@dromii gets something they neither want nor asked for
Wrapped in love, what a way to be.
The chilly spring air reminded her of that night, for some reason, it lingered in her mind more now than it had before. The sun had long gone down, the canyon air nipped as she got out of the car at the end of the road. She doubted that they had found the car by now, abandoned on the side of some dirt track in the middle of the Mojave desert. It was the only trace left of her in her home world.
A hand brushed hair back from her face, soft despite the calloused hands, fingers through tangled hair as she opened her eyes, she wasn’t sure if it was from a dream, or a day dream, but either way she could feel the memory pulling at her, attempting to unravel whatever was caught up in it.
She had been shot like a bullet, a Hail Mary under the full moon, without either a destination nor a map. Despite, how the skies had said goodbye to her, there was no light left on for her. A one-way trip, that would hopefully save more than one world from a silent enemy, a monumental task to entrust to a young women with a bow, with no ceremony. No one would ever know, there would be no monumental, no memorial, no memory of the task she was undertaking, and no option but to be okay with it.
Eyes speckled green, like staring into the ocean, or at the planet itself. Eyes that were so deep that sometimes she feared that she would fall into them and never escape. She hoped so, didn’t want to escape. She could drown in him, in this ocean of love and emotion that she never expected to ever experience. Sometimes, she still felt unprepared for it. Out of her depth even.
Her cheek brushed against him, before she buried her head in his side. There was something beautiful in the silence, that she had never heard before. She had never liked silence. Never liked the quiet. They were signs of loneliness. The stark moments in her own where she realised she was alone. Now, the silence had taken on a different meaning, it was contentment. It was being comfortable with someone, being able to communicate with nothing. The comfort of their warmth and company. The feeling of someone knowing your soul.
It was so foreign, and yet so glorious, there was still a part of her that was terrified, that this feeling would slip from her fingers at any moment. All her life were moments that she had missed. Spent most of it waiting in line, doing the right thing, making the right choice for everyone else but herself. There had never been this option. There had never been spring get-aways, and happy moments, and sitting doing little in the spring sun, there was never…something this close to a family.
No, this was family.
These were the picket fence moments and TV show moments. They were the stories her friends had recalled with laughter, about that time their father took them fishing, or eating watermelon and their mother not minding the mess, they were the memories she’d never got to make.
“I don’t ever want this to end.”
Arms wrapped right around her, she didn’t realise how pained the statement sounded, almost frightened. Still, he knew the exact place to kiss, thumb traced her cheek, was enough to drag the tension from her body, she melted under his touch. Her head lulled back slightly as she closed her eyes, air left her lungs.
A deep breath, chilly spring air and him, she could have sworn she was drunk on him. Still, she wondered if this feeling would ever go away, or if it was the worry peoples spoke about? That strange niggling concern you had for someone you loved. Why parents checked up on their kids. Why you texted someone when you got home.
One stupid joke later, laughter fell from her lips, not so long ago, all of this would have felt so different. These long nights, would have been painful. Time was something she hated, she would have wished them away, without wanting touch or company, buried in work or quests. There was no point in such distractions now.
Now all they had was time.
