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]

Move over, I wanna lay down, too. [ she'll still pet his hair, she's just too tired to keep sitting up. ]

[evasives]

[he shuffles himself, leaving enough space for her to crawl in next to him - with the right angle of course because does not want her to stop playing with his hair. he needs to figure out how to get her to do this when he isn't sick.]

Come here.

[realists]

[ jyn curls into the space he's made for her, sniffling and then sighing as her fingers go back to sliding through his hair. being sick is truly awful. they could be murdered right now and neither of them would be able to fight off their assailant.

at least they're not alone. ]

I might sleep.

[evasives]

[he supposes it's better to be sick with her, because then they get to do this. they still get to wind up together and be a little bit comfortable, however sore the rest of the physical existence is.]

[he sighs as contentedly as he can, then coughs a little.]

Not if I fall asleep first.

[realists]

Don't be childish, [ jyn says in the most childish tone even. their bickering continues, slower and slower and slower with longer pauses between everyone comment until the pauses become sleep. ]