familiar with it by now, it's hilarious. he also always 100% drags his fingers up her legs slowly on purpose, because it always gets some kind of reaction, however subtle.]
I just said I do not know. I don't know how these things are supposed to be answered.
[except with a kiss, he can always answer her with a kiss. he ducks his head down to meet her with eagerness, and the height difference already has him thinking about being level with her, once he gets her up on that wall. pulling her flush against him again with a tight grip on her waist, he starts to walk them across the room, doing his best to multitask and not pause any of the kissing. that would be terrible.]
[ he is so good at multitasking. jyn had griped about his competency at everything but it really is his best feature. most irritating, sure, but god damn is it hot. ]
Well, sure. That's my answer so that is how it's meant to be answered.
[ lips already pulled from his because she will not shut up, jyn presses them to his throat, kissing a trail to his collarbone and drifting further down his chest -- because that is perfectly easy for her to reach and she loves the rumble of his heart under her lips. her fingers fall to his pants, slipping between them to work on the clasps. ]
[he's the best at multitasking. it's a learned skill he has honed and practiced and honestly it has helped keep him alive, but it's very useful now when he wants to make out with his girlfriend.]
Okay then. Sure.
[just testing it out too.]
[he does not help her with his pants, as much as he wants to. sometimes he just wants her to do it for him! they're very similar that way. besides, it's a little thing he's working on too, just letting her... do things for him. he can't really kiss her from this angle, so he keeps walking them instead, stopping only when her back bumps into the wall.]
I was preoccupied, [ jyn protests, pressing up to kiss his chin before she pushes him back a bit so she can sink down onto her knees in a single, surprisingly graceful, movement. ]
Don't worry, [ comes her quiet, teasing reassurance as her fingers curl around the top of his pants to drag them down and pull them off, pressing kisses to the newly exposed skin as she frees it.. ] I promise you can fuck me against the wall before I eat dessert.
Jyn. [it is basically a whine, the closest he's ever gotten to actually whining with her. what the hell that was smooth as fuck. part of him is so tempted to just give in and let her do it now, but he had a plan and if he backs out, he worries he'll lose his nerve. he asked for a thing! she agreed! he doesn't want to start overthinking it just because she tried to distract him, and successfully convinced him to let her go down on him in barely two seconds.]
[he tucks his hand under her chin and tilts her head up.] You need to come back up here for me to do that. I want you up here first. Please.
[ it is an assurance, for sure, but she remains slow and methodical as she slowly frees one leg from his pants and then the other, kissing down his thighs, disheveled hair brushing against his legs as she ducks her head, a kiss pressed to the side of his knee.
this is what he does to her; gentle and feather light and infuriatingly slow until she wants to crumble before they've even started. her name on his lips was like a power trip and it's not that she wants him to beg but... she wants him to want her, so badly. ]
I'll be there in a moment.
[ she takes her time straightening back up, tugging her own underwear down and off as she kisses back up all of cassian's bare skin. she kisses up his hip, across his belly, over his chest, until she's standing up again in front of him, pushing up on her tiptoes once more to kiss him on the mouth finally. ]
[it's a good reassurance. it lets him settle in place, placates him while she lingers and continues to drive him absolutely crazy. it's fair, he supposes, since he does it to her all the time, but he thinks if she tried this even a month or two ago, he wouldn't have been able to stand there and let it happen. it's easier to just accept it now.]
[her mouth is warm and he shudders under it. her mission is a success, he definitely wants her, badly. his hand brushes through her hair, but instead of grabbing it, he leans it against the wall for balance.]
[when she finally gets to her feet, she pops up between his arms and he eagerly kisses her back the moment she leans up. as soon as she says she can have him, he crowds up into her space, hips pressing her into the wall which is admittedly counterproductive to getting her up on the wall, but he wants to be close to her right now first. he wants to kiss her, biting at her lip and licking into her mouth. she has riled him up, but all of it makes it pretty clear how much he does want her.]
[ jyn is happy to make out with him against the wall, naked, definitely. there are so many walls in this house they can make out on. brand new walls and counters and same old couches, but new bed in the guest room! all sorts of make outs to be had in their new house.
she is very into making out but she'd riled herself up riling him up. her hips press hard into his, a little noise of impatience mingling with a breathless little sigh. ]
Cassian.
[ oh for force's sake, she wanted him to beg but now here she is, the one on the edge of begging. ]
[this always seems to happen no matter the intention: they just get distracted by the press of each other and kiss senselessly. not that he minds, but he supposes she has a point with her whining. they did have a plan! it's not his fault she's so distracting when they're in this close.]
[he doesn't make her say please though, his hands sliding down her skin to grip her thighs, fingers digging in to make sure his hold is solid. after another few seconds of almost desperate kissing, he lifts her up, her back sliding along the wall. he manages to balance her there, sandwiched between him and the wall with her legs winding around him.]
[he pauses, looking at her from this angle, smiling widely and lasciviously and super incredibly into it already, and all he's doing is holding her pressed against the wall. he ducks in to steal another kiss, lingering against her mouth.]
she doesn't have to crane her neck to reach him, her arms can wind loosely around his shoulders without having to pull herself up to reach him, everything is easier from here. is this what tall people feel like all the time? fuck them.
she puffs out a little breath, making a faint noise when he presses her harder against the wall. ]
[truly, it is one of the best angles. she's right there, they're not on top of each other, they're just evenly pressed in, and she's right. it was a great idea.]
[his mouth curls into a smile against hers while he kisses her, pleased she likes it just as much as he does.] Good thing we have more walls. We will have to test them all out, just in case.
[he shifts his grip on her legs, because he want to keep kissing her but he also really wants to fuck her, so he maneuvers them around to get into the right place and then -]
[then there's a pinch in his lower back, from the way his arms bend, from the weight on his hips, from whatever effort he's exerting. it's two seconds of warning before it shoots up his spine and his back is on fire. he can't hold her up anymore, and they tumble over in a pile of naked limbs. he lands on his ass, tilting sideways immediately with jyn on top of him, grimacing the whole way down and eyes squeezed shut even after the fall comes to a standstill.]
[ there's a little yelp of surprise as they go down, jyn unable to stop all her weight from crashing down on cassian with a thud of bodies hitting the floor. downside of being against the wall is that she had further to fall than usual, but it wasn't so bad, he knees are going to sting.
she pushes herself off him with a soft laugh before she glances at his face and the laugh abruptly dies, cut off entirely as she takes in his closed eyes and his body splayed across the floor.
again. ]
Cassian... [ shoving everything down deep in some impenetrable cavern, jyn crawls up next to him, slipping her hand under the back of his head to cradle it (and check for blood) as her other presses gingerly to his chest, feeling his rabbit fast heartbeat under her fingertips. ] What's wrong?
[cassian wishes he could have held her on the way down and softened the blow, especially when her entire weight lands on him too. it's not as fun to be between a person and a flat surface this time around.]
[he doesn't want to open his eyes, not even just because he's in pain, but because he feels so weak right now. not that jyn would care, not that she thinks anything less or would take advantage of it. it's not the worst his back has felt, but it's a little more than the usual soreness that comes from too much exertion. he just... dropped her. he dropped both of them because his strength disappeared unexpectedly.]
[her touch is so gentle, and he moves one hand up to curl on top of the one on his chest.]
I guess I cannot hold you like I wanted to. [there's an apology in it and he sounds almost self-deprecating.] My back flared up.
it made no logical sense for him to be dead, of course, but panic didn't conform to the rules of logic and for a moment she felt like she was in the data vault again, watching his body, still and broken, at the bottom of the tower. he hadn't moved then and jyn honestly doesn't know how she went on to the top of the tower. now he moves and jyn exhales a shaky, relieved breath, curling over to press her forehead next to their clasped hands. ]
Do you need anything? [ if he thinks she is ignoring his unspoken apology it is because she is. she doesn't care that they fell, she cares that he could be hurt again, that is far more important to her. ]
[she's always a comfort to have in close, and he tries to focus on the soft sounds of jyn breathing rather than the ache making its way up and down his spine. it's duller now compared to the flare up, at least that much is familiar.]
I will... need help sitting up. In a moment. [he doesn't want to move yet, not until the pain settles, not until he can stop feeling weirdly ashamed and just open his goddamn eyes.]
Are you okay? [because she took a fall too and it's much easier to take a moment to ask after her than acknowledge the fact that this is kind of a new low in the history of his back injury, other than the initial fall itself.]
and it's not a lie! physically she is fine, her knees are going to be sore tomorrow but that isn't being hurt. he'd taken the brunt of her fall anyway and she feels stupidly guilty that her existence was enough to further his pain. how dare she take up space and matter in the universe and have weight.
emotionally it's a year ago again and that fear is so present and real still and she doesn't have an impossible climb to focus on anymore, she doesn't have a galaxy to save and a mission to finish. nothing to push aside that fear. ]
[it's the noncommittal noise that finally has him opening his eyes. not that he thinks she's physically hurt, but he can only imagine what her brain is helpfully supplying her with.]
Stop. Stop feeling guilty. [he wriggles his hand around until he can wind their fingers together, squeezing.]
[his grip is tight, both for his comfort and hers as the pain in his back ebbs and flows, like it's trying to figure out what to do. the worst is over, he just needs a bit more before he trusts himself to move.]
I overestimated how much I could hold. It's going to pass soon.
I don't feel guilty, [ she protests, even though that is exactly how she was feeling. but it was tempered, by the fear that made her feel like she could throw up, vertigo that brought her right back to the vault. her own shoulder twinges as if in sympathetic pain, as if reminding her of how bad it had been.
as if she could forget.
she clutches his hand, taking another shakey breath. ]
[he wants to gather her up in his arms but he can't, and that quickly becomes one of the more frustrating parts about this. it's fine when his limitations are on himself, but the more they seem to effect other people too, the more he hates it.]
[i've seen you fall before.]
[he squeezes her hand and tries not to think about the fall that caused all this in the first place. the blaster shot to his side, the air whipping by him, the crush of the metal beam, the collapse on the ground. he knows jyn sees it sometimes, just like they both know bits and pieces of all of each other's nightmares.]
This is our house. This is not a data vault. [he might be reminding himself too.]
I am going to get up in a moment. I pushed myself into something too strenuous.
[ he'd died. she'd fought her way up that tower, dragged herself up the catwalk, stood in front of the man in white, all thinking cassian had died. there are few things burned indelibly into her memory and cassian crumpled on the bottom of the vault is one of them.
it's too much all at once and she wrenches her hand free, rocking back on her heels and straightening up.
it's cowardly, he can't follow or even stop her, but she's never claimed to be brave. ] I'll go make the bed.
[ she skitters off to do just that, making sure the path to their bedroom is clear, scooping up her underwear and tank top and dragging them on as she tries to outrun her own trauma. even the busy work of pushing back cassian's side of the blankets and clearing the path to the bed does little to put her mind at ease, seeing his broken body out of the corner of her eye, hearing the crunch of body against metal when even a second of silence reaches her ears.
it's too much.
it's too much and the next thing she knows, she is throwing up in the waste basket. whatever was left of the mood is now officially dead.]
[she leaves. she yanks her hand away and runs away and he's just stuck there on the floor. he's laying naked and he feels so weak, so vulnerable, and he hates that it's the only thing he can think about now that she fled.]
[rather than being swallowed up by any sort of sadness, cassian feels a rush of frustration crawl over him. anger pricks him and he clenches his teeth and then before he can think about it, he slams his fist into the floor beside him and is momentarily grateful for the pain that spikes up from his fingers instead of the dull agony in his spine.]
[it's pure spite and anger that has him shifting after another minute, because he's tired of seething on the ground. he scowls and bites back a groan while he tries to roll over, putting as much weight as he can on his arms because at least those aren't broken. it's much sooner than he probably should have moved, evident by the way his spine rejects it but he refuses to stop. he just... wants to at least put his underwear back on. he is not going to cry, he refuses that too.]
[he manages to grab his boxers, but when he tries to put them on, it doesn't work. he can't bend enough to get them over his feet. jyn tries to outrun the fall, but cassian can't; it just encloses around him and in his spine and bodily limitations, and he lets his ire out without a cage because it's the only thing left for him to do right now. she told him he doesn't have to hide how he feels, so he won't.]
[cassian gets himself upright against the wall, but his head drops back and he squeezes his eyes shut because he definitely moved too quick and too soon. his chest is tight and he might be crying from pain, but he ignores it and tries again to lean over to pull his boxers on again.]
[he still can't. he bursts out a frustrated sound and hurls them across the room.]
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[but she still agreed, and he can't deny the little thrill of anticipation that rushes through him. when she leans in, he just tugs her the rest of the way till her hips are flush against him.]
'Sure.' That does not sound very confident.
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It's sure, as in I am sure, what is more confident than that?
[ like honestly. "are you sure?" is a question to make sure someone is absolutely positive, how can that be construed as anything but confidence! ]
You might want to get my trousers off before we get to the wall, so we don't run into that obstacle. [ maybe if she just barrels forward he will accept sure for what it is: surety. ]
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[he doesn't know why!! but she is still not complaining so yolo. she's very sure. he even just used the word sure in his thought process.]
[instead of arguing anymore he just slips his hands under the top of her leggings and pushes them down over the curve of her ass. he does his best not to push her too far away from him in the process, leaving only just enough room to shove them down to her knees. there! how's that for an answer!]
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How does it sounding casual make it less of a positive affirmative?
[ gonna argue this in the middle of making out -- punctuating her statement with the way she presses up on her tiptoes again to kiss him -- because bickering can 100% be foreplay. see the great herb/herb debate of 2018. ]
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I just said I do not know. I don't know how these things are supposed to be answered.
[except with a kiss, he can always answer her with a kiss. he ducks his head down to meet her with eagerness, and the height difference already has him thinking about being level with her, once he gets her up on that wall. pulling her flush against him again with a tight grip on her waist, he starts to walk them across the room, doing his best to multitask and not pause any of the kissing. that would be terrible.]
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Well, sure. That's my answer so that is how it's meant to be answered.
[ lips already pulled from his because she will not shut up, jyn presses them to his throat, kissing a trail to his collarbone and drifting further down his chest -- because that is perfectly easy for her to reach and she loves the rumble of his heart under her lips. her fingers fall to his pants, slipping between them to work on the clasps. ]
You're next.
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Okay then. Sure.
[just testing it out too.]
[he does not help her with his pants, as much as he wants to. sometimes he just wants her to do it for him! they're very similar that way. besides, it's a little thing he's working on too, just letting her... do things for him. he can't really kiss her from this angle, so he keeps walking them instead, stopping only when her back bumps into the wall.]
I am surprised it took you this long.
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Don't worry, [ comes her quiet, teasing reassurance as her fingers curl around the top of his pants to drag them down and pull them off, pressing kisses to the newly exposed skin as she frees it.. ] I promise you can fuck me against the wall before I eat dessert.
[ OHHHH SMOOTH AS FUCK. ]
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[he tucks his hand under her chin and tilts her head up.] You need to come back up here for me to do that. I want you up here first. Please.
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[ it is an assurance, for sure, but she remains slow and methodical as she slowly frees one leg from his pants and then the other, kissing down his thighs, disheveled hair brushing against his legs as she ducks her head, a kiss pressed to the side of his knee.
this is what he does to her; gentle and feather light and infuriatingly slow until she wants to crumble before they've even started. her name on his lips was like a power trip and it's not that she wants him to beg but... she wants him to want her, so badly. ]
I'll be there in a moment.
[ she takes her time straightening back up, tugging her own underwear down and off as she kisses back up all of cassian's bare skin. she kisses up his hip, across his belly, over his chest, until she's standing up again in front of him, pushing up on her tiptoes once more to kiss him on the mouth finally. ]
You can have me now.
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[her mouth is warm and he shudders under it. her mission is a success, he definitely wants her, badly. his hand brushes through her hair, but instead of grabbing it, he leans it against the wall for balance.]
[when she finally gets to her feet, she pops up between his arms and he eagerly kisses her back the moment she leans up. as soon as she says she can have him, he crowds up into her space, hips pressing her into the wall which is admittedly counterproductive to getting her up on the wall, but he wants to be close to her right now first. he wants to kiss her, biting at her lip and licking into her mouth. she has riled him up, but all of it makes it pretty clear how much he does want her.]
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she is very into making out but she'd riled herself up riling him up. her hips press hard into his, a little noise of impatience mingling with a breathless little sigh. ]
Cassian.
[ oh for force's sake, she wanted him to beg but now here she is, the one on the edge of begging. ]
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[he doesn't make her say please though, his hands sliding down her skin to grip her thighs, fingers digging in to make sure his hold is solid. after another few seconds of almost desperate kissing, he lifts her up, her back sliding along the wall. he manages to balance her there, sandwiched between him and the wall with her legs winding around him.]
[he pauses, looking at her from this angle, smiling widely and lasciviously and super incredibly into it already, and all he's doing is holding her pressed against the wall. he ducks in to steal another kiss, lingering against her mouth.]
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the best angle to kiss him.
she doesn't have to crane her neck to reach him, her arms can wind loosely around his shoulders without having to pull herself up to reach him, everything is easier from here. is this what tall people feel like all the time? fuck them.
she puffs out a little breath, making a faint noise when he presses her harder against the wall. ]
Good idea. This was a great idea.
[ in case he was wondering. ]
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[his mouth curls into a smile against hers while he kisses her, pleased she likes it just as much as he does.] Good thing we have more walls. We will have to test them all out, just in case.
[he shifts his grip on her legs, because he want to keep kissing her but he also really wants to fuck her, so he maneuvers them around to get into the right place and then -]
[then there's a pinch in his lower back, from the way his arms bend, from the weight on his hips, from whatever effort he's exerting. it's two seconds of warning before it shoots up his spine and his back is on fire. he can't hold her up anymore, and they tumble over in a pile of naked limbs. he lands on his ass, tilting sideways immediately with jyn on top of him, grimacing the whole way down and eyes squeezed shut even after the fall comes to a standstill.]
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she pushes herself off him with a soft laugh before she glances at his face and the laugh abruptly dies, cut off entirely as she takes in his closed eyes and his body splayed across the floor.
again. ]
Cassian... [ shoving everything down deep in some impenetrable cavern, jyn crawls up next to him, slipping her hand under the back of his head to cradle it (and check for blood) as her other presses gingerly to his chest, feeling his rabbit fast heartbeat under her fingertips. ] What's wrong?
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[he doesn't want to open his eyes, not even just because he's in pain, but because he feels so weak right now. not that jyn would care, not that she thinks anything less or would take advantage of it. it's not the worst his back has felt, but it's a little more than the usual soreness that comes from too much exertion. he just... dropped her. he dropped both of them because his strength disappeared unexpectedly.]
[her touch is so gentle, and he moves one hand up to curl on top of the one on his chest.]
I guess I cannot hold you like I wanted to. [there's an apology in it and he sounds almost self-deprecating.] My back flared up.
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it made no logical sense for him to be dead, of course, but panic didn't conform to the rules of logic and for a moment she felt like she was in the data vault again, watching his body, still and broken, at the bottom of the tower. he hadn't moved then and jyn honestly doesn't know how she went on to the top of the tower. now he moves and jyn exhales a shaky, relieved breath, curling over to press her forehead next to their clasped hands. ]
Do you need anything? [ if he thinks she is ignoring his unspoken apology it is because she is. she doesn't care that they fell, she cares that he could be hurt again, that is far more important to her. ]
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I will... need help sitting up. In a moment. [he doesn't want to move yet, not until the pain settles, not until he can stop feeling weirdly ashamed and just open his goddamn eyes.]
Are you okay? [because she took a fall too and it's much easier to take a moment to ask after her than acknowledge the fact that this is kind of a new low in the history of his back injury, other than the initial fall itself.]
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[ it's not lying if it's just a noise.
and it's not a lie! physically she is fine, her knees are going to be sore tomorrow but that isn't being hurt. he'd taken the brunt of her fall anyway and she feels stupidly guilty that her existence was enough to further his pain. how dare she take up space and matter in the universe and have weight.
emotionally it's a year ago again and that fear is so present and real still and she doesn't have an impossible climb to focus on anymore, she doesn't have a galaxy to save and a mission to finish. nothing to push aside that fear. ]
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Stop. Stop feeling guilty. [he wriggles his hand around until he can wind their fingers together, squeezing.]
[his grip is tight, both for his comfort and hers as the pain in his back ebbs and flows, like it's trying to figure out what to do. the worst is over, he just needs a bit more before he trusts himself to move.]
I overestimated how much I could hold. It's going to pass soon.
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as if she could forget.
she clutches his hand, taking another shakey breath. ]
I've seen you fall before.
[ one day he might not get up again. ]
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[i've seen you fall before.]
[he squeezes her hand and tries not to think about the fall that caused all this in the first place. the blaster shot to his side, the air whipping by him, the crush of the metal beam, the collapse on the ground. he knows jyn sees it sometimes, just like they both know bits and pieces of all of each other's nightmares.]
This is our house. This is not a data vault. [he might be reminding himself too.]
I am going to get up in a moment. I pushed myself into something too strenuous.
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it's too much all at once and she wrenches her hand free, rocking back on her heels and straightening up.
it's cowardly, he can't follow or even stop her, but she's never claimed to be brave. ] I'll go make the bed.
[ she skitters off to do just that, making sure the path to their bedroom is clear, scooping up her underwear and tank top and dragging them on as she tries to outrun her own trauma. even the busy work of pushing back cassian's side of the blankets and clearing the path to the bed does little to put her mind at ease, seeing his broken body out of the corner of her eye, hearing the crunch of body against metal when even a second of silence reaches her ears.
it's too much.
it's too much and the next thing she knows, she is throwing up in the waste basket. whatever was left of the mood is now officially dead.]
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[rather than being swallowed up by any sort of sadness, cassian feels a rush of frustration crawl over him. anger pricks him and he clenches his teeth and then before he can think about it, he slams his fist into the floor beside him and is momentarily grateful for the pain that spikes up from his fingers instead of the dull agony in his spine.]
[it's pure spite and anger that has him shifting after another minute, because he's tired of seething on the ground. he scowls and bites back a groan while he tries to roll over, putting as much weight as he can on his arms because at least those aren't broken. it's much sooner than he probably should have moved, evident by the way his spine rejects it but he refuses to stop. he just... wants to at least put his underwear back on. he is not going to cry, he refuses that too.]
[he manages to grab his boxers, but when he tries to put them on, it doesn't work. he can't bend enough to get them over his feet. jyn tries to outrun the fall, but cassian can't; it just encloses around him and in his spine and bodily limitations, and he lets his ire out without a cage because it's the only thing left for him to do right now. she told him he doesn't have to hide how he feels, so he won't.]
[cassian gets himself upright against the wall, but his head drops back and he squeezes his eyes shut because he definitely moved too quick and too soon. his chest is tight and he might be crying from pain, but he ignores it and tries again to lean over to pull his boxers on again.]
[he still can't. he bursts out a frustrated sound and hurls them across the room.]
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