#unexpectedbehavior

Send “Rough Touch” and I’ll generate a scenario for what our muses do | OPEN28. My muse roughly kisses yours.

He’d spotted her from across the room, while he was making his address. Erso’s daughter, he was sure of it. He’d put her into the program after her parents died, hoping to make her into a productive member of the imperial army-- hoping that something could be salvaged. But he hadn’t bothered to check in on her since she turned nineteen, since she’d enrolled in the Academy. He didn’t want to be disappointed. 

And yet, here she was. She had to be.. what, in her twenties now? And she wore the rank plaque of a Commander? And her eyes-- 

The crowd began to disperse, and he fought his way through clutches of people, determined to get a word with her. She didn’t look like him-- and yet she did. It was strange and confusing, and he felt like-- well, maybe he owed her something. Or maybe--

“Jyn,” even saying her name felt strange, as if she had grown up into someone else. “Erso,” a little louder, as his hand caught her arm, as his mouth caught hers in a kiss. He hadn’t planned to-- but, oh, she tasted like him. It was like muscle memory, even if he was kissing a ghost. The kiss was hard enough to throw them both a bit off balance, to press her against the wall with the weight of his body. He dragged his lips away from hers, heat spreading over his cheeks as he considered what he’d just done.

        ‘one of these DAYS-- and it won’t be long-- call my name and i’ll be gone.’

“wait, what are you talking about?” bodhi asked, raising one eyebrow at her. he was still lying flat on his back, working under a transport vehicle. it wasn’t normally his type of work but he would always be willing to help everywhere he could. he was stained with oil and grease, and because of the amount he was working he had only half been paying attention to what jyn was saying to him. it wasn’t the best thing, but he figured that he’d known jyn long enough to read her tones and know when she was just chatting casually and when she was talking about something that was important. or at least he thought he did, because he wasn’t exactly sure what he’d heard or if he’d heard it correctly, but it sounded important. 

He did not understand. He could not.

When Cassian had come up to his apartment and told him that Jyn was gone, Kay had all but ignored him. Jyn was a free, defiant spirit. She came and went as she pleased, and one could hardly expect to limit or track her forays. She was a self-sufficient adult, after all.

Then Cassian had persisted, explaining that most of her travel-worthy belongings were gone and she had left no note or explanation. Kay had not shown it, but he had begun to worry.

He had texted her in his usual tone and manner--Cas is complaining. I suggest you tell him where you are so that he stops bothering me. When Jyn had not answered for over twenty-four hours, he texted again. And then again. And on with increasing frequency and an almost angry tone. But she did not reply.

Until a week later, in the middle of the night, when Kay could not sleep and texted her with a completely different kind of feeling.

Wherever you are, please come home.

He had continued sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at his wall, expecting no change, so his phone’s vibration had startled him. He picked it up and saw her text, and his heart jumped with an unnamed feeling.

Wait your 17??? How tf am I older than you??? Does not compute??? (you are such an amazing writer I actually don’t believe you’re only 17??)

can jyn help too?

College Life Starters

First three in my inbox get kisst | 1/3

He looked at her soberly, thinking it over. There was no reason not to, really. She was pretty, she was-- Well. His hand lifted to her cheek, one thumb running over the smooth skin, and he smiled. “Yes,” he said, bending to press their lips together in an uncharactaristically soft gesture. An almost reverent gesture.