[ very early in july, jyn rolls up to the gym and shoves herself through the door, hands tangled in her hair as she sweeps it into a low bun, messier than usual like she can't find it in her to give a fuck. being recently dead broke her give a fuck button about a lot of things.
like pda. that was weird. ]
Hey Nyx! Are you going to tell me about your magic now? [ ah, jyn erso. as subtle as a shovel to the stomach. rip melshi. ]
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like pda. that was weird. ]
Hey Nyx! Are you going to tell me about your magic now? [ ah, jyn erso. as subtle as a shovel to the stomach. rip melshi. ]