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. )

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[realists]

[ twenty two is old age if that is when you die. ]

You're a man, it's not your fault.

[ dismisses an entire gender even if she knows some incredibly smart men, even if she was born to an incredibly smart man. her mom had to remind him to eat, all men are idiots. ]

[volitaunt]

[ He shakes his head, more at himself than at her statement. Look, he knows himself, and he knows his dad, and he knows Finn, and--yeah. It's true.

He's not sure if it's an invasion of space or if she might try to break his fingers off, but still, he attempts to put a hand on her shoulder. ]

I could say you're not a ghost to us, and it'd be true, but it also wouldn't be the point. I don't know how to fix that for you. I don't know if I can. I do know that we're all going to treat you as alive as you are. But... [ He hesitates. ] I think it's okay to mourn yourself, too.

[realists]

[ jyn does not shake him off but she thinks about it briefly, instead allowing his hand to remain in place. ]

Maybe.

[ she's not sure she believes it. like mourning herself would be erasing the sacrifices of people that don't get a second chance: bodhi, melshi, baze and chirrut, tonc, selfa, merrick, every single alderaanian person that died because of the weapon that her father made to protect her, saw and her mother, maia, hadder and akshaya, a long list of people that died because of her and yet jyn remains.

cool. ]

[volitaunt]

Maybe.

[ He gives her shoulder a light pat and lets his hand fall. 'Maybe' is good enough. 'Maybe' is sometimes the best anyone can do. 'Maybe' is more than he can expect from Jyn, really. He only knows the half of her losses. ]

[realists]

[ she sighs, shoving her hair back. ]

Alright. Enough feelings. Wanna babysit me while I get completely shitfaced and make loads of credits drinkin' grown ass men under the table?

[volitaunt]

[ A grin. ]

Sounds like a good way to spend an evening.

[realists]

Alright, let's go.

[ and they do just that. jyn will split her winnings 50/50 and she wins a lot. ]