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

[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. ]