He pressed another kiss into her hair and murmured, "Good night, Jyn."
* * *
The night passed without further interruption. If Cassian dreamed, he woke without remembering it. What greeted him, waking, was the sight of Jyn beside him, with sunlight streaming in her hair.
For a while, Cassian just gazed at her.
Though he didn't want to compare, of course comparisons were inevitable. His last relationship had been with someone he'd known most of his life, with that level of the relationship on and off throughout. Yet he and Bix had never achieved the kind of seamless interreaction and interreliance that Cassian and Jyn had had almost from the start. How much of that was because he and Jyn were so fresh, and it would wear off? How much was because he and Jyn were so similar? That was a good thing in many ways—not least, they had incredible understanding walking together through the dark—but was it also a bad thing, not to have contrast?
He came to the conclusions he always had and always would. All of this was imaginary. What was real was her. Be with her. Walk beside her and work it through together.
Cassian was tempted to sneak out of bed and surprise Jyn with breakfast. …But never, don't ever leave while someone was still asleep to wake and find you gone. So instead, he leaned over to kiss her face until she stirred.
Then they began their day.
They remembered last night and decided to take their walk in the woods right away. It wasn't far, after clearing the Falcon's garden and surrounding field.
This was a deciduous forest, quite unlike the jungles of Yavin 4 and Kenari. They walked over pine needles and moss and didn't need a blade to hack their way between trees. There were constant sounds of birdsong and animals skittering out of their way, but lacking the ceaseless, blanketing din of insects, it seemed so quiet. Sunlight pierced through here and there, resulting in bursts of flowers. Without meaning to, purely on training, Cassian was following the moss and other signs to a water source, so they were also starting to hear the sounds of a brook or river.
"This is beautiful," he said as they walked side by side.
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Date: 2025-06-03 01:58 am (UTC)The night passed without further interruption. If Cassian dreamed, he woke without remembering it. What greeted him, waking, was the sight of Jyn beside him, with sunlight streaming in her hair.
For a while, Cassian just gazed at her.
Though he didn't want to compare, of course comparisons were inevitable. His last relationship had been with someone he'd known most of his life, with that level of the relationship on and off throughout. Yet he and Bix had never achieved the kind of seamless interreaction and interreliance that Cassian and Jyn had had almost from the start. How much of that was because he and Jyn were so fresh, and it would wear off? How much was because he and Jyn were so similar? That was a good thing in many ways—not least, they had incredible understanding walking together through the dark—but was it also a bad thing, not to have contrast?
He came to the conclusions he always had and always would. All of this was imaginary. What was real was her. Be with her. Walk beside her and work it through together.
Cassian was tempted to sneak out of bed and surprise Jyn with breakfast. …But never, don't ever leave while someone was still asleep to wake and find you gone. So instead, he leaned over to kiss her face until she stirred.
Then they began their day.
They remembered last night and decided to take their walk in the woods right away. It wasn't far, after clearing the Falcon's garden and surrounding field.
This was a deciduous forest, quite unlike the jungles of Yavin 4 and Kenari. They walked over pine needles and moss and didn't need a blade to hack their way between trees. There were constant sounds of birdsong and animals skittering out of their way, but lacking the ceaseless, blanketing din of insects, it seemed so quiet. Sunlight pierced through here and there, resulting in bursts of flowers. Without meaning to, purely on training, Cassian was following the moss and other signs to a water source, so they were also starting to hear the sounds of a brook or river.
"This is beautiful," he said as they walked side by side.