Becoming
She lifts her hands to block the light, squinting at the sunrise.
"Come back to bed, cyare." She hears him groan as he sits up, shivering at the feeling of his warm hands on the cool skin of her bare back, leaning back into his chest as he massages between her shoulder blades. She damn near purrs as he continues, the rumble in her throat growing deeper the further down he goes.
Kissing her lightly at the junction between her neck and collarbone, he wraps his arms around her midsection, squeezing lightly at her womb.
"But the crops…" Her voice turns to a sigh as his hands move upward.
"They can wait, cyar'ika." He nips at her neck, drawing another sigh, strangled into a gasp, from her lips. "Galen gave us a week; I say we make the most of it."
She twists round to look at him fully, a glint in her eye. "And how do you suggest we 'make the most' of our time, Cass?"
He kisses her then, full on the lips, ever so lightly. "Mmm… the table… the chair… the wall..." he whispers between her giggles as they continue, falling back onto the mattress and losing themselves to one another. "Your choice, Jyn."
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The nightmare's always the same:
She climbs the tree, up from the inside, burrowing under the dirt like iceworms from beneath a Hothian glacier to get at the algae. Shadows spit eldritch flames at her while she grips at the cracks in the bark, in the heartwood, cursing unintelligable phrases at her from their platforms while she ascends, heart pounding.
At some point in time, she hears a thud, feels something leave her side. She glances down for a split second, sees the grey figure marked with red at his side. Her heart wrenches; she continues.
Moments later, fresh air blows at her face as she leans against the trunk, wind whipping at her hair as she walks towards the man at the end of the branch just ahead of her.
She reaches out a hand, grasps at him as the sun approaches. They sink down to their knees in the warm silt and sand, clutching at each other, as the light becomes blinding and the salt turns to ozone.
And then…
Warmth.
He eyes the Rogue, watches as she wheezes and twitches in her sleep. He'll apply another shot of shadestar venom in an hour, before his team has a chance to wake from their fitful slumbers.
He hears her mutter in her sleep, and his heart stutters in fear.
"Cassian...no… don't leave me, please! Where did you go?"
"Where are you?"
Author's Notes: So, small explanation: I'm writing this based off of a modification of a popular theory, the mod being that only Jyn (the Rogue) survived at Scarif, through being cloned by the Empire, and became a Knight of Ren.
Due to her experiences at Scarif, as well as the trauma that would occur from coming back from the dead, Jyn is continuously injected with venom from the shadestar, an organism synonymous to the Black Mercy from DC Comics. This keeps her from having a mental breakdown and rebelling against the Empire/First Order. If she dies at any point in time, the process is repeated.
I did a quick study on Mandolorian language and culture, and seeing as how Mando'a is one of the most developed conlangs in Star Wars, I used it for parts of Cassian's pillow talk with Jyn, specifically:
cyare - beloved
cyar'ika - darling, sweetheart
Kylo/Ben's observing Jyn at the end, being under strict orders from Snoke to keep her sedated and under watch.
-Nate