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riverviewlogs2018-08-01 08:31 pm
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what: housewarming party
when: mid-august
where: jyn & cassian's home
warnings:
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It's not a very inviting text but since technically Jyn did invite the recipients to come to a location at a predetermined time, that counts as an invitation and Cassian cannot complain. The location is a small cottage home, space masonry covered in the same creeping leafy ivy as the rest of the moon, an overgrown garden on the side of the house being (what looks like violently) cut back to make room for the fresh plots of tiny herbs, each carefully labeled. There's a welcome mat and the door is open with the sounds of music drifting out of the screen door.
(Side note: none of that was there if early recon happened on the [LOCATION], so jot that down. This happened nearly overnight.)
Once inside, it's... shit, is it a party? Is it a party in Jyn and Cassian's new home that they got without telling anyone, moving in the cloak of night so that they could steal literally all of the furniture in their apartment that wasn't nailed down? Well, the shrimp dispenser is there in the kitchen and Jyn's wall of herbs are still there so that must be the case.
That's 100% what happened.
The kitchen is full of food, made by Cassian, and alcohol, and there is a small ginger cat prowling around and a small grey pile of fluff that occasionally makes a noise so it must be alive, the music is low enough to hold a conversation, and of course there is shrimp. Never ending bottomless shrimp. This is the extent of the party but be grateful that a year after Jyn and Cassian arrived in the Quarantine, they're inviting their, like, five friends to their home. Some people have never even seen the apartment, but that time has passed. Pour one out.
In addition to the food, there is one single cake, homemade, because turns out this party doubles as a joint birthday party. You know, for the birthdays neither of them told anyone about.
Yay! Party!
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[ please tell her how to be a human being while also letting her be less than social at her own party, it's fine. ]
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Well, when your dad dies the day you're born and your mom spends more time off-world than she does with you, like she's scared you might grow up to look like him...
[ He trails off with a shrug. He's gotten over it now, but there's still a lingering trace of hurt and bitterness to his words. Saying them alone brings back a vivid memory. He was sixteen, doing something completely inane like grabbing a drink from the fridge or sitting down on the couch, his mom had been home for barely an hour and she just looked at him and--
You look just like him.
And then she burst into tears, while Jim couldn't think of doing anything else but walking out the door. She wasn't home anymore by the time he came back. ]
People leave. People left me all the time, when I was a kid. My mom, my friends... if you could call them that. And I'm pretty sure a stepdad who beat me up doesn't count as a good example as the only person who stuck around. Pretty sure he only did that to make my life a living hell.
[ Not that Jim ever spent much time at the house when he was there, mind. ]
A background like that, it's just hard to accept good things, when they start coming to you. It takes a while to get used to the fact that people are with you because they like you, and trust you. Not just because you're useful, or just... there. And even then, it terrifies you to think that they all could just up and leave, from one moment to the next.
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she is quiet while he talks, taking it all in. she does reach out to curl her fingers around his, lightly holding his hand. it's been a lot of touching but! she finds herself compelled to offer him some kind of comfort even if comfort is not her forte by any stretch of the imagination.
she makes an idle mental note to find that stepdad and deck him. ]
Yeah.
[ she swallows, licking her lips. ] My Papa worked for the Empire. But he and Mama fled when I was very small. It was nice for a few years until they found him again. They'd planned for it, they made me practice. Mama and Papa and I would hide in this little cave, the three of us together. When it actually happened, Papa went to meet him in the fields and Mama and I ran. Except Mama went back and I was eight... [ so naturally she flouted instruction and followed her mother like literally any eight year old would do. ]
They shot her. She died. And then Papa left with him.
[ and that was reason number one jyn stopped depending on people. ]
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He doesn't look nor sound too terribly upset over his own backstory. It's in the past, he's moved on from it for the most part. There's still a deep-seated fear of being abandoned and left behind, something that hasn't exactly been soothed by this place. Bones leaving might've been the harshest blow he's had to survive in recent years, and he didn't even leave willingly.
The hold of her hand is mirrored when she starts sharing her own story, his fingers curling tight around her own. He presses his lips thinly, feeling the very pain she must have felt, going through all that. He's quiet well past the end of her story, and when he speaks his voice is tiny and heartfelt. ]
I'm sorry, Jyn. [ Not that it was a contest on who had the worst life before Riverview, but damn. She wins by a long shot. (Although 'winning' is subjective, in this case.) ]
Did you ever see him again? Your father.
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He... turned against the Empire, planted a flaw in their weapon, but when we went to rescue him to find the plans... [ she frowns, glancing out the window to look at the stars. ] It was an Empire controlled outpost, the Alliance bombed it. He died.
[ in her arms and honestly, what is it with her parents being killed right in front of her, including saw not too much earlier than that. ]
We did find the plans. And I'm told that the Death Star was destroyed, but by then we were already-- [ she shrugs because, you know, dead. which jim does actually know already so she feels no need to elaborate again. ] Ironically, by the Death Star.