The day or two since Jyn had been back were almost numbing. Part of her felt depleted, like all the air had been sucked from her body, as if the blood and bones had been reduced to ash, and she was hollow now. Returning home had meant certain death, but being placed back in this city wasn’t the afterlife anyone could have imagined.
First she tried to track down Obi from their old place, their old life together. It was harder to connect the pieces of her life back when it had been so long since she was in the city. She had been alone again, though this wasn’t the first time. It was easy to fall back into a numb sort of feeling while she tried to restart her life here. The idea of a submissive who wasn’t Obi-Wan was a downright insult though, and she wasn’t about to even try to look for one. Nothing appealed to her here, not the winter weather nor the festivities.
But she needed things for her apartment, clothes, bedding, other types of necessities. That was the only reason she was at the market. If she could hole herself up in the Dominant high rise, she absolutely would. For now though, she was looking at a set of curtains, hand sewn at the one end of the market. She did well to blend in, her own jacket and vest pulled up. Jyn wasn’t expecting anyone to approach her, her back to the rest of the market while she inspected the quality. Her hair was pulled back into a familiar bun before she looked up to ask the vendor how much he was asking for the curtain.
Surprises for Sale, because I like the idea that they’re fated haha
First she tried to track down Obi from their old place, their old life together. It was harder to connect the pieces of her life back when it had been so long since she was in the city. She had been alone again, though this wasn’t the first time. It was easy to fall back into a numb sort of feeling while she tried to restart her life here. The idea of a submissive who wasn’t Obi-Wan was a downright insult though, and she wasn’t about to even try to look for one. Nothing appealed to her here, not the winter weather nor the festivities.
But she needed things for her apartment, clothes, bedding, other types of necessities. That was the only reason she was at the market. If she could hole herself up in the Dominant high rise, she absolutely would. For now though, she was looking at a set of curtains, hand sewn at the one end of the market. She did well to blend in, her own jacket and vest pulled up. Jyn wasn’t expecting anyone to approach her, her back to the rest of the market while she inspected the quality. Her hair was pulled back into a familiar bun before she looked up to ask the vendor how much he was asking for the curtain.