sunday six

theputterer:

**Post six lines from your current WIP**

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The slanting sunlight gives way to her splitting headache.

Jyn groans, and moves to throw her pillow over her face, but the movement induces a wave of nausea starting somewhere in her sternum. Her rapid movement to lean over the couch only adds to it, and she watches pale vomit splatter on the beaten tile floor.

Her breath smells like the inside of a rancor’s cave.

“Morning,” Jyn mumbles, and the fact that the two syllables string together to form a cohesive, if very soft, morning, gives her a brief winning feeling of pride.

But then the nausea returns, and she only feels exhaustion and pain.

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this is a snippet from the prompt I received from my dear @leaiorganas: asking about the missing time between SOMETHING YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE A NAME FOR and AMOR FATI; the four years Jyn and Cassian spent separated, and what they were up to during that time. @vaderkat asked for something similar about a Thousand Years Ago, but I’ve just now started pulling something together.

i feel pretty good about it so far, in that i think i have “answers” and a tiny “plot”; as it stands it would be four separate chapters for each year, alternating points of view (Jyn in 6 ABY, Cassian in 7 ABY, Jyn in 8 ABY, Cassian in 9 ABY). with some Special Cameos. that’s what i am leaning towards, but I think Jyn had a more interesting four years here than Cassian did; she grew the most, and by a lot. [newly separated ex-special forces soldier prone to drinking and solitude, becomes stable, respected, manager of an orphanage; how does that happen?]

the above is from the Jyn in 6 ABY chapter, which is not seeing her at her best, understandably.