an intimacy of knowledge, unsought but found (rogue one, jyn/cassian, 1k)
It’s true there are already things Jyn knows about Cassian that other people don’t. She knows he has a personal stash of caf he dips into only when he can’t take one more day of the standard rations in the canteen, and he spends as much time savoring the drink as he does preparing it. She knows he sleeps with his back to the wall, no matter where they’re bunking, and that he’ll wake up from the slightest touch to his shoulder. She knows the settings on his razor, and she knows the songs he hums in the shower.
She knows his skill set is far more varied than others might guess, and that the Alliance is hardly calling upon his most valuable skills in his regular missions. She knows he can close up a wound with steady, neat stitches, a forced sense of calm extending to the wounded soldier. She knows he can do more than re-program any droid they come across; he can re-build any machine, given even insufficient time and resources. She’s seen the way he falls into a meditative rhythm as he tinkers with broken bits and bobs, thoughtfully navigating the path towards new life.
(It’s not unlike, she knows, how he navigated her.)
[a/n: this is more character study than anything else but I hope you enjoy it!]
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