jannat al-ma'wa [OTA]

[candor1]

WHO: Cassian, Jyn, K-2SO, Revan, OTA
WHERE: Neojedha in Maurtia Falls
WHEN: huh? continuity? (your choice)
WHAT: The dojo opens (multithreads welcome)
WARNINGS: facepalmingly pompous mun!wish-fulfillment re: community service and indie start-ups; any of the reasons someone might need a shelter situation; PTSD sublimation; TL;DRing up the tauntaun. 1 and 2 are kinda infodumps. 3 (knowing us) could did get smutty. 4's accessibly friendly!

P.S. on taking cultural references from karking everywhere (title: Arabic, passcode: Sanskrit, setting: Americanization of Japanese, characters: none of these…) Cassian's trying to avoid cultural appropriation without even knowing the term; I'm stomping carelessly through the tulips. Hopefully not to conflate any of the cultures or schools of thought. Thinking more of The Cloisters: a museum Frankensteined from many different religious sites and relics, exploring the differences and finding underlying agreements, resulting in a space that feels secularly holy.


1. Neojedha: the dojo (attn. Jyn Erso, K-2SO, Revan, OTAnyone who wants to stop in while the place is active)
2. Haven: the safehouse (closed to Jyn, Kay, Revan)
3. The Bridge: between them (closed to Jyn Erso)
4. Outside: the street, the back alley, the fire escape, the roof, etc (OTA - WHAT a proper prompt)
5. The world: NPC neighbors and friends (if you ever come while they're closed and ask the neighbors about the dojo's staff, this is the info you'll get)



[+ image references: Colleen Wing's Chikara Dojo from "Iron Fist" …babeh]

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[kestreldawn]

"Mm, I did," she replies, voice still scratched and lullabyed with newly broken sleep. "Sort of took a bit of a journey, there, through a handful of .. very happy memories. The few that I have." The electrical circuits of her brain complete their loop, and she realizes what he's asking and, more importantly, what he's implying. Her brows stitch together with concentration and slight confusion. "Did - you see it all, too? Were you with me?" she asks, eyes sweeping over his features. "I'd felt this .. warmth, this presence, I guess, at my side the whole time. One that made me feel as though I'd not been alone, even when I was." The muscles around her mouth, nose, and eyes all relax in a gentle wave. "Was that you?"

[candor1]

"I think so." I hope so. "The grass on Skuhl is like an ocean?"

So long a person (or two people) could lie down in it and be hidden from all, completely submerged in the breathable sea. The dream hadn't felt erotic at the time—no more than it felt like everything else—but he feels his body being demanding again and tries to ignore it. He doesn't want to make her absolutely sick of him.

(Had he been this insatiable last life? …no, but that life had been warring and not his own. Even without acting on every drive, it's good to let himself see that they exist and what they are.)

"I'd like to try that again tonight," he said softly into her skin, "if you do." …And every night. He had a lot of missing ones to make up for. Even without that, war-scarring on his brain or not, he was fully decided never to spend another apart from her as long as she wanted him there.

[kestreldawn]

"Yes," she says with a bright, luminescent grin. "The grass grows quite high, and it's blue-green in color. Looks very much like an ocean as you're descending down onto the surface, or even while you're walking through it all. Sometimes, I'd lie in it and pretending I was floating on the sea back on Lah'mu."

His words, breath, voice prickle her skin like a floating length of gossamer fabric, enveloping and cocooning her.

"I'd like to follow you next time, if you'd let me," she whispers in return, running her fingers up the length of his arm to his shoulder.

[candor1]

His mind is already reeling out possibilities. The night sky on Ttaz. The wildlife on Lothal. Alderaan. The trees of Pakrik Minor. Scipio without the actual temperature. Hopefully he'll have the control to make them happen. Maybe eventually graduate to places where they could enjoy the beauty but leave out things that had happened on them.

He lets out a breathed laugh. "I've never looked forward to dreaming before." Gathering her closer against him to kiss her face. It was hard to remember that there were some of their spacefaring number who chafed at being 'stuck' on this one planet. But without actual space travel, they were getting more freedom, unburdened by the real dangers and politics of the galaxy, just to remember and share it. "We'll be explorers."

[kestreldawn]

Everything. Anything. Whatever you'll show me, whatever you'll share with me. I'll take it. I'm here.

"Like political opinions, I wasn't often afforded the luxury of dreams, either." She knows he'll understand how sleep, like food, like breathing, like heartbeats, eventually becomes a necessity. Even when one would rather avoid the hassle of sleep all together, because there's too much to do, because there are too many chances of being killed while down. She dreamt often as a child, before Krennic stepped foot on Lah'mu. Once with Saw, she was often so exhausted that she didn't have the mental or physical energy to bother with dreams. Or, at the very least, she never remembered them. It usually felt as though she'd shut her eyes and woken up in an instant the next morning. A few nightmares creeped through, of course; they always liked to make an appearance now and again. But dreams .. these kinds of dreams - let alone shared dreams - were nothing more than a wish.

Until now.

"Mm," she murmurs under his lips and at his words. "I don't want to insert myself in the times you'd rather be alone, but .. when you'll let me, promise you'll take me with you?"

[candor1]

He understands. And holds her all the tighter.

I never want to be alone again. Not without you.

"Always," he murmured.