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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!
You can use it as a general prompt or have the characters actually sing it or whatever, we're not the cops.
If you want to set the mood, you can link the song to go with it.

• Top level your character. Include any details you might think are relevant. Post your own prompt or wait for people to prompt you.
• Reply to other people's top levels! Pick a song with a mood you like, put in a chunk of the lyrics, link ye olde youtube if you feel like it, and wait.
• Feel free to make it pretty for #aesthetic purposes, but make sure it's all legible or else no one will be able to read your prompts.
• Have fun!

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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.

Jyn hadn't allowed herself to be vulnerable with anyone in a very long time, but they had all but died in each other's arms. There was nothing more vulnerable than that. He had her back, and she had his, and in the safety of that moment she trusted him enough to let him see. To let herself feel.

She nodded, closed her eyes and replaced her fingertips with her lips.

He kissed her back, wanting to drown in it and forget about the world around them for just a few seconds even as he heard X-Wings take off in the distance.

After a few seconds, he leaned away and then looked into her eyes. This was exactly where he needed to be.

She settled beside him, one hand resting on his cheek as she gazed back, finding warmth and security in those brown eyes. She could hear the sound of X-Wings as well, a reminder of where they were, on a military base in the throes of a war. For the moment, though, she pushed those thoughts away, focusing on him.

"What are you thinking?" she whispered.

"That once I'm all healed up, I can hold you properly," he replied. Once he healed from his injuries, they could do more than just hold each other - a thought that'd keep Cassian going.

She smiled, knowing what he was implying. "I'll look forward to that," she murmured. Then she lowered her head and moved closer, her body warmly and comfortably against his, her arm around his waist.

"Good." He kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes, exhaling softly.

[ooc: A good place to stop?]

[ooc: Yup!]

[ooc: Thanks for a fun thread! Id love to do another sometime :) ]

[ooc: Yes, please! :) ]

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