"Eleven, Four, Seven. Ten is fairly large too." He took note on his Victory Tour; it was easier to focus on the landscape than the idea of confronting the families of dead children. They don't like any of the Districts to know details about each other, but naturally that hadn't stopped him from paying attention. From doing his best to chart out a map in his head.
Cassian recognizes she's taking him to his room, he's not so far gone that he can't tell.
It takes him a moment to remember the advice he gave her, but he blames it on the fuzziness in his head. In combination with how close she is. Was she always pressed in like that? Was it so comfortable that he hadn't noticed? He could walk the rest of the way on his own surely, but maybe he wants to see how long she puts up with him.
"We have to do what we can to make it bearable where we can." A beat. "They have... ideas for us. Before our Games, during, after. I am glad it worked for you."
"They couldn't figure out what to do with me after my games. They made me too innocent and then..." She puffs out a breath which will have to make do for an explanation of her games. She was so covered in blood when she won that they couldn't run with innocent anymore.
"Well you saw it."
The elevator zip zips up and Jyn thinks they're close to his floor but she doesn't want to turn away from Cassian to check. Does he always smell this good? How does he smell so good.
He snorts, though it isn't at Jyn so much as the Capitol's self created dilemma. It happens time and time again, pictures of innocence ruined in the arena. "You bloomed from girl to woman under the cameras, and they will take credit for that. Is that the angle they are pushing?" He hasn't quite been able to figure it out, but after the Victory Tours are over, he doesn't particularly pay attention to the other Victors in the interim period. "They wanted me to be touchable. Instead I am untouchable. A dream."
With familial graves to prove it alongside the form fitting suits and colors that draw their gazes into a dream he will not allow to come true. He is probably being a little too free with his words, but he blames the drink. It's not in public, at any rate.
"Yes. They all do." He'd been so fascinated by them as a child, in those last few days before he stopped being a child and committed his first murder. Now they just sort of exist, and only on occasion does he choose the citrus bubbles when he can handle the reminders of his mother.
The elevator pings open, but Cassian only wobbles in place. "It surprised me, when I first got here."
"You smell nice." Which is a normal thing for normal people to say in a normal conversation. Even Jyn, who has the social skills of a porcupine, realizes that this is largely inappropriate, but she doesn't take it back.
He does smell nice.
"Come on." With her arm looped around his waist, she tugs him out of the elevator. He's higher than her, almost the penthouse, but the apartments are all the same according to Lando and Bodhi. She likes Bodhi, a sweet and incidental Victor who managed to win almost solely because he outlasted everyone else in a frigid desert. He'd won the year before her, gentle compared to the sheer violence of Jyn's win. Both of 12's tributes are still inexplicably alive, but Baze and Chirrut is mentoring them this year. Jyn thinks he and Baze are giving Bodhi a break, as if it will soothe his shaky anxiety.
"Which side is yours?" She can't remember if there is another Victor from 11. Maybe he has the run of the place.
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Cassian recognizes she's taking him to his room, he's not so far gone that he can't tell.
It takes him a moment to remember the advice he gave her, but he blames it on the fuzziness in his head. In combination with how close she is. Was she always pressed in like that? Was it so comfortable that he hadn't noticed? He could walk the rest of the way on his own surely, but maybe he wants to see how long she puts up with him.
"We have to do what we can to make it bearable where we can." A beat. "They have... ideas for us. Before our Games, during, after. I am glad it worked for you."
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"Well you saw it."
The elevator zip zips up and Jyn thinks they're close to his floor but she doesn't want to turn away from Cassian to check. Does he always smell this good? How does he smell so good.
"Does your shower have the scented bubbles too?"
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With familial graves to prove it alongside the form fitting suits and colors that draw their gazes into a dream he will not allow to come true. He is probably being a little too free with his words, but he blames the drink. It's not in public, at any rate.
"Yes. They all do." He'd been so fascinated by them as a child, in those last few days before he stopped being a child and committed his first murder. Now they just sort of exist, and only on occasion does he choose the citrus bubbles when he can handle the reminders of his mother.
The elevator pings open, but Cassian only wobbles in place. "It surprised me, when I first got here."
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He does smell nice.
"Come on." With her arm looped around his waist, she tugs him out of the elevator. He's higher than her, almost the penthouse, but the apartments are all the same according to Lando and Bodhi. She likes Bodhi, a sweet and incidental Victor who managed to win almost solely because he outlasted everyone else in a frigid desert. He'd won the year before her, gentle compared to the sheer violence of Jyn's win. Both of 12's tributes are still inexplicably alive, but Baze and Chirrut is mentoring them this year. Jyn thinks he and Baze are giving Bodhi a break, as if it will soothe his shaky anxiety.
"Which side is yours?" She can't remember if there is another Victor from 11. Maybe he has the run of the place.