𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 ✧ 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜

[realists]

who: jyn erso & open!
what: flooding, monsters, flowers, miniatures
when: late march through april
where: around the quarantine
warnings: violence for monster/sparring threads & frighteningly adorable tiny children

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( and ideas, they flood, they stretch the universe. )

Comments

[realists]

[ jyn shrugs because... she doesn't know. she only knows she is supposed to hide when anyone comes looking for them. ]

Mama wanted to leave. She didn't want me there.

[evasives]

Good. Coruscant is the heart of the Empire. It's better that you left.

[jyn's mama seems... better, if she wanted to leave coruscant, even if she gave her child a clonetrooper toy.]

Even if she gave you a toy of the enemy.

[realists]

[ jyn's always had a temper. it was usually chalked up as reckless and youthful abandon with an exasperated sigh from her father and a stern telling off by her mother, but sometimes -- like when she was unintentionally rude to papa's business friend -- jyn knew mama didn't really mind.

she would probably mind this.

jyn hauls her arm back and pops off, punching cassian in the face with a tiny fist. ]

HE'S MY FRIEND!

[ before anyone can come in and scold her, jyn sprints for the door, little legs speeding her across the floor until she's just a wisp of dark hair disappearing around the door.

whoops? ]

[evasives]

[she just??? PUNCHED HIM?????]

[WHAT A GODDAMN BRAT!!!!!!!!]

[he's so annoyed and angry he doesn't bother chasing after her, because he is clearly the more Mature child here. instead he just yells after her.]

HE'S A STUPID FRIEND.

[super mature, very wise. whatever, he didn't wanna stick around this place anywaY!!]