๐๐ช๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ . (blasterpistol) wrote in riftlogs, @ 2019-01-02 18:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! incomplete, star wars: cassian andor, star wars: jyn erso |
WHO: Jyn Erso & Cassian Andor
WHAT: Late night talks
WHEN: January 2nd, Early Morning
WARNINGS: Talk of Violence, Trauma
RATING | STATUS: Low | Complete
The night was cold, Jyn had noticed the steady decline in temperature and she was glad for the repairs Cassian and K2 had done. Despite that though her room seemed to refuse to warm up. It wasn't until she'd gotten out of bed and fetched another blanket that she seemed to keep the chill at bay. Sleep came fitfully though, she struggled to fall into it and when she did it was filled with the blood and chaos of Jedha, then Scarif and finally the lonely planet she'd been raised on. The death of her mother jolted her awake. Outside the sky was still dark and Jyn's room was warmer than when she'd finally fallen asleep, her hair stuck to her forehead and she felt ill. It took her a couple moments to stand up, fumbling in the darkness of her room for the door. She couldn't get the image of her mothers body out of her mind, the way is crumpled to the ground. She tried her hardest to keep the memory of her father's lifeless eyes away but they flashed in her minds eye as she flipped the lights of the bathroom on. Jyn could see her father in her own eyes and stared for only a moment before washing the sweat on her face and turning away. She hesitated to return to her room, the nightmare still too fresh for her bed to be inviting. Instead she redirected to the kitchen, setting a kettle on the stove and flicking on a nearby light so it wasn't entirely dark. Jyn didn't know what time it was or how long she'd been sleeping, only that anymore rest tonight wouldn't be for a while. The books in this home were odd but she found herself flicking through them anyway, confused by several words every now and then but mostly following along. She sat at the table, waiting for her water boil. The kettle let out a delicate whistle and she caught it before it started to scream, pouring herself a mug of tea and sitting instead on the couch. It smelled of old wood and mildew, but was warm and dry. Jyn tucked her legs underneath her and waited for her eyes to get heavy as she continued reading her book in the dim light. The sounds of another stirring piqued her interest and when she heard a door open, she looked up from her seat on the couch, offering a small smile. |