open ✧ a head full of stars, just not in constellation yet

[realists]

Who: Jyn & y'all
Where: Home & Around (Go Ask Alice, work, running)
When: June 28-July 3
What: Surprise Jyn's not dead anymore
Warnings: Mentions of past character death in passing

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✧ ʜᴏᴍᴇ & ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴡɴ

Jyn doesn't venture very far that first day -- between Cassian's house and her own is about the size of it -- but once she is home she settles on the front porch with a cup of tea (hot, she doesn't believe in iced tea) and just looks at the town from her porch.

The days following finds her more adventurous, returning to her normal business. She goes back to work with Peter's exterminator business, cleaning up what remains of the carcasses of rodents around town. It's disgusting. She drops in Go Ask Alice for her lemon cookies that she suggests they just rename "Jyn's Lemon Cookies", settling at a table by the window to carefully construct elaborate and downright absurd mathematical puzzles for Mary. Not a single one of them is age appropriate for a seven year old but it doesn't seem to stop Jyn from designing them with what she learned from her father. She starts her daily runs again -- morning and night -- though now she actually does steer clear of the woods, observing the mess of the town as she passes, sneakers pounding against the pavement steadily.

It's business as usual.

Comments

[realists]

Um, she wants to keep kissing him, actually, sighing against his mouth. Her eyes stay closed a handful of moments after he draws back and she doesn't try to hide the stupid look on her face.

She should probably offer something to do.

"You need a hair cut." That's what they can do. He hasn't dealt with his hair since he'd arrived and combined with the overgrowth of his grief beard, he's starting to resemble a hobo. It's still very attractive, but also he needs a hair cut. "They use scissors here too, right?"

[ouzel]

He's rather fond of that 'stupid look', okay? No one has ever looked that way because of him, and he dives back in for another kiss because he can't help it.

"I do need a hair cut," he answers when he pulls away again, because he can't lie about that. It's a hot mess and he knows it. "I also need to shave. I don't think they have laser knives or anything like that." Not that he wouldn't trust her with them if they did, but. "So scissors it is."

[realists]

Look at the two of them, making out like teenagers on the street. There's probably an ordinance about that.

Jyn very faintly remembers her mother cutting her father's hair in the grass outside their house on Lah'mu, before Galen has decided to grow it out. Lyra had cut Jyn's hair also, and she was no doubt far more difficult to keep still, but Jyn doesn't remember any of those moments. She's sure the can manage trimming Cassian's hair. She won't mention that she used to cut her hair with Saw's knife like a fucking barbarian.

"I can do it." She stretches up and kisses his chin, nose crinkling up as that hobo grief beard tickles her nose. "If you'd like."

[ouzel]

There probably was, but #fuckthepolice.

Also he wouldn't be at all surprised if she used knives to cut her own hair. It seems like a very Jyn thing to do. As it is, Cassian's mouth does a small, twitchy thing, because his face is unused to smiling for real and the muscles feel funny and it's like every physical sensation he normally has around Jyn is amped up, coating his exhaustion like a chocolate shell.

Or something.

"I'd like that." He nods. He kisses her again. "We need to get going or I'll stand here all day."

[realists]

Contrary to Jyn's aversion to PDA, she doesn't think she'd mind if they spent the rest of the day here. She hums an agreement against his mouth anyway. Yes, they should get going. They should not loiter kissing even if the idea of moving is too much.

"Yeah." With a gentle shove, she nudges him back enough to slip out and take his hand again. "It's strange, but I'm still tired." She's been out for a week, she has no reason to be tired, except maybe the stress of her entire life catching up to her.

"Home? You can update me now."

[ouzel]

"Alright." Home it is, then, which gives him a good segue into bringing her up to speed. He makes sure not to walk too fast, letting her set the pace, but their connected hands do swing a bit of an arch between them.

"Personal: I moved Poe in with me. He lives in the extra room now." He'd been more or less unofficially there, but now it was settled. "Caroline got hit with one of the bullets for the...strangely evolved humans and is in a coma."

[realists]

Both of her favorite men in town in one house, that's good. Caroline's in a coma, that's bad. Her mouth turns down into a frown, forehead wrinkling in concern.

"Poe must be a wreck." Cassian himself looks like he hasn't sleep in days and she knows that he keeps so much inside just like she does, but Poe is the opposite of them: buoyant and effusive and irritatingly share-y. Not to mention how conflicted his feelings for Caroline already are.

Aside from that though, "How is she still alive? Those bullets were taking them down when it wasn't even a kill shot."