Hey @saltmaven I’m back! After recovering somewhat from the holidays I’ve managed to buckle down and finish your gift!
I hope you enjoy the continued angst but eventual (promised) resolution, and I wish you a very happy (slightly belated) new year!
For those of you who don’t know, the prompt was Post-ROTJ angst and based on the answer I wrote to this ask by @oh-nostalgiaa
Summary: Jyn and Cassian managed to survive the war, so why does peacetime feel so much harder?
Chapter 2
The Damerons didn’t have a spare bedroom, but Kes unfolded their sofa and told her to make herself at home. Jyn was hesitant at first, but soon found herself relaxed in a way that she hadn’t been in a very long time. The Damerons’ life was quiet, spent mostly around the house and yard. Kes occasionally took a speeder to the nearest spaceport, but that seemed at first to be the only time he and Shara spent apart.“Poe will start school next year,” Shara said as they sat on the porch watching Kes chase their son around the front yard. “It’ll be strange, not having him around all the time.”
There was a sad, fond smile on her face, and for a second Jyn barely recognized the wild, airy pilot from the Rebellion. She wanted to dismiss it, the idea of being tied down by such a connection, but instead found herself wishing for it with an intensity she didn’t know existed. To Shara it wasn’t a confinement– it was someone to come home to, someone to love who loved you back, who understood you in a way that no one else would. Who would miss you when you weren’t there. She licked her lips and swallowed, watching intently as Poe shrieked and giggled and crawled under the A-wing parked behind the speeder.
“Do you still fly sometimes?” she said, nodding in his direction, hoping to change the subject and push away stronger emotions.
“A bit.” Shara nodded. “For the civilian defense. I’ve tried to cut back, but I don’t believe I could stop if I wanted to. I get… restless when I’m on the ground for too long. The sky becomes too tempting.”
“Do you think you’ll teach Poe?”
“Maybe.” She glanced down at her lap, fingers drumming on her knees. “Truthfully, I want to. To share that majesty, that freedom with him would be beyond anything else. But… I also don’t want him to be like me, you know?” She looked up, back to her husband, who had dragged Poe out from under the ship and was now carrying him around on his shoulders. “I don’t want him to need to be up there, so badly he can’t bear to stay on the ground.”
Jyn watched the boys playing on the grass for a little while longer, turning Shara’s words over in her mind. Would Cassian call it selfish of Shara to share with her son the passion that made a peaceful life so difficult? She wondered if Shara thought about it the same way, and how long she’d try to resist the urge.
from Tumblr https://leaiorganas.tumblr.com/post/190059521450
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