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LYRICS PROMPT MEME

Get your playlists ready, kids. Got a song you relate to a character?
To a type of situation? Give it to someone as a prompt and see where they take it!
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"I know," he said and he did, but that made his guilt that much heavier and deeper. Why did he have to live while the others didn't? He'd done so many things for the Alliance that he didn't even question - all the death by his hands, all the immoral tasks that were asked of him...he did it all and he kept doing them without question - as if he was numb to the fact that what he was doing was wrong - but it was for the Alliance, right? That made things difference.

She knew what it was like to be the one who walked away, the guilt that went with it. She had been a child when her mother died, when her father was taken, and yet still she felt guilty for not being able to do something, anything. But this was more. The pain, the guilt on his face was deeper.

Jyn touched his face, unable to find the words to explain what she was feeling, how glad she was that he was alive, how much she needed him.

She moved closer and pressed her face into his shoulder, wrapping her arm around him.

"What now?" He asked, his voice breaking in the middle of it. He looked down at her - he could almost smell the saltiness of the water and the heat from Scarif in her hair. Or maybe the salt and the heat will be forever embedded in his mind - a reminder of what happened that day.

Despite his injuries, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, wanting to anchor her and to make sure that she knew he was there - he wasn't going anywhere, not without her.

She pressed gently into the embrace, holding him close, steady, giving and taking comfort and reassurance. They needed each other before, holding each other as they died. They needed each other now to live.

"I don't know," she answered. "I don't know where we are. Or how long we've been here."

"We're back at the base," he assured her. It was a familiar room - having come back from assignments a little worse for wear in the past. At least she could take comfort in that they were back on the Alliance base - at least he hoped she could take comfort in that or the fact that he won't leave her side now - or ever. Not after everything they went through. He needed her as much as he hoped she felt she needed him. He kissed her forehead.

It was somewhat steadying to know where they were, that they were in the hands of allies. It also meant they had a number of options as to what they could do. They could fight if they wanted. Although at the moment Jyn wasn't sure that she wanted to. Or that Cassian would. Putting all this behind them and walking away wasn't exactly an unappealing thought.

At the kiss she lifted her head from his shoulder to meet his eyes for a quiet moment before leaning in and gently meeting his lips with hers.

Ever since Cassian left Fest at the age of 6 and started fighting for the Rebellion, he never thought he would live long enough to see himself in this position - lying in bed with a woman he cared deeply for. He thought he'd die on an assignment sooner or later - intelligence officers never lasted too long. But here he was, having seemingly come back from the dead, lying in bed with Jyn.

And then she kissed him and it pushed away all the doubts and the what-ifs and the unknowns in his head. Because right at that moment, all that mattered was her. He kissed her back just as gently, his emotions threatening to undo him then and there.

Jyn's own life had never been certain after that day her mother died and her father was taken. She had come to expect that everyone would leave, that she could count on no one but herself. Love was a dangerous thing, one that only led to pain, to danger. She had thought she would never trust again, would never love again. And yet out of everything that had happened from the moment she was pulled off that prison transport there emerged this, this bond of trust and love that she could have never expected.

She was trembling as she kissed him, just slightly, perhaps not enough to even be perceptible, as everything else faded in the light of that moment. She knew he was injured and in pain, so she remained careful, gentle, her hand coming up to cradle his face as the kiss continued.

He sighed against her lips and then leaned back a little but still kept close. Despite the shortness and softness of the kiss, it still left him breathless. He looked at her again, noticing a flush in her cheeks. "I wanted to kiss you in the elevator," he admitted softly, watching for her reaction.

After they pulled off the impossible - after realizing that they were going to die there, in Scarif - as they looked at each other in the dim light of that elevator, all he could think about was how much he wanted to kiss her, but they didn't know each other then, not really - not where it mattered. And even now, they still didn't know each other, but they were granted the time to do so.

She kept her hand on Cassian's cheek when he pulled back, and at his confession the flush in her cheeks deepened just slightly.

"I wanted to kiss you, too," she admitted. If somehow she had survived and he had not, she could imagine regretting not kissing him when she had the chance. But kneeling on the beach, holding on tight to each other as death bared down on them, was as raw an intimacy as she could have experienced.

"I don't know how we're alive," she said, quietly, carefully. "But...if it's only so that we can do this...we can have more time...I can't help but think it's worth it."

Cassian knew now that he wasn't going to take this second chance for granted. Although they lost the others, he and Jyn were spared - it was only right that they continued fighting, but that they took time for each other. Time. So elusive and yet it was granted to them. Cassian will never understand how, out of all those men that came with them to Scarif, he and Jyn were the only ones who survived.

"Maybe it's meant to be," he said, half teasing because while it sounded cheesy, it was still true.

The half-tease drew a smile. "Maybe." Jyn was never one to believe in such things as fate, because if it existed, it had a lot to answer for. But now, in absence of any other explanation for why they were there, in that moment, alive and in each other's arms, perhaps there was a thing to fate after all.

Jyn leaned in and kissed him again, short and soft, then settled against him, her arm again wrapping around his waist. "Will you have to be here long?" She didn't know how serious his injuries were.

"I hope not," he said in regards to her question. He hated being in the medbay. It reminded him that while he was in there, there was still a war he needed to fight in. The Alliance needed every single person on deck and ready.

But at least she hadn't been seriously injured. He didn't pray, but he silently thanked whatever got them out of Scarif and mostly unscathed.

"We don't have to stay here," she offered. "We could go somewhere else. We could be safe somewhere else." She didn't know if she wanted to fight any more. She had done what her father had asked of her, putting the plans in the hands of the rebellion. They had both given everything, even their lives. What more did they have to give?

"Jyn..." As amazing and good as that sounded - as much as a part of Cassian wanted that - there was still a part of him that wanted - no, needed - to fight. That was his purpose - to fight for the Rebellion so that young children wouldn't have to lose their parents like he did - so that there was a safe future for Jyn. He couldn't stop now - he wouldn't. "I can't leave."

She lowered her eyes and nodded. "I understand." She thought about everyone who had died, who had given everything for the rebellion. Maybe that's why she and Cassian had survived...because they had more yet to give. To each other, yes...but perhaps to more than that.

"Then I'll stay."

"You don't have to." Unlike him, Jyn hadn't pledged herself to the Alliance - with Saw gone, with her father gone, she had no one to answer to except herself. He thought she liked it that way. She could change her name again and leave and go wherever she pleased. Was he really enough for her to stay and fight for a cause he wasn't sure she wholly believed in? Sure, she helped get the plans to the Rebellion, but that was because of her father.

"I know," she answered, looking up again. She gave him a small, half-teasing smile. "Who else is going to keep you out of trouble?"

Saw was gone, and her father was gone, and changing her name and running again felt unbearably empty without Cassian.

"All the way, right? I'm not going to leave when things get difficult."

He looked at her for a second and then let out a laugh, shaking his head. "Is that what you're going to do?" He asked. "Keep me out of trouble?" They made quite the team, at least, that what he thought. Sure, they butted heads, but he knew they had each other's backs.

"All the way," he said with a nod. He wouldn't have been surprised if she didn't choose to leave. Things were only going to get more difficult from here.

"Maybe getting you out of trouble is more like it," she said, still smiling, even though the sadness had never left her expression. "Considering we seem to have a tendency to run toward trouble."

Were she not with Cassian, she probably would have walked away. But they had each other's backs. He didn't walk away from her, and she wouldn't walk away from him.

He was home.

He smiled softly at her, fingers combing through her hair. Someway, somehow, they made it here. Against all odds.

"Mm, we do have a tendency to run into trouble," he commented with a nod of his head. "Good thing I'll have you."

Home. It was a concept Cassian couldn't understand but for some reason, with Jyn, he finally understood it.

Home had been with her father, with her mother, where she was known and cared for. That had been destroyed when her father was taken, and there was no home for Jyn for fifteen years as she drifted, changing her name, never staying long in one place if she could help it. Cassian knew who she was, and chose to stay by her side, even when things got as bad as they could get. Home was where you belonged, and if there was anyplace that Jyn belonged, it was here. She wasn't about to lose that.

She smiled back at him, fondly brushing his hair back from his temple with her fingertips, taking the opportunity to just look at him in the safety and the quiet. She had studied his face in the elevator, knowing it would be the last thing she saw and wanting to see. Now she could just take it in. She ran her fingers along the ridge of his cheekbone, and came to rest them gently on his lips.

Her touch was gentle, delicate, all the words he would never associate with Jyn, but he did so now.

He did the same when they were in the elevator, memorizing the lines, the curves, the different shades of her face - the way she looked at hm as they realized that these were some of their final moments on Scarif. He had been mostly okay with that. They at least did some good before they would be forced from existence. But now they were here. In each other's arms. "What are you thinking?" He whispered.

She shook her head slowly, brushing her fingertips back and forth over his lips, those beautiful lips that she had wanted so badly to kiss when everything was being blown away.

"I'm thinking," she whispered back, "that it would be nice to just stay here." She swallowed, aware that her eyes were starting to tear up. Everything that she cared about had been taken from her, from Saw to her father to the rebels who went into the fire with her. It was all gone, except for him, for this, for his face and his eyes and his lips and his arms and his warmth and the way he looked at her and the way she felt when he looked at here.

She swallowed again.

"Can we just stay for a little while?" she whispered, almost inaudible, her fingertips trembling.

"We can stay here for as long as you like," he replied after a moment of processing what she had said because her voice had been so soft - another first. He didn't think he ever heard Jyn sound so vulnerable in the time that he's known her - not even on Scarif when death was on their doorstep. It made him want to stay wrapped up with and around her - protect from the outside and everyone trying to keep them apart. Damn the Empire. Damn this war.

He pursed his lips, kissing her fingertips.