[ jyn doesn't swear, though she wants to. it's massive, slicing up his entire back and it makes bile rise in her throat just looking at it. she's never been particularly squeamish and she still isn't, it's knowing what caused the scar in the first place that makes her stomach churn violently.
her fingertips ghost up his spine, pushing the shirt the rest of the way to find where the scar ends, lingering a moment before she follows the path back down. she can hear the clang of of his body hitting the durasteel, the crunch pop of his bones as he fell.
she swallows back the lingering fear, the familiar horror. her chest feels tight and her skin feels hot but it's... better. it is better to be able to see the scar. it happened, but it's over. maybe she's only trying to convince herself it's over.
her hand splays flat against the base of cassian's spine, eyes closing as she tips forward to rest her forehead between his shoulder blades. force, what the fuck. ]
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her fingertips ghost up his spine, pushing the shirt the rest of the way to find where the scar ends, lingering a moment before she follows the path back down. she can hear the clang of of his body hitting the durasteel, the crunch pop of his bones as he fell.
she swallows back the lingering fear, the familiar horror. her chest feels tight and her skin feels hot but it's... better. it is better to be able to see the scar. it happened, but it's over. maybe she's only trying to convince herself it's over.
her hand splays flat against the base of cassian's spine, eyes closing as she tips forward to rest her forehead between his shoulder blades. force, what the fuck. ]