A smart woman might have cut her losses long ago instead of continuing to get wrapped up in plans that can result in what Bix purposefully thinks of as 'some trouble'.
Despite what's transpired between them, she still holds enough good will for Cassian that she'll offer the scrapyard as a sort of respite from whatever's going on outside its walls. She'll still keep her mouth shut if anyone comes looking. Still offer something to eat and drink and patch up whatever wounds he brings with him.
Still tries and sometimes fails to protect him from his own bad decisions. Can't quite get rid of him entirely.
But then, maybe that's because she doesn't want to.
As she prepares everything she thinks she'll need for his arrival, she knows that Cassian will pop up when she's least expecting it. He's good at that.]
[ Whatever she may think, Cassian knows she’s the kind of woman he’s lucky to know, still willing to put up with him in spite of their storied history. Which includes plenty of injuries she’s helped patch up before today, so he’s not surprised to see Bix prepared for him when he slips into the scrapyard, laying out the supplies they’ll likely need. He appreciates someone who knows what she’s doing. ]
Hey. [ He calls out to her quietly, not wanting to scare her, and scans the place again quickly as he approaches. He’d have heard voices if there was someone else here, probably, but it never hurts to be careful. A little bit of tension carried in his shoulders eases—here in what is ostensibly a safe place, though Cassian knows better than most that safety is an illusion, that no place is really safe enough. ]
Sorry to disrupt your morning. I’m sure you’ll forgive me when I hand over your cut. [ Because he wasn’t about to let a bloodied hand and an untrustworthy buyer be for nothing. ]
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A smart woman might have cut her losses long ago instead of continuing to get wrapped up in plans that can result in what Bix purposefully thinks of as 'some trouble'.
Despite what's transpired between them, she still holds enough good will for Cassian that she'll offer the scrapyard as a sort of respite from whatever's going on outside its walls. She'll still keep her mouth shut if anyone comes looking. Still offer something to eat and drink and patch up whatever wounds he brings with him.
Still tries and sometimes fails to protect him from his own bad decisions. Can't quite get rid of him entirely.
But then, maybe that's because she doesn't want to.
As she prepares everything she thinks she'll need for his arrival, she knows that Cassian will pop up when she's least expecting it. He's good at that.]
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Hey. [ He calls out to her quietly, not wanting to scare her, and scans the place again quickly as he approaches. He’d have heard voices if there was someone else here, probably, but it never hurts to be careful. A little bit of tension carried in his shoulders eases—here in what is ostensibly a safe place, though Cassian knows better than most that safety is an illusion, that no place is really safe enough. ]
Sorry to disrupt your morning. I’m sure you’ll forgive me when I hand over your cut. [ Because he wasn’t about to let a bloodied hand and an untrustworthy buyer be for nothing. ]
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