#24 Rebelcaptain

dracosollicitus:

…in danger

@leaiorganas

They’re on a mission on Coruscant, trailing a mark. They’ve been on this planet  for eight days in a row, trying to track down a syndicate, and it’s been stressful days and quiet nights; when they curl up on opposite sides of the one bunk in their rented quarters in the dark, they don’t talk, they don’t look at each other, they don’t discuss why they’re there – to break up a trafficking ring. What they’ve seen and heard over the last two weeks is, in a word, exhausting, and most nights Jyn waits for Cassian to fall asleep, so she can match his even breathing in the dark, content herself with the knowledge that at least one good thing in the galaxy still exists.

They’re on the street when Cassian stiffens. It wouldn’t be noticeable to anyone
else, but Jyn knows her partner’s body language well enough to see even the
slightest change in it. Something’s gone wrong.

“What is it?” Jyn murmurs, too low to be heard over the regular din of the street.

“Someone’s following us,” he mutters quietly, mouth barely moving. 

“What?” Jyn starts to turn around, but Cassian grabs her arm. 

“Don’t look,” he hisses. “Don’t – just. Do you trust me?”

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