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Ground control to Captain Andor, AKA the Rebelcaptain Astronaut AU no one ever asked me to make
The year is 2032. It’s the end of construction to extend
the International Space Station with a top-of-the-line rotating habitat, bringing the old station into the new age of
space travel. Captain Cassian Andor has been on a solo mission to the
ISS to install the Key To Station Operations, an AI more commonly known as
K-2SO, whose job it is to manage the newly expanded station, as well as assist
the crew when necessary, enabling the entire station to be run by only one crew-member
at a time.
To put the new features to the test, Cassian is to leave
the station in the hands of Jyn Erso, a British astronaut send in from the ESA.
She arrives two days before Cassian’s planned departure to earth, and the
widely different pair take an immediate dislike to each other.
Unfortunately for them both (or perhaps fortunately), due to a critical error in
K’s programming, he accidentally ejects Cassian’s return pod five hours too
soon. The capsule is sent floating off into space unmanned, and Cassian is
stuck on the ISS with Jyn. His only option is to wait out Jyn’s two-month
mission and take the planned descend back down with her. Suddenly, they need to
somehow find a way to get along for a total of 64 days.
There’s room enough on the station for them to avoid
each other most of the time, but for some reason they never do; instead they
get in each other’s space, his hand on her elbow when he drifts by her, her
eyes always finding his as the first thing when she enters a room. Cassian
isn’t sure when the feel of her loose hair tickling his throat as she floats by
stopped bothering him. Sometimes he’s not even sure if it ever really bothered
him at all. Jyn doesn’t remember when she started thinking of Cassian’s
discarded jackets left in her workspace as an annoyance and started seeing them
as signs of the kind of life she tried to leave behind on earth, but now longs
Without realising it, they’ve both started closely orbiting
each other as surely as the station itself is orbiting the earth.
By day 17, they’ve both privately begun to understand that
maybe they aren’t as different from the other as they first thought. By day 34
nothing’s been done about it, but even two people as repressed as Jyn and
Cassian will have to snap at some point when pushed together in such close quarters…
He doesn’t even say “I’m home.” He slips out of his shoes, drops his bag in the hallway - Tooru looks up from the couch at the sound, to find Hajime standing in the doorway. “Iwa-” But then he sees his face, sees the exhaustion, how lost and drained he looks, and he abandons words. He’s crossed the room in three strides, reaching for Hajime’s wrists. He shudders at the contact, and almost immediately there’s tears building in his eyes. Oh, today must have been rough. Tooru closes the distance without hesitation, fitting Hajime against his chest, tucking his head into the crook of his neck so he can breathe in Tooru’s scent. Hajime doesn’t move, for a moment, even as Tooru’s arms come up around him - and then he sags, the rest of his energy draining out as reality seems to settle in. He’s home. He’s made it through another day. Tooru knows that sometimes everything feels too hard - but he also knows how to make it better. The first step - and the one Tooru struggles with most - is letting Hajime cry. There’s something inherantly painful about seeing him fall apart, and even though he knows it’s necessary, that doesn’t make it any easier to watch. He wants to shower Hajime in affection, wants to whisper that it’ll be okay, that he’s here, that they’ve got each other - but that’s not what he needs right now. So instead, Tooru just holds on. He guides them back to the couch, letting Hajime curl up in his lap and finally, finally bring his arms up as well, to rest around Tooru’s waist. Tooru leans in and kisses Hajime’s forehead, swallowing all the words he wants to say, saving them for later. Not now. Because the first step to healing is letting him break, letting him get it all out, without pretty words or reassurances. Acknowledge. Accept. Fix. “I love you,” Tooru whispers. It slips out before he can stop it, because the sounds, oh, the sounds Hajime makes when he cries are heartbreaking and he can’t- “T-tooru,” Hajime gasps, breath catching on the word, fingers curling into fists over his soft sweater. And Tooru squeezes back, pressing kisses to Hajime’s hair as he holds on, careful but determined. Because maybe things aren’t okay right now. But they will be.
i didn’t recognize her
until her voice started to sound
like yours and her hair
got curly and dark on your head,
in my head.
i didn’t mean to make her mean
and i didn’t know she’d be
so elitist until she was wearing
that shirt i was always so
jealous you could pull off.
i told myself you wouldn’t
get a spot in my future after
you ditched my past, but
here you are, entrenched in every
story i tell and embodying every
moderately annoying side character
with whiney lines of stilted dialogue.
but see, i am not the hero of my story
and i refuse to let you be the villain
any longer, so the moment i
saw your glittering eyes full of
promise and lies enter frame left,
i made you insignificant and
cut your role in half.
now you just pass through,
because this story
care wherever it is
you’re going to.
r.g. | i wrote this poem because i don’t miss you anymore
If we don’t have the key, we can’t open whatever it is we don’t have that it unlocks. So what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don’t have, without first having found the key what unlocks it?