open rp post

[onlydoubts]

OPEN RP POST

1. comment with a prompt or starter

2. profit

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And MOOOOORE ages later!!! /sobs/

[candor1]

Cassian's great at taking care of others. Especially through PTSD. One of the things that made him a good trainer and recruiter.

He's utter crap at taking care of himself. …For himself. For a mission he can keep it together. Ridiculously well for ridiculously long. On his own…

…but he's not on his own.

With Bodhi's warmth, his touch, his patience, his reminder, Cassian tries to talk himself down as if he were someone else.

Move it down. Don't have to slow the breathing. Just move it down. Chest to stomach. …Okay. Good.
Now listen to mine. Try to match it.

That bit wouldn't…

Without quite thinking, eyes still closed, Cassian's hand moved… crossing over himself in a way that turned him, almost to face Bodhi, and, actually fumbling, but gently, always, found Bodhi's chest, and spread to press his palm there.

Alive. It's okay. He's alive.

And there's a rhythm. Heart, lungs. Follow them.

With a will, Cassian's breathing started to deepen and slow. His head bent forward, face averted, almost into Bodhi's shoulder.

[onlydoubts]

Being on the recieving end of the help, is less frightening. Or perhaps not, it's still terrifying. Watching someone else in the throws of panic is almost worse, though. He can only do his best and hope that's enough. Bodhi still feels his pulse spike as he lies there with Cassian, trying to help calm him down. He doesn't know all that the other man has endured -- any manner of dream or memory can set these things off.

So he waits, and when his hand presses against his chest, Bodhi gently places his own over it. Right here, Cassian.

It seemed to work, his breathing began to sound less erratic and shallow to him.

"... Cassian? You with me?"

[a gazillion years later, if still interested - invitation without expectation <3 ]

[candor1]

Bodhi's hand pressing his own was the permission he needed. What the hell. Cassian let his forehead touch Bodhi's shoulder, and closed his eyes there.

"Are we on Hoth?" he murmured, through a mouth suddenly dry. "If yes… yes. If not…"