Promises to Keep
For @rebelcaptainprompts Rebelcaptain Appreciation Week, Day One: Family
I don’t know how many of these I’ll get to do, because this is a fearsome week for me. But anyway have this.
I tried to make it fluffy. I failed.
Promises to Keep
Cassian found his wife sitting at the edge of the rocky beach, staring out at the water, her boots braced against a boulder.
Without saying anything, he sat down next to her. The stone was damp and cold, like the wind that tossed the untidy hair out of her eyes. He settled in, anyway. He’d waited out in worse, and for worse reasons.
After several minutes, Jyn said, “Is she in bed?”
“Was she upset I didn’t read with her?”
“I told her you had to go out and check one of the perimeter alarms in the south field.”
She gave him a sidelong look.
He admitted, “A little.”
She sighed. “I’ll go and kiss her goodnight when I get back.”
“She was already falling asleep.”
“Still,” she said.
He put his hand on her back and rubbed circles down her spine. “What is it?” She’d been tense all day - no, days. Weeks. Winding herself tighter and tighter.
He’d been waiting for her to come to him with it, but all this time, the only indication had been the way she burrowed into his side at night, the lines of her body humming with tension even in her sleep. So when she’d disappeared before Batira’s bedtime, he’d decided enough was enough.
She stared out to sea, squinting as a particularly fierce gust of wind sprayed their faces with a fine mist of salt water. After twenty years, he knew her silences. This wasn’t a stonewalling silence, but a seeking one. Somewhere out there in the waves and the clouds and the froth on the water were the words to explain what was hurting her.
“She’s eight tomorrow.”