blood on freshly fallen snow
a culmination of a lot of things:
for @rebelcaptainprompts prompt 14: shock, doing things out of spite (I didn’t see any jyn-comforts-cass fics), this wonderful piece of artwork by @sempaiko, and my innate need to info-dump my version of cassian’s tragic backstory™.
His world fades from screaming colour, to black and white, and then nothing. Absolute, chilling darkness.
Cold, cold, cold. It seeps in like fog over water. He’s chilled beyond the bone, all the way to his very soul.
The results of my scans indicate that you should administer treatment for shock. I do not detect any signs of hypothermia. You do know how to treat for shock, Jyn?
A cold-hearted killer only ever feels the chill of death. He doesn’t deserve the warmth of life. This is the only truth. He remembers, now. How had he forgotten?
Of course I do, it’s just - Cassian? Cassian! What happened? Cassian, can you hear me? Breathe with me. In, out. In, out. Fark, what happened to him, Kay?
Blood burning starkly against chillingly white snow.
If I knew would I be continuing this conversation, Erso? This is why he should’ve brought me instead of you. If I had been on the mission, I could ha-
The blood of innocents. Blood he spilled.
Kay! We don’t have time for this! Get me a blanket.
It’s happening all over again.
Done. I shall watch over him.
He never left Fest. Fest never let him go. Its icy grip digs into his heart.
That’s alright, Kay. I can keep an eye on him.
Time stopped almost two decades ago. Everything else is an illusion. This is the only truth.
He’s frozen in place.
This is his existence. Forever.
Are you sure? You are incapable of monitoring his vitals, and his-
The pill burns in the hidden pocket on his shoulder. His blaster feels cool against his clammy skin. His fingers twitch with want.
Someone needs to get us home. It’s a long flight.
The chill of death, the warmth of life. Around him, a battle. Within him, a battle.
The voices of the dead howl in the wind.
Thank you, Kay. I’ll take care of him.