Date: 2019-08-30 09:05 am (UTC)
candor1: (Scarif . Jyn . one with the Force)
From: [personal profile] candor1
[His hand came up to cup her face; fingertips tracing under her hair, charting, memorizing, promising.

She reciprocated… so warm, so quietly strong, Force-willed, self-contained, the capable and solitary and brilliant Jyn Erso… her smallest sigh was the most head-reeling sound he'd ever heard. The way they rested into one another, together… His hand slid to her back, slipping his arm around her, bringing their bodies still closer. He thought he could move toward it now and they'd lay down together…

Which was the risk and which the right way…? Let actions speak, trust her, both her actions and her words; prioritize that trust over his own self-doubt… or defer to the doubt because he'd relinquished anything else and always should…

Turning his face, so his forehead still touched hers but the rest moved apart, he worked on breathing. And finally exhaled a laugh and said quietly,]
…I'm so bad at this. I have your explicit invitation and I'm still worried.

I know how to do things but never did them because I wanted to. Not until you. Only you.

Date: 2019-09-10 07:48 am (UTC)
candor1: (illus . Jyn . hearts of kyber)
From: [personal profile] candor1
[What he felt had never been allowed to be a factor in his own life.

What he felt was always profoundly limited to the immediate, the short-term; not the higher goal, the higher good. He could never be satisfied with doing what he felt was right, versus doing what was right. (Some ancient saying, wasn't it…? 'Never let your sense of morals prevent you from doing what is right…')

What he felt, even when it could be momentarily entertained, was almost never something he could afford. Not when he'd then just have to push it down again to move forward.

What he felt. What he'd prevented himself from feeling. But what he'd felt again. The crack in the casement that was irreversible. That he didn[t want to reverse. What he'd found for the first time or been restored from long ago. With Jyn. So much of which had nothing to do with sexuality or romance and didn't need to be. (Trust. Recognition. Respect. Connection. Loyalty. Honesty. Humanity. Peace.)

But what he felt. Now. After all of that.

He'd been able to follow her onto paths he'd always wanted to walk, but just for himself, never could. He'd followed her and she'd let him walk beside her.

Do it again.]


I feel.

I love you.

I want you.

I want to give you everything the universe has stolen from you.

I want to be so selfish and find rest with you, in you, that I've never found anywhere else.

I want to hold you and make love to you and then fall asleep still holding you.

For the rest of my life.

I feel so tired of questioning if I should compromise you with me or reward myself with you.

I feel horrible for feeling that way when it's not just up to me and not just about me and shouldn't be.

I feel… I just want to trust…

Maybe I've made it impossible to feel like I can trust myself.

But I do trust you.

I feel like it can't be possible for the universe to work out this way when it never has before. But I feel like, with you, I can be… better. Life can be better. Hopefully for both of us.

I feel incapable of objectivity when I want so much. But I feel like maybe I should stop second-guessing everything because you might actually want me to kiss you, too.

Date: 2019-11-01 10:44 am (UTC)
candor1: (Scarif . Jyn . that's it)
From: [personal profile] candor1
[She'd chosen to say so much, and it was so right, so perfect… he couldn't begin to think how to tell her how grateful he was, how much he agreed, how mutual, how wonderful…

Well… for all he found it more rare, more incredible, more exquisite, that they were choosing to talk, bare themselves to one another in speech, not just leave the other to interpret an action…

…in this moment, at least, it felt like an action might indeed speak louder than words.

He touched her face, looked into her eyes, let his eyes crinkle and warm with an all-transforming smile, give one more gentle nod, then close that tiny remaining distance and press his softly parted lips to hers.]

Date: 2019-11-08 07:15 am (UTC)
candor1: colored by me (illus . Scarif . Jyn . elevator . whatif)
From: [personal profile] candor1
[The kiss was… wonderful.

He had a hard time remembering when last he'd kissed or been kissed by someone as an end in of itself.

But then, he wasn't trying to remember. And if memories of other times tried to show their face, he'd brush them aside.

Not likely, though. His thoughts, his senses, were filled with her. Only her.

An end in of itself… but could also yield so well to continuing on…

His fingers in her hair, treasuring its flow and fall, and his other hand braced behind her, moving in so his arm touched her back…

He didn't want to take any action first. Even though he trusted her, that he wouldn't be unduly pressuring, it didn't feel right. Mutuality. Reciprocity. That was what he felt with Jyn. What he'd felt when they never made clear who was actually in charge of the Scarif incursion, knowing they didn't need to; they were seamlessly in accord, one commander in two people—

But don't think of Scarif either. (Harder though that was.)

Instead, he tried something with which he had far less practice.

Speaking.]


Should we lie down?

Date: 2019-11-11 02:17 am (UTC)
candor1: (R1 . Jyn . sudden feels 2)
From: [personal profile] candor1
[He laughed gently.] I'm okay. …Better than.

[But that wasn't a disagreement.

He kept his hand gentle on her back in descent. Not like she needed help lying down, but… like he wanted to… support her… or just move exactly with her.

And keep her in his arms as they lay flat, facing each other. And his arm beneath her found a new way to bend, to keep his palm against her back, and his other arm draped over her waist. His eyes again drinking her in like he couldn't quite believe the sight of her yet needed it to keep breathing.]

Date: 2019-11-22 04:47 am (UTC)
candor1: (Yavin . smile . not used)
From: [personal profile] candor1
[No, not "good". Transcendent. Incredible. Beyond belief. Heavenly. More glad and grateful and incredulous and at peace than he's been his whole life.

And having no idea what to say. Finally, a little hoarse but still soft, he fell back on Caridan.]
Me encantas.

[That opened up and allowed a little more wordflow.]

Really good.

[She might ask again, and if not, he knew at least she wouldn't mind if he preempted—] I don't know what I want right now. Nothing. Everything. To do whatever you want.
Edited Date: 2019-11-22 04:51 am (UTC)
candor1: (Yavin . smile . not used)
From: [personal profile] candor1
[His smile was a little questioning, though the way it crinkled his eyes: entirely warm.]

…we're not both… dancing, are we? Avoiding each other? …'cause, it's true. I don't need to do anything else… you don't need to do anything else… for me to be very, very glad of you. Right now. Ever.

At the same time… I don't think you could push me into anything I don't want, too. I mean, it's hard to think of anything. …Anyway. I'll try to… be less worried about pushing you. I know you can tell me either way.

[Come to think of it, he hadn't been able to get her to do what he wanted when he was trying. We're not here to make friends. Ten minutes later: Anyone who kills me or my friends…!]

Or kick my ass if you had to.

I never want you to have to.
candor1: (Scarif . that's it . down)
From: [personal profile] candor1
[She was so good… so clear. Not just because of what she was choosing to say and how she was saying it, but because he knew it was true. Knew she meant it, and trusted her to understand what it meant.

Had he ever told her about Kay? The glitch in the reprogram—Kay's unfiltered, sometimes aggressive, honesty. He could have looked into "fixing", at least softening, that. He never had. Because he'd relished the chance of having one being, out of everyone in the universe, who was utterly, directly, unfilteredly honest with him. Not even compromising for niceties. Someone who would say exactly what he meant and meant exactly what he said. Something Cassian had never had with anyone in his life.

Jyn and Kay were so unlike each other (…thank the Force, given his profoundly different feelings for each of them). But, even though Jyn could and frequently did keep her thoughts to herself, rather than blurting them like Kay; and was extremely capable of deception, where Kay was hopeless at it; …to his amazement… the trust was the same. Kay couldn't help it, Jyn could, but he knew rooted into his flesh and organs and bones, that she wouldn't. Not in this. With him.

He wanted so badly to give her exactly the same.

…So, for a start, maybe try really trusting her. To stop if him if she wanted—it wouldn't take much, the slightest move or word from her; he was pretty sure she knew/believed that in turn. And not to be doing anything just for his sake, without her own genuine willingness/wanting, too.

So he folded himself once more against her, the whole of their bodies flush, interlocked; let his one hand run over the expanse (small as she was) of her back, shoulderblade to nape to nates and back; while the other mirrored hers upon him, moving to her cheek.

And said almost in a whisper:]


I've wanted you in my arms since you said Trust goes both ways.

I've wanted to make love with you since… I don't even know, I couldn't afford to let myself go there… but also then. Maybe earlier.

If I'm on the edge of a cliff: great. I'm good to fall.