They cross the dark green grass. They carefully meander down the rugged hillside. They tread over the heavy black sand. They reach the beach, the gray waves lapping at the shore, a distant, blurry sun eyeing them overhead.
The sea beckons. It breathes, with them.
“I know what it’s like to hate my own father,” Jyn says.
She half-expects Ersa to groan and turn away, stomp back up the hill to the white house. But Ersa surprises her; she tends to do that. She matches Jyn’s pace, step by step.
I wrote a fic about mental illness (again). But one in which we have a parent who does not experience mental illness trying to reassure a child with mental illness. It’s the kind of thing I have craved for a long time.
[And it’s also a Jyn and Ersa story, which I know has been lacking in the Nonsense.]
Yours Is No Disgrace – theputterer – Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) [Archive of Our Own]
say you love me 