[ jyn's sitting by the edge of the river in a pair of shorts and a thin long sleeve shirt because short sleeves are for chumps, bare feet dug into the muddy riverbank. her shoes are set a safe distance away.
she offers ian her perfunctory approximation of a smile. ]
Hey. What's a kazoo?
[ she doesn't pronounce it properly, pitfall of only having read it before and not having kazoos in space. maybe the empire suppressed the kazoo movement. ]
[ wow ian why are you asking jyn about her power like she knows how to use it and isn't just winging this one constantly the audacity. jyn makes another face. ]
Stitches? That's barbaric. Do they dissolve?
[ wouldn't his injuries heal around the stitches? are there humans walking around with thread inside their bodies? what the fuck is wrong with this planet??? ]
In any case, he pulls a face and looks over as best he can at the bandage on his shoulder. Starts carefully peeling it off, the tape tugging on arm hair.
It's a mess. One particularly deep trench in the center of two more shallow ones, all three of them in the early stages of healing. They don't look infected, but they do look... wet. The center has five stitches that have been knitting it closed for a couple of days. ]
Yeah, no, these aren't the dissolving kind. These are the kind you pull out.
[ okay, earth, go ahead and get in the river if you're gonna be a silly goose. ]
We'll need to have them out, yes. [ it's probably going to hurt but she is determined now that ian isn't sewn up like a torn sock. she is going to buy him liquid bandage.
she stretches to prod at the wound, her fingers cold. a built in ice pack, but also everything feels dangerously warm to her. it smells only like blood and that is a good sign. drawing back she shifts to unhook her faux-leather bracelet, flicking open the knife that was disguised as a leaf charm. ]
[ jyn has a feeling this man is a little bit like what han was like as a young man. is it in part because sometimes jyn daydreams about simply covering his mouth with her hand so he will shush? yes.
but she was fond of han and her normal approximation of a smile becomes a real, albeit small, smile. ]
You did stop the simulation, you and Tommy. [ they can SHARE. ] I don't think you'd be blamed for taking a victory lap.
[ once she has her new scalpel leaf, she delicately slices the threads of the stitches, carefully pulling them out. she has shit bedside manner for sure, but staven made her rewire her detonators so often that her hands are steady and sure with finicky details. ]
[ It's okay Jyn, like a lot of people dream that. Sometimes even the people who simultaneously want to sleep with him. It's a pretty conflicting issue to deal with, he acknowledges it.
He also doesn't care. Love him, he's hilarious. A happy chocolate lab or like a golden retriever or something.
He huffs a laugh - whether it's about the victory lap or Tommy, hard to say. He never bothered correcting that kid when he asked if he helped at all swinging that metal pole around uselessly.
Just let him have that one.
The only sound Ian makes as she pulls them from his tender wound is an audible exhale through his nose, and a careful tightening/relaxing of his bicep. ]
Not that I'm gonna be picky either way, but does this thing you're doing leave a scar behind or is it like... total healing?
[ could she elaborate that she's only done this three times and honestly has no idea how weak or strong it could be? sure. she isn't going to, but she could. the tiny needle pinprick in the crook of his elbow healed without a scar and so had cassian's compound fracture and also the burn from the facility, but those she had healed almost immediately and cassian is special.
it has been days since new magellan, ian's body has started healing on its own... who knows.
straightening up, she tiptoes down into the river, water pooling around her knees. ]
[ Ah yes, this is the most innocent tone anyone has ever heard. So mild, so innocuous, certainly could not be making an innuendo.
Not that it'd get him very far with all this gross exposed fillet on his shoulder.
Ian has the good sense, at least, to dip down and tug his shoes and socks off. The only thing worse than an alien fucking apocalypse is walking around in wet socks and shoes. Pants get rolled up to the knee, and then he steps down into the water with her. ]
[ a smirk crosses her face before she tries to school her expression into disinterested neutrality. she is not a spy, it doesn't super work. ]
Keep it in your pants.
[ her hands have to stretch almost straight up to reach his shoulder, but after a second her cold finger touch his skin again and the blue light flares in her chest. water slips across her bare skin and under her clothes like ribbons until it pools under her hands, warm and soothing. ian's wound stitches together under her touch, pain dissipating almost immediately. it is, however, replaced with jyn's emotions -- determined and nervous with a thread of hesitant affection.
jyn doesn't know how long it takes, seconds or minutes, but eventually she intuits that her power has done all it can and her hands fall, the blue light and the warm feeling going with it. she puffs out a breath and takes a couple steps to sink down on the riverbank. ]
[ He lifts his hands a few inches in surrender - yes ma'am, the pants are staying on and closed. It's in good humor, though. It's that light and easy countenance he wears whenever they're not... getting attacked by fucking monsters.
And then comes the healing, warm and erasing an ache he'd been dealing with as background noise for days. He sighs out relief audibly through his nose, closes his eyes to savor it.
And then it's gone, leaving behind only three scarred lines. He can live with that. He's told scars are supposed to be sexy. ]
Thank you.
[ Spoken sincerely, and... as for a tip, he reaches into his pocket and offers out...
[ so here's the thing -- jyn has never had stuff. the reality of a transient lifestyle meant no material belongings to tie her down, stuffed animals lost to the fire, blaster and knife lost to a way out of a planet under siege. she's only ever had her mother's necklace and even now in new amsterdam, her apartment is not cluttered with things.
what she does have are gifts from friends; sketches from clarke, weapons from daisy and cassian. a kazoo from ian now, taking it carefully from his hand. it's just a stupid children's toy but for someone who doesn't have stuff it feels like something more.
[ a soft laugh, tired, she gives a little wave of her hand like she is giving him the go ahead to leave and show off his range of motion and neat new scar while she calls cassian to come bring her home because she is exhausted. ]
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yeah, I can get there
when?
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she offers ian her perfunctory approximation of a smile. ]
Hey. What's a kazoo?
[ she doesn't pronounce it properly, pitfall of only having read it before and not having kazoos in space. maybe the empire suppressed the kazoo movement. ]
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Maybe for the first time gives away the fact that he's pretty fucking swol, which tends to surprise people given that he's a dumbass nerd.
At the question and by way of greeting, he holds up a finger and digs one out of his pocket.
It's the most god awful sound on the planet, second only to the recorder.
Which, by the way, he can turn this into with his power. So. Who's got the last laugh there mrs. water shield?? ]
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On second thought, I don't want to know anymore.
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Yeah, that's about right. They're terrible.
[ He agrees easily, tucking it into his pocket as he meanders closer. ]
I love them, they're like the worst fucking instrument.
[ But anyway-- ]
Hey, some hot guy stitched up my wound in a bathroom. Do we need to take those out first?
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Stitches? That's barbaric. Do they dissolve?
[ wouldn't his injuries heal around the stitches? are there humans walking around with thread inside their bodies? what the fuck is wrong with this planet??? ]
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In any case, he pulls a face and looks over as best he can at the bandage on his shoulder. Starts carefully peeling it off, the tape tugging on arm hair.
It's a mess. One particularly deep trench in the center of two more shallow ones, all three of them in the early stages of healing. They don't look infected, but they do look... wet. The center has five stitches that have been knitting it closed for a couple of days. ]
Yeah, no, these aren't the dissolving kind. These are the kind you pull out.
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We'll need to have them out, yes. [ it's probably going to hurt but she is determined now that ian isn't sewn up like a torn sock. she is going to buy him liquid bandage.
she stretches to prod at the wound, her fingers cold. a built in ice pack, but also everything feels dangerously warm to her. it smells only like blood and that is a good sign. drawing back she shifts to unhook her faux-leather bracelet, flicking open the knife that was disguised as a leaf charm. ]
Can you make this thinner?
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Although, she's a little less good at the bedside manner than his last nurse. Still a looker, at least that's consistent.
His lips part.
And then close.
And then he levels her with the most earnest expression ever. ]
You're god damn right I can.
[ Time to shine motherfuckers.
He touches the little green leafy thing, and the blade goes longer, thinner. More scalpel-like. ]
Would some people call me a hero? Who am I to say?
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but she was fond of han and her normal approximation of a smile becomes a real, albeit small, smile. ]
You did stop the simulation, you and Tommy. [ they can SHARE. ] I don't think you'd be blamed for taking a victory lap.
[ once she has her new scalpel leaf, she delicately slices the threads of the stitches, carefully pulling them out. she has shit bedside manner for sure, but staven made her rewire her detonators so often that her hands are steady and sure with finicky details. ]
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He also doesn't care. Love him, he's hilarious. A happy chocolate lab or like a golden retriever or something.
He huffs a laugh - whether it's about the victory lap or Tommy, hard to say. He never bothered correcting that kid when he asked if he helped at all swinging that metal pole around uselessly.
Just let him have that one.
The only sound Ian makes as she pulls them from his tender wound is an audible exhale through his nose, and a careful tightening/relaxing of his bicep. ]
Not that I'm gonna be picky either way, but does this thing you're doing leave a scar behind or is it like... total healing?
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[ could she elaborate that she's only done this three times and honestly has no idea how weak or strong it could be? sure. she isn't going to, but she could. the tiny needle pinprick in the crook of his elbow healed without a scar and so had cassian's compound fracture and also the burn from the facility, but those she had healed almost immediately and cassian is special.
it has been days since new magellan, ian's body has started healing on its own... who knows.
straightening up, she tiptoes down into the river, water pooling around her knees. ]
Come'ere. Might have to get wet.
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[ Ah yes, this is the most innocent tone anyone has ever heard. So mild, so innocuous, certainly could not be making an innuendo.
Not that it'd get him very far with all this gross exposed fillet on his shoulder.
Ian has the good sense, at least, to dip down and tug his shoes and socks off. The only thing worse than an alien fucking apocalypse is walking around in wet socks and shoes. Pants get rolled up to the knee, and then he steps down into the water with her. ]
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Keep it in your pants.
[ her hands have to stretch almost straight up to reach his shoulder, but after a second her cold finger touch his skin again and the blue light flares in her chest. water slips across her bare skin and under her clothes like ribbons until it pools under her hands, warm and soothing. ian's wound stitches together under her touch, pain dissipating almost immediately. it is, however, replaced with jyn's emotions -- determined and nervous with a thread of hesitant affection.
jyn doesn't know how long it takes, seconds or minutes, but eventually she intuits that her power has done all it can and her hands fall, the blue light and the warm feeling going with it. she puffs out a breath and takes a couple steps to sink down on the riverbank. ]
Healthcare's free but I accept tips.
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And then comes the healing, warm and erasing an ache he'd been dealing with as background noise for days. He sighs out relief audibly through his nose, closes his eyes to savor it.
And then it's gone, leaving behind only three scarred lines. He can live with that. He's told scars are supposed to be sexy. ]
Thank you.
[ Spoken sincerely, and... as for a tip, he reaches into his pocket and offers out...
His kazoo. Waggles his eyebrows. You want it? ]
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what she does have are gifts from friends; sketches from clarke, weapons from daisy and cassian. a kazoo from ian now, taking it carefully from his hand. it's just a stupid children's toy but for someone who doesn't have stuff it feels like something more.
a childish idea she squashes down. ]
I was promised a concert.
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[ An original song he... never wrote, but if his bluff gets called he'll make one up on the spot. It'll be terrible. He will feel no shame. ]
I'll get back to you on that when I find an instrument that doesn't make your ears bleed.
[ A nod at the kazoo in her hands. ]
By the way, I definitely recommend practicing at two in the morning in the safe house. People love it.
[ They do not. ]
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[ a soft laugh, tired, she gives a little wave of her hand like she is giving him the go ahead to leave and show off his range of motion and neat new scar while she calls cassian to come bring her home because she is exhausted. ]