Tag: Jedha

cassianandorjyn:

@basada-en-la-esperanza requested:

The smell of blood + sniperpilot

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Blood, death, like a ritual pig sent for slaughter. Fire, flesh, one consuming the other. Bodhi’s hands trembling, but no sister to hold them tight. Only the blaster and his knuckles turning white.

Then:

Cassian, at his side, smelling of scorched fibre and familiarity. A hush in his ears, the warmth over his hand, pulling away the blaster and pulling him away from the causalities. Like Jedha, so like Jedha, with blood and bodies and screams. So like Jedha, the horrifying hours forever memorialized in his dreams. So like Jedha, with Cassian there to push him further away, to the ship, to safety, to home.

Home isn’t Jedha, not anymore. Home is:

Cassian holding and soothing him until the trembles stop, until his ragged breathing grows steady. Until Bodhi can hunt the ghosts in Cassian’s own eyes, and remind him that he chose this life, not (just) for Cassian, not (just) because of him, but because he was ready.