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I was asked to do this ages ago by @daceymormontâ, so of course I chose to start on this like three days before Iâm due to give birth. What can I say? I have great timing. So, if you canât tell, that means my updating of this will be spotty. I wanted to at least get this part up though, as I think it sets the stage for everything. Iâm also unsure if this is going to be a Fix It fic or if Iâve going to leave it to end as it did in canon. That would be really rude of me, wouldnât it? Notes on the daemons below. More will come as the characters are introduced in the story. Iâm still kind of figuring out where this is going. This will be under the tag ârogue daemonsâ.
Summary: Cassianâs daemon settles when he is six years-old, almost completely unheard of, and Jynâs when she is eight. Theyâre light years apart from one another, souls born of the same loss, but in time, they will come together to do the most extraordinary things in the name of rebellion. (Or, Rogue One with daemons, plus extra scenes.)
We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins,
carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains.
93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames,
we are all just stars that have people names.
â Nikita Gill
No one said anything directly to him, but everyone knew the truth regardless: his daemon had settled and at such a painfully young age too.
People didnât talk about it, especially the daemon superstitious inhabitants of Fest, but there were whispers. Some said that a person was damaged if their daemon settled too young. They were still growing, still learning about the world, still figuring out who they were. To have their soul settle before the proper age meant that there was something very off. The child was stunted. They would never even have the chance to mature into something more, as if their daemonâs settling would imprint on them forever.
Cassianâs daemon settled when he was six years-old.
As the years pass, he will barely be able to recall a time when his Amaya was not settled as one form. It would have been nice if she could change, seeing as how he would become a spy later on, but no, the second he stepped into his deadly silent home, he felt his entire world shift. His very being was glass and it was shattered as his motherâs blood seeped to the soles of his shoes and then it reformed into something else, jagged, cold, irreparably broken.
Amaya dug her claws into his shoulder, buried her face in his neck, and he clung to her tightly as he stared at the horrific scene before him. Mama dead, golden dust coating her like snow. Tia dead, a pile of dust at her feet like ashes. Papa dead, a trail of dust from Mama to him. Amaya was the only daemon in the house left. All the others had been reduced to nothing but what stars were made of.
And when the people saw him stumble out of the house, so tiny and fragile, shivering despite the heavy coat, his daemonâs head peeking out, they knew.
Settled, they whispered to each other, and only six. It was unheard of. Fest was by no means a comfortable place and they were in the beginning stages of a rebellion, but no one had ever known a childâs daemon to settle so early. Instead of reaching out to comfort the small child, people stepped away from him, giving him a wide berth, as he wandered aimlessly in the street.
Only when Amaya bit his hand did Cassian finally stop and look down at her. It was then that he noticed that she hadnât changed for a while, despite her current form being something that heâd only seen once before.
âOh,â was the only thing he could think to say.
Brown black eyes with a hint of red gazed up at him. âCassian.â She curled up against his neck and he could feel her little heart beating against his skin. She was warm, her fur coarse and stiff like the brush his mama would chase him around the house with. âYouâre tracking blood and dust.â
It had nothing to do with what was transpiring between and inside of them and yet the statement was the final nail in the coffin. He knew in his bones that she had settled and so, in a way, had he. Nothing would ever be the same. There would be no coming back from this.
*
It was strange that life on the run was better than life on Coruscant. On Lahâmu, the Erso struggled and toiled in their attempts to completely reinvent themselves â Galen and Lyra were not natural born farmers despite their backgrounds in science â but it was somehow easier there. It was nicer to stress over plants than political intrigue and insidious whispers. They were still looking over their shoulders, of course â that would never go away â but smiles and laughter came easier to them and more frequently in time.
Jynâs Felix was a burst of energy, a bright spot on an otherwise dreary and rainy planet. After leaving Coruscant and landing in their new home, he was filled with joy, bringing smiles even to his parentsâ tired and battered daemons. Before, he had been so timid that he very rarely spoke unless he was alone with Jyn, but on Lahâmu, he ran around the house, slipping into one form after the next, causing Jyn to laugh delightfully and her parents to smile and touch each other.
Somehow, in the darkness, her daemon brought them all together again, reminds them what they were fighting for. Running and hiding didnât seem so bad when a child was happy.
While her parents slept, Jyn sometimes liked to crawl outside to look at the stars. Felix always encouraged this slightly rebellious nature of hers. They had to tiptoe silently around her motherâs Leopold and fatherâs Evangeline, both of whom slept in different places of the house, but theyâd learned how quickly. Back on Coruscant, they were kept away from everything and everyone. It was a luxurious place that the two saw little of. Not so much here. There were very few people, but Jyn had always tended to stay away from others out of some ingrained cautious nature anyways.
The stars though⊠The stars took her breath away. She could stare up at the night sky for hours and feel like she was up there with them. They were the same and yet always different. Some nights, she swore that a star that was once there was gone the next. It was magical. She could not remember the stars ever being so bright on another planet. Maybe it was because there werenât nearly as many buildings or blinding lights on the ground.
Felix would shift into a bird, flying higher and higher, pushing their bond to its limits, a black speck in the sky, hiding lights as he passed over her head, before bulleting to her and practically crashing into her open arms and nuzzling into her chest.
Pressing her face into his fur now that he was a black cat, Jyn smiled proudly. âYou went so far!â
âIt hurt,â Felix whined, but that never stopped him. He was as adventurous as she was, ready to push everything to the limit as much as a child could. âEvangeline can get much further.â
âShe and Papa have had more practice,â Jyn pointed out, though she wasnât sure that was the reason.
Back when her father was working on Coruscant, his and Evangelineâs bond seemed different from her motherâs and Leopoldâs. While her mother and daemon stuck close to one another, her fatherâs relationship with his daemon felt almostâŠdistant. Not cold, never like that, just like something was coming in between them. They were getting better now though. Sometimes, Evangeline curled up on his collarbone to sleep at night. She never did that before as far as Jyn could remember.
âDo you think weâll stay here for long?â Felix asked abruptly. He shifted into the form of a Rottweiler puppy and laid in a ball at her side.
Jyn laid back down in the dirt so that he could prop his head on her stomach and smoothed a hand down his back. She loved it when he was soft and dark like this. âPapa says the plants should appear soon.â She gazed up at the stars. âWeâre going to be farmers. They plant their roots and stay, so we will too.â
But she couldnât help but feel like she was being drawn upwards into the stars, like she could reach her arms up and be pulled to them. As much as she liked it here on Lahâmu compared to Coruscant, as happy as she was, she still had trouble with the concept of home. Theyâd gone to a lot of places. Maybe a part of her would never feel like she had stopped running. Maybe it was why Felix had so much energy in him.
*
It struck Cassian as both curious and suspicious that he was one of the few children in the small orphanage set up by the Rebellion whose daemon was already settled. All of these children had lost their parents somehow, hadnât they? And yet, for the most part, their daemons werenât settled. In fact, at nine, he was the youngest one with a settled daemon. The closest one to him was eleven and he found out that her daemon only had settled a few weeks before.
For the first time, it occurred to him that what happened to Amaya might not have been normal.
On Fest, he had been around children whose daemons were settled. None as young as him, of course, but daemons tended to settle quickly on harsh planets like his. The time to grow up came before any of them knew it. Nine or ten was a common settling age. It had never been an issue with the other kids on his home planet. Despite his age and size, they saw him as stronger, fiercer, although it helped that he was willing to pelt stormtroopers with rocks at only seven while other kids scampered.
Here though, his Amaya caused people to look at him warily. He didnât like it. Whenever they were in a large group of people, he clung to her closely or she would hide under his shirt. It wasnât cold here, not like Fest, and he felt strangely bare without a jacket. Amaya could hide easier in a jacket or even rest partially in his hood with her front paws and head resting on his shoulder. They had to learn new ways, although Cassian  had always been quick at adjusting and changing tactics.
But when he was surrounded by other children, Cassian couldnât help but notice the way adultsâ eyes would jump right over him, like he and his daemon were a sore spot that they didnât want to see. It only took a few months for him to realize that he wasnât going to be adopted. He watched other kids come and go, swooped up into a family, while he stayed behind. It shouldâve made him bitter, but he had Amaya. She would whisper things to him in Festian that made him feel a little more at ease and never strayed far from him.
By the time Cassian was twelve, he was already doing odd jobs around the base for the Rebellion. He was too young to go on actual missions, despite insisting that he could do it, so he did whatever he could. Too many years had passed for him to believe that he might one day have a family of his own again. His family was dead and their daemons were dust. Already he was beginning to forget simple things about them. It was the price of getting older. Besides, he couldnât look back. There wasnât the time.
Also at twelve, he could blend in easier with the other kids on base. A lot more kids had settled daemons at that age. People didnât look at him like he caused them pain. He and Amaya were just two more victims of collateral damage from the war. They didnât see a damaged kid. They didnât know when Amaya had settled, just that she was, and no one questioned it and he never said.
It was the beginning of his understanding at how easy it was to trick people.
All he had to do was smile and deflect and soldiers saw a child growing up under some difficult circumstances that was trying his best. They didnât know that his entire family had been slaughtered and he was only alive because heâd forgotten to come back home for lunch while playing with some other kids. They didnât know of how heâd tracked his motherâs blood and her daemonâs dust for a quarter of a mile after heâd found their bodies at home.
They didnât know anything about him. He could make up whatever he wanted to and theyâd believe it. He told people that Amaya was all sorts of things and because they didnât know any better about the animals they believed him. The two of them would speak only in Festian sometimes, convincing people that she had never learned Basic, and they believed it every time. He told people that she settled when he was nine, ten, eleven. No one even blinked.
âIsnât lying bad?â Amaya asked once. âThatâs what your mamĂĄ said.â
Sheâs dead, Cassian couldnât help but think and Amaya never asked again.
But not them. Their family was gone, their old life gone, Fest gone, everything â but they were still alive. They had survived. It had to be for something. He could feel it in his bones.
*
Jyn had to flatten herself to the ground and hide amongst the tall plants to avoid being spotted by a swooping owl. It was only thanks to Felix tugging at her that she noticed the daemon in time. He curled underneath her in the form of a gecko as she laid belly down in the dirt, his little heart beating fast. The owl flew over them though and landed gracefully on the shoulderâs of the man in white.
From where she was hiding, she could only see her papa, but she knew that his Evangeline was with him. A part of her wanted to ask what the salamander had whispered in Felixâs ears, but she didnât ask. She and her daemon never kept secrets from one another, but whatever he had been told had made him shift into a quivering mouse and it had frightened her more than she wanted to admit.
When she saw her mama running up to them, Jynâs heart leapt into her throat and she nearly jumped up. Only Felixâs insistence kept her down. The pack her mama was carrying made it awkward for her to run but allowed Leopold to keep up with her much more easily. He slipped through the plants, a furious snarl on his face, and Jyn knew â she just knew in her heart â that something awful was going to happen.
âOh look, Lyra, back from the dead!â the man called out dryly. âItâs a miracle.â
Her fatherâs eyes closed, tired, defeated while her mother wore a defiant look on her face still. She was never one to give up. Stubborn and prideful, she would fight until the very end.
âWe wonât let you have him,â Leopold growled, just loud enough for Jyn to hear. He had such a bold voice, the kind that could still Jyn and Felix when they were about to do something that they shouldnât.
It didnât have quite the same effect on the man in white and his white-faced owl daemon. The two looked at each other, almost pityingly, before turning back to her. âIâm not taking just him, Lyra,â the man said. âIâm taking all of you. Where has that child of yours run off to, hm?â
If the owl had been closer to the ground, Jyn was almost certain that Leopold wouldâve leaped to attack it. She was too young to remember their time in the prison where the honey badger daemon had snapped at any other daemon that got too close to Felix or Jyn, but heâd never lost his fierceness or protective nature.
Instead, her mama whipped out a small blaster and pointed it at the man in white. The Death Troopers guarding him all jumped to aim at her and their similar daemons aligned in attack form, but she didnât hesitate or drop the blaster. She glanced from Jynâs papa to the man in white, breathing heavily through her nose, and proclaimed defiantly, âYouâll never win.â
âI already have,â the man in white told her with a slight smile on his face.
Her mama shot the blaster at him; the Death Troopers shot theirs at her. Everyoneâs shots connected with their designated targets, but only one daemon burst in a cloud of dust.
Jyn startled in her hiding spot, eyes wide with shock. A terrible scream rang in the air that she dimly registered as Evangelineâs, something sheâd never heard before, and she watched, trembling on the ground, as her father rushed to her fallen mother. It was too late though. Shiny dust glittered in the air and slowly fell to the earth where Leopold had once stood.
He was gone. Her mother was dead.
Felix let out the tiniest whine as he buried himself into her jacket. She didnât have time to process the sudden shift in him â a warm tingling feeling that went from her toes to her head â not when the man in white barked out orders to find her and the Death Troopers started to scan the area.
Instead, she crawled backwards out of sight, pulled herself to her feet, and ran as fast as possible, clinging to Felix as tight as she could. He didnât seem capable of running himself to follow her and so she had to drop her favorite toy Stormy in order to keep a grip on him. When she finally reached the bunker that her father had built for this very reason, she convinced him to wrap around her neck so that she could pull the hatch open, climb inside, and shut the door.
The two of them watched as a pair of Death Troopers swept the cave where she was hiding, her green eyes and his yellow ones, until the hunters left. Only when she was certain that they were gone did she finally climb the rest of the way down the stairs, her legs wobbly and hands slick with sweat and dirt. She banged on a lantern until it came on and then set it to the side to illuminate the small space.
It took Saw Gerrera two days to find them in the hidey hole.
It took her a full day to realize that Felix had settled.
A long, thin, scaly snake with red, yellow, and black bands, all she could think was that he was beautiful, but it confused her as well. Heâd never played as a snake before. Some people said that snake daemons were a sign that a person was dangerous or that there was something wrong with them. They couldnât be trusted. She slid her small hands down his back and he curled into a ball in her lap. She trusted Felix with her life.
He was the only one that she would ever trust fully again because she knew that he was the only one that would never leave her. He would die before he even tried and as would she. They would both be dust before they left the otherâs side.
JYN ERSO: coral snake â Felix, means âluckyâ
CASSIAN ANDOR: indian grey mongoose â Amaya, means âthe endâ
GALEN ERSO: spotted salamander â Evangeline, means âgood newsâ
LYRA ERSO: honey badger â Leopold, means âpeople, bold, lionâ
ORSON KRENNIC: barn owl â Valda, means âpower, ruleâ
Hereâs the second part to my Rogue One Daemons AU. I shouldâve taken a nap while my daughter was sleeping, but Iâve really been itching to write. Iâm sure Iâll regret it later when sheâs waking up every hour to eat. As of right now though, Iâm really glad I did this. I had a lot of fun. This is my âme timeâ and itâs necessary for any parent. Sheâs waking up now though!
Summary: Cassianâs daemon settles when he is six years-old, almost completely unheard of, and Jynâs when she is eight. Theyâre light years apart from one another, souls born of the same loss, but in time, they will come together to do the most extraordinary things in the name of rebellion. (Or, Rogue One with daemons, plus extra backstory scenes.)
Or might the soul clone itself,
create a perfect imitation
of something yet to be
defined? In this way,
can a reflection be altered?
â Ellen Hopkins, Identical
When Cassian killed his first man, the explosion of dust that had been the manâs daemon startled him so badly that he actually yelped. One second, they had been in a tense standoff, the man sneering over the idea that a boy thought he had the guts to pull the trigger, and the next Cassian squeezed his index finger and a blaster bolt struck the man right in the chest.
His daemon shattered into the same glittering dust that had been left of his familyâs daemons, coating Cassian and floating in the air. Cassian stumbled backwards, coughing and waving a hand in the air to clear his face of dust, and nearly fell on his ass after tripping over a rock. Instead, he fell back against a wall, panting heavily, and opened his eyes to stare forward.
There was the man lying on his belly, a look of surprise on his half-turned face. His daemon was nowhere to be seen. Cassianâs eyes were locked on the golden particles as they gracefully fell to the ground like snow. It reminded him painfully of Fest. He hadnât been on a planet that had snow in years. Heâd started to wonder if maybe Fest was one of the few that did, though that hardly seemed possible in a galaxy so vast. He had never seen jungles before leaving his home planet either, but they certainly existed.
Amaya peeked out from her hiding spot in between a cluster of rocks. âYou killed him.â
âHe was taunting me,â Cassian pointed out, like that mattered. He grimaced at the words and turned away from her. He hated it when he sounded like the thirteen year-old that he was and tried very hard to be more like the adults that he was surrounded by. Sure, he was the youngest member in the Intelligence unit, but that didnât mean he wasnât good at his job.
Still, heâd never killed anyone before. Shot someone, yes, when he was being shot at, but killedâŠ
âHis daemon--â Cassian paused and pressed his lips together. Amaya walked over to him and cocked her head to the side, the look that said she was listening carefully. âThatâs what happened to my parentsâ daemons. They didnât just die; they turned into...nothing.â
It felt worse than death. It felt like a complete erasure of their person, just as his memories of them were slowly beginning to fade over time. Seven years had passed since their deaths, longer than heâd known them alive. There were nights when his memories didnât feel real, as if his mother and father had only existed in a dream and he had only ever known the Rebellion and Amaya.
âDoes that scare you?â Amaya asked.
Cassian dropped his eyes and tucked the blaster gun away. âIt doesnât really make me feel anything.â It felt strange to admit that, like there was something wrong with him, but once the shock had worn away, there had been nothing to take its place. He glanced down at her. âDoes it scare you?â
âItâs hard to be scared of nothing,â Amaya replied.
He frowned, feeling a hint of resentfulness at her own evasive nature even with him, but then the warmth of her comfort poured over him through their bond and it went away. They were both secretive due to the environment that they had grown up in. Sighing, he let an arm fall to his side so that she could leap onto the sleeve of his jacket and crawl onto his shoulders. She nuzzled the side of his face with her head.
After taking one last look at the man, Cassian slipped through the alleyways in order to link up with the rest of his squad. There were some parts of the mission that he was better equipped to take on than grown men. But that Imperial soldier had been wrong. Cassian wasnât a mere boy. He hadnât been a boy for a very long time. His soul had been settled for too long to still be considered one.
*
The words, âWait here,â came out of Blairâs mouth, and so Jyn trusted them.
Saw mightâve kept things close to the vest, especially when it came to her, but his Blair had never lied to her. She was reticent except when she was angry, which was getting more and more with the passing days, so Jyn had come to listen carefully whenever the lynx daemon did speak. She let Saw do almost all of the talking, even keeping her distance from the other Partisansâ daemons, not as if she was above them but more like she could not afford to open up to them.
A leader had to be one step apart from the rest. She and Saw could not be on the same levels as the other Partisans and still be considered their leader. Even Jyn, who had been with him since she was eight, could not stand on the same pedestal as him.
But Blair indulged Felix in a way that she did not other daemons. She let Felix curl up around her, greeted him almost warmly whenever they arrived back at base camp, and even licked him on the head when they came back covered in dirt and blood. While many of the other Partisans and their daemons were wary of Felix, only because of what he was capable of, she was not. She didnât see something dangerous or broken. She saw him for his clever mind and usefulness. She liked his fangs.
It was easy to look into the lynx daemonâs eyes and believe her.
âWait here,â she said, as Saw handed her a blaster.
Jyn nodded her head, but it was Felix that asked the question, âWhen will you be back?â
âWhen we can,â Blair replied. It wasnât much of an answer, but it was enough.
Saw and Blair had both taken them in after her motherâs death and fatherâs disappearance. They hadnât had to, but they had. Growing up under them and their tutelage had been rough and painful more often than not. Saw wasnât one for comforting and Blair was aloof. But bits of warmth bled through every now and then and it was hard to begrudge someone that had taught her how to fend for herself. She was stronger than most, fiercer than many, and a force to be reckoned with -- and that was without the threat of Felixâs deadly bite.
It had been eight long years since her family had been ripped apart by the man in white, the same amount of time she had lived with them. Sheâd forgotten her promise to Felix and herself.
Later, when the bitterness didnât burn so hotly through their bond, when Felix opened his mouth to speak to another daemon instead of just hissing, Jyn would think about the look on Blairâs face. Had there been any pity? Any sorrow? Any longing? Saw was a cold man. A decent man, she had thought, but cold and unaccustomed to being anything else. Cutting her off like a dying limb had been the logical choice for him concerning the Partisans, even if it hadnât been an easy one. But Blair? How had she felt? Did she see other snake daemons and think of Felixâs red, yellow, and black bands?
I donât miss her, Felix would viciously think, but Jyn always knew that it wasnât true. Felix held onto the memories that she couldnât bare to take. She locked them away and he took them for her, carried their weight, cradled their grief. Through flashes of hurt and betrayal, he did miss Blair, just as he missed her motherâs Leopold and fatherâs Evangeline. He missed not being shunned by everyone else but her.
But back in that bunker, Jyn looking up at them, Felix wrapped loosely around her neck, she made the stupid mistake of trusting them. She had sworn that she wouldnât -- she had promised Felix that she would allow no one else in -- and yet she had. It had been foolish and the days she spent in that bunker would turn her heart cold. Felix alone burned hot while she did everything she could to lock her thoughts and emotions away.
Never again, she promised and Felix agreed. Never again.
*
It started when they were young, as a game, to pass the time and to make life on base more bearable. Whenever people would ask him what his daemon was, he usually told them the truth, but sometimes, he would say something else. To the unsuspecting person, he could pass her off as a binturong or a falanouc, but more often than not, he would list a different type of mongoose. There were so many kinds. No one questioned him.
After all, why would someone lie about what their daemon was? What kind of person would do that?
What a daemon settled as represented who the person was on the inside, or so everyone said. Cassian wasnât sure why this specific type of mongoose fit him when he had never heard of it before and so it was easy to tell people that she was something else. Amaya reveled in it. She loved the trickery. It was fun when very little was fun on base. She was so straight-faced whenever he lied about what she was, only grinning and snickering after the person had walked away.
Neither one of them expected it to become a part of them.
Cassian was walking through the hanger as he flicked through the pages of the datapad detailing their upcoming mission, his nose buried so deep that it was a wonder he didnât bump into anyone or anything. He kept a slower pace than normal without thinking as Amaya scampered at his side in a playful, energetic manner. They weaved their way through the expansive room as one despite their extreme different in size.
Slinging his pack further over his shoulder, Cassian finally paused when he found what he was looking for. âYouâre going to be a ruddy mongoose this time.â He spun around and sat down on a crate, giving Amaya time to climb her way on top and step on his thigh before showing her the picture on the screen. âNot much of a difference.â
âA bit bigger,â Amaya noted as she peered at the datapad curiously.
âWell, youâve always been small for your size,â Cassian pointed out with a grin on his face as he slid a hand down her slender back.
Amaya wiggled out from underneath his hand and shot him a glare. âThatâs because youâre so scrawny. You havenât been eating well.â
Cassian shrugged his shoulders. âRations have been shorter than normal recently.â
âNo, you gave some of your ration cards away,â Amaya countered. âI saw you.â
He rolled his eyes, but he didnât look back at her. It was easy to lie to everyone else -- it just came as second nature to him by now at only eighteen -- but it was downright impossible to lie to his daemon. Not just because she was a part of him, his soul, but because it was her. She had a way of drawing the truth out of people.
âI wasnât hungry,â Cassian grumbled, thinking of the hollow look in those childrenâs eyes. He remembered that look well from his time as an orphan on Fest and his first few months with the Alliance. Not many of his memories from that time had lasted throughout the years, but that feeling had. It was overwhelming even now. He hadnât been able to stomach seeing it on other childrenâs faces. He wasnât cold enough yet. âThey needed it more.â
âYou need to keep up your strength,â Amaya told him, pulling up on her hind legs and pressing a little paw softly against his chest. âItâs important that you look after yourself as well.â
Cassian said nothing in response because there was nothing he could say. Amaya knew how he was. He fought and fought and fought until there was nothing left in him. Old enough to no longer be a child, but still too young to be considered a man, he was still fighting for his place in the Rebellion, even though heâd already established himself very well in the Intelligence division.
He could no longer be considered innocent. That was for sure. Innocence had been burned out of him a long time ago; heâd put the torch to it himself.
When he finally glanced back down at her, Amaya was giving him a sad look, but she kept quiet as well. She knew when to speak and when not to speak. Besides, more often than not, she didnât have to say anything. Their bond was strong. When she wanted him to know, he could feel everything she was thinking and more through it. Right now, it was as open as could be and he soaked it in.
Sometimes, he forgot what comfort felt like. The Rebellion was not good at it and the two of them had learned to always be as hard and jagged as they had become the moment she had settled when he was six. Every now and then though, he felt it with her and he gathered that warmth in his heart. It was the only thing that could settle him some nights after certain missions.
But sometimes, it was like Amaya didnât even know what to do with it. Cassian couldnât help but wonder how long it would be before she too forgot what comfort was.
*
The first time Jynâs bond with Felix was truly strained, it hadnât been of her own doing. Most prisons kept them together, as the taboo surrounding daemons was strong throughout the entire galaxy. Guards didnât touch any daemon that didnât belong to them, instead using their daemons to corral the unruly ones. Most of them had large, burly daemons anyways, and troopers almost always had dog daemons large enough to take control.
Wobani was different though. Harsher, colder, much less thoughtful. The first thing they did upon bringing her to the prison planet was tear Felix away from her. It was only then that she knew that she was going to die here.
The shock of having Felix ripped off of her arm by metal claw caused Jyn to stumble backwards into her cell. The door was shut before she could even regain her balance. She landed hard against the wall and bounced forward, throwing herself at the metal bars and reaching out as far as she could. It took her a solid few seconds to realize that the screaming she was hearing was coming from her mouth.
âGive him back, you bastards!â Jyn howled. âGive him back!â
Felix fought hard, his body thrashing wildly in the air, but the metal clamp was tight around his head and neck. It mustâve been built specifically for snake daemons. He couldnât even open his jaws to scream in return, but she heard him in her mind. His shrieks ricocheted throughout her skull, making her feel dizzy, and she waved her hand frantically through the bars as if she could reach him.
Instead of giving him back to her though, the troopers took him farther and farther away from her, until it felt as if her very being was being ripped apart. Jyn panted heavily, gasping for air, as the stitches that made up her body were torn piece by piece. Her legs buckled underneath her and she slid down to the ground, unable to remain standing. It felt as if someone was physically ripping her heart out of her chest.
âGive him back!â Jyn cried out desperately. âPlease!â
Only then did the troopers stop. They looked at one another and then down at Felix, who had gone limp, his body swaying in the air. Jyn was still clawing for him, but her fingers were digging into the metal floor. Sweat covered her entire face. She was surprised that blood hadnât started pouring out of nose or eyes.
Finally, they brought Felix back to her and she almost cried in relief. Instead she bit her lip hard enough to make it bleed, her eyes focused only on him. They released the metal contraption and he dropped to the ground. In a sluggish, almost drugged manner, Felix slithered back into her hand, but didnât seem to have the strength to wrap himself around her arm like normal. She jerked him back into the jail cell like they might try to snatch him again and held him tightly against her chest, her heart beat hard and loud enough to cause him to stir.
âDonât cause anymore problems again, Halik,â the stormtrooper warned her, âor weâll really see how far your bond can stretch.â
Next to them, their daemons watched silently, their dark eyes equally dull and emotionless. They never seemed to move at the same speed as their humans, like there was some sort of delay. Severed, she couldnât help but think with a shudder and she smoothed a hand down Felixâs shaking body. Stormtroopers werenât connected with their daemons like everyone else. Some were surprised that they even had them. To become like them was one of Jynâs greatest fears.
Iâd rather die, Felix said, his voice strong despite the weariness in it.
We will die, Jyn thought and tried hard to squash the feeling before it flittered over to Felix, turning it into rage as quickly as she could.
It was too late though. The moment she had thought it, he had heard it. Nothing escaped either one of them. Their bond was always open, a constant flow of emotion and thoughts. Felix slithered up her neck and pressed his head against her pulse point and she closed his eyes. Already, his heart was steadier than hers. She wished, if only for a moment, that she was as strong as him.
You are though, Felix told her. You always have been.
She couldnât help but be afraid that, if they were separated in any way, that he would be able to handle it while she would break. She couldnât let that happen. For once, she couldnât fight their prison and she hated it. Anger burned brightly in her, but there was nowhere to put it, not in this cage. She longed to lash out again, but the idea of Felix being taken away from her again was too horrifying and stilled her when nothing had before.
*
K-2 was different. Amaya could touch him, but not really touch him.
The droid seemed at a loss with her for many years, flickering between curious, irritated, unconcerned, and even a hint protective at times. Cassian could still remember Amayaâs laugh when Kay had touched her nose and nothing had happened. It was strange -- feeling nothing when the anticipation had caused his heart to race -- but the absence of a reaction was still felt.
She liked to perch himself on his shoulders so that she could see farther, looking as alert as a hawk. He could hear the scrape and click of her claws as she scampered up the metal and then Kayâs long-suffering robotic sigh -- or at least Cassian assumed it was a sigh. Like many droids, Kay had something of a personality of his own, but it did seem stronger than most. He spoke whatever came into his circuits, even if it upset people.
Cassianâs reprogramming of the Imperial security droid had not been his best work, but he had done it quick and under a lot of pressure. Heâd been grounded for nearly a month following his reckless behavior, but he knew that it had been worth it, if only because of the delight it caused Amaya. She had always been curious of droids, prodding and sniffing them, much to most of their detriment. Apparently most daemons ignored droids, though no one really knew why. Maybe it was because of their almost-but-not-quite sentient behavior.
However, Kay was unique in his own way. His surly behavior caused Amaya to cackle, every grim statistic making her even worse. Cassian loved it, though he never said anything aloud. It had been a long time since he had seen Amaya like this, so long in fact that he wasnât sure that his mind had made up the memories. Fest was another lifetime ago. Gone was the boy and unsettled daemon that found their family dead and dust. The Rebellion had carved him into a man and a cold one at that. Seeing Amaya like that with Kay though brought something back to him that heâd nearly lost.
âDonât you think it strange?â Kay asked him one day while they were flying back to Yavin IV.
Cassian kept his focus on the panel in front of him as he flew the ship. âThink what strange?â
âDaemons,â Kay replied matter-of-factly. âYou keep your weaknesses on the outside for everyone to see and yet no one goes for them. It would be easier to take a person out by hurting their daemon.â
âYou donât do that,â Cassian told him, pulling his concentration away from the panel and focusing it on Kay. There was the same neural, robotic expression on the droidâs face and yet somehow it was as if Cassian could pull some sort of emotion out of it. Curiosity today, he thought. âYou donât mess with someoneâs daemon.â
âWhy? Because of some arbitrary rule?â Kay questioned, like it was the most logical thing in the world.
âYou just donât,â Cassian said in a harder tone. âItâs a taboo, one of the most horrific things a person can do.â
Kay shook his head and went back to checking their flight route. âYouâve done a lot of things that one might consider horrific, Cassian, though they were for the good of the Rebellion.â
They werenât meant to be harsh or even a bad reflection of him, but Kayâs words cut Cassian right to the bone. He glanced down at Amaya, who was curled in a ball at his feet. She was pretending to be asleep, but he knew that she was awake and listening to the conversation. Daemons slept with their partnerâs slept, although Amaya had had him convinced when he was a child that she could do otherwise. He clenched his fist tightly, his blunt nails digging into his palm, and then released it.
However much that Kayâs words had struck him, they werenât wrong. The droid spoke the truth. Cassian had done a lot of bad things for the Rebellion. The only line he refused to cross was that taboo. A spike of fear that it would one day be asked of him shot through his mind, only to be replaced by Amayaâs soothing touch.
Youâre a good man, Cassian, she told him without looking up at him.
He closed his eyes. It had to be enough. She had to be enough.
When Cassian opened his eyes, he turned to face the droid again. âPromise me youâll never hurt another personâs daemon, Kay.â
âIf you insist on civilities,â Kay said in a manner that was as close to huffing in irritation as a droid could get. âBut if anyone or anything tries to hurt your daemon, my hand will be forced. Your safety and health is more of a concern than a taboo.â
Cassian smiled very faintly and he heard Amaya chuckle low under her breath. But the fear was still there, hiding in the back of his mind, like a ticking time bomb. Some things were impossible to bury. As a man who had been forced to bury a lot over the years, he knew this all too well unfortunately.
JYN ERSO: coral snake -- Felix, means âluckyâ
CASSIAN ANDOR: indian grey mongoose -- Amaya, means âthe endâ
GALEN ERSO: spotted salamander -- Evangeline, means âgood newsâ
LYRA ERSO: honey badger -- Leopold, means âpeople, bold, lionâ
ORSON KRENNIC: barn owl -- Valda, means âpower, ruleâ
SAW GERRERA: eurasian lynx -- Blair, means âplain, field, battlefieldâ
daceymormont replied to your post: i want to write so bad, but my daughter is asleep...
you and your baby come first! treat yo self also applies to taking guilt free naps
sheâs over here snorting and wiggling in her sleep so i probably wonât even be able to get to sleep. noisy baby. -___- but i can feel the bags under my eyes despite getting a solid seven hours last night. lasagna soup is heeeeavy. (fun fact: with a baby, you only get to sleep in naps. so like... nap time at 2 am is normal. haha)
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daceymormont replied to your post: im going to take this moment to remind you all...
I got the only A on a quiz about presidential powers in my APGOV class because instead of studying I happened to watch a TWW episode all about the trick question on the test. My teacher couldnât stop laughing when I told him how I knew it
I, on more than one occasion, brought a sticky note with âWWLD?â written on it into an exam