[ Cassian had fallen asleep in a prison cell, barely a month into a six year stretch of hard labor at a prison where the security is... he hasn't figured out a superlative to describe it yet. Sadistic max.
Waking up here is disorienting. He's not really in the mood to dance. He's not even sure if he should feel relieved or guilty. So he finds an unoccupied seat in one of the gazebos and perches there, dark eyes darting about as he tries to make sense of this strange place. He shivers a little, and realizes that he's cold. ]
I Feel You
[ Once Cassian catches his bearings, he decides to explore. After the antiseptic isolation of Narkina 5, it feels good to be in a community again. It gives him a pang of homesickness he hadn't let himself feel in a while. His posture eases, and he moves with a little more confidence and not hunched over like he's expecting some new terror to surprise him.
Also food! All the food has flavor! He samples everything, savoring the taste of whatever he can get. When the spirit is offered, he takes it gratefully. ]
This is wonderful.
Is This Desire?
[ By the time he reaches the apple orchard, Cassian has eaten and drank his fill. So his willpower against the apple is stronger than it might have been otherwise. So he turns to whoever else has wandered out there. ]
Would you like to taste?
Dead of Night
[ Probably the most unexpected thing about his latest stint in prison is that the Empire had a vested interest in keeping him in excellent physical health while he was there. So he is in the best physical condition of his life. So even though some may have turned in for the night, he's still exploring and trying to learn more. Which is when he discovers something odd happening to some of the others. He approaches one who is suffering the affects of the vættir. ]
Hey, hey. [ He touches their arm lightly to try to ground them. ] Do you need... a drink of water, or something?
Cassian Andor | Star Wars: Andor | OTA
[ Cassian had fallen asleep in a prison cell, barely a month into a six year stretch of hard labor at a prison where the security is... he hasn't figured out a superlative to describe it yet. Sadistic max.
Waking up here is disorienting. He's not really in the mood to dance. He's not even sure if he should feel relieved or guilty. So he finds an unoccupied seat in one of the gazebos and perches there, dark eyes darting about as he tries to make sense of this strange place. He shivers a little, and realizes that he's cold. ]
I Feel You
[ Once Cassian catches his bearings, he decides to explore. After the antiseptic isolation of Narkina 5, it feels good to be in a community again. It gives him a pang of homesickness he hadn't let himself feel in a while. His posture eases, and he moves with a little more confidence and not hunched over like he's expecting some new terror to surprise him.
Also food! All the food has flavor! He samples everything, savoring the taste of whatever he can get. When the spirit is offered, he takes it gratefully. ]
This is wonderful.
Is This Desire?
[ By the time he reaches the apple orchard, Cassian has eaten and drank his fill. So his willpower against the apple is stronger than it might have been otherwise. So he turns to whoever else has wandered out there. ]
Would you like to taste?
Dead of Night
[ Probably the most unexpected thing about his latest stint in prison is that the Empire had a vested interest in keeping him in excellent physical health while he was there. So he is in the best physical condition of his life. So even though some may have turned in for the night, he's still exploring and trying to learn more. Which is when he discovers something odd happening to some of the others. He approaches one who is suffering the affects of the vættir. ]
Hey, hey. [ He touches their arm lightly to try to ground them. ] Do you need... a drink of water, or something?