childofrebellion: (unexpected)
Cassian woke up to static, that didn't make sense. When he opened his eyes, he thought he saw something shining in the darkness. He turned on the light, reaching for the blaster by this bed, and saw someone sitting in the shadows.

"You heard me," The voice was familiar and thready.

Cassian sat up with a gasp, he hated Milliways, "CT-473? No, Twist. How are you here?"

"Over the comms, you heard me. You remembered me. I didn't want to be forgotten. I can be here for a night," The clone, Twist, leaned slightly into the light. He had a tattoo curling down his face, it looked like it might be hiding a scar.

"W.what do you like to eat?" His father had been here before, this man was a strange but also not. He could keep remembering. After all, he'd never forgotten that night.

"Eat? Anything other than rations." Twist laughed, seeming surprised at the sound and watching the blaster in Cassian's hand.

Cassian set the blaster down and leaned against the wall, nodding his head to the ofrenda on a shelf. No images as he didn't have any but flowers and food for those he'd lost, "There's a tradition on my planet of setting out food for the dead, what they liked."

Twist stood up and Cassian could see his flight suit, not too different, but it hadn't been that long. Not even twenty years since the end of the Clone Wars, it just felt like parsecs away.

"Is this hot chocolate?"

"Yes, my father liked it," And Cassian still made it with his recipe.

"Palm fruit, always liked when I could get that on leave. They sometimes fried it up at 79s," Gently Twist touched one of the petals on the ofrenda and nodded. "Yes, leave some palm fruit for me."

Cassian blinked and the room was empty. He shivered and stood up to make himself something warm to drink.
childofrebellion: (eyes only for Jyn)
He'd fallen asleep over a book about the 1830s revolution at the little table in his room. A quiet noise, a spoon against a mug perhaps woke him and he saw someone sitting in the shadows. Cassian reached for his blaster as the figure moved into the light and it was his father, "Papa?"

"Cassian, mijo, look at you. All grown up," His father's voice sounded the same with that warmth that it had always had.

"Papa, you're dead," Paolo had told him, that his father had fallen standing for justice.

He saw his father sit and smelled hot chocolate, the way that only he knew how to make, "I know but tonight I can visit. See you, see the man you've become."

Cassian didn't know what to say and his father shifted his chair to be next to him. Then Cassian leaned his head to rest against his father. He was taller than his father now. Now he was close enough to get all the smells of home and safety, cinnamon, dried chiles, dirt and the ever present cold of Fest as his father smoothed his hair and said, "You look so tired. I never wanted you to be a soldier, Cassian."

"I'm sorry, Papa. I didn't know what else to do, how to fix things. How to do what you wanted and make the galaxy better. I don't know if I am," He couldn't look up, not to see his father being disappointed, he closed his eyes and held tight to this dream and home.

"Shh, you're my Cassian, brave and always trying," His father held him and Cassian felt safe for a time.

Slowly he sat up to truly look at his father who gazed on him with sad and tired eyes. This was some magic, something of Milliways, he didn't know why, but he wanted to see his Papa, "How long are you here?"

"Not long, and don't you hurry to join me," At his father's words, Cassian nodded and smelled the oil in his Papa's beard. He knew there must be something he should say but he didn't know what. All he wanted was to be here, safe in his Papa's arms.

As the dawn began to color the sky, Cassian shifted and found himself alone again. He went into the 'fresher and under the cover of a hot shower cried for his Papa and his home.

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