La paz llegará, el amor siempre vivirá—No me ames, mas quedate otro dia

[candor1]

WHO: Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor, Bodhi Rook, Finnick Odair (independent threads)
WHERE: Cabin 56, the woods, the spring, wherever else happens
WHEN: Feb 6 through now. "Ten days in the [new] life".
OPEN TO: Jyn, Cassian, Bodhi and Finnick
Quick apology for what a first-love middleschooler I've been being IC and OOC, with me neglecting and Cassian unable to gear shift at all away from Jyn! (Turns out we're super OTP, quelle surprise) Thanks for forebearance, and sorry, guys…!
This might help with moving back into the rest of the game from that first obsessed flush of her arrival. Mainly prompts for kestreldawn and I to multithread several CR developments in a single post, rather than a slew of logs.
WARNINGS: PTSD (both helping and triggering one another—and worrying about that), exchanging war/life/traumatic stories, issues they haven't thought about in decades resurfacing 'cause this is so new and everything's getting unlocked, smut (though surprisingly happy/healthy), treating physical injury (possible self-harm convo), reproductive choices, panic attacks
STATUS: Open

1. the next moment (Jyn and Cassian in their cabin)

2. that night (same)

3. in the next few days (Finnick and Cassian at the spring)

4. in days following (Bodhi, Jyn and Cassian TBD)

5. today (Jyn and Cassian, cabin and forest)

Comments

[candor1]

Cassian nodded, with a maybe-sad nearly-smile, at Jyn's words.

His expression sombred, if only subtly (having not had far to go), at Bodhi's. Somehow picking up on Bodhi's thoughts, or just because they ran tandem to his own—the latter, if the sudden, different timbre of quietness in his voice was anything to go by—

"What was Jedha like," Cassian asked, "before Imperial occupation?"

…his personal, eternal, underlying question:

was it justified
was I right
was it worth it

[onlyeverdoubted]

That was too big a question for one person to try to answer, one person who had only a child's impressions and had tried to fly away from those memories for years, at that. He only dares to try because he owes them that much. He's not really sure why the captain wants to know, but he does his best. "Alive. It was... it was always a little place, out of the way aside from Pilgrims, Monks, and Jedi, but that was enough to keep more than the temple, well, I didn't study there much. Maybe I never would have. I was too young..." The words spill out too fast and he reigns himself in carefully, trying to sort out those thoughts. His parents had been pious but practical. Religious instruction was present, but not forced, and he'd only been five years old when the hammer came down. And after that it wasn't really safe to talk about, especially not to a dreamy, distractible chatterbox of a child.

He tries again. "The--the market wasn't always like that. Odd things, yes, anywhere you mixed people from so many worlds, but there was..." All the words that come to mind feel pretentious or overwrought. Elegant, stately--It was just life. Life with dignity and a community that never dreamed it would fracture. "It all fit together." He knows that's meaningless, but he can't find words that would mean anything.