30 Day OTP Challenge - Day 25 Gazing into each other’s eyes
The cyborg still wasn’t used to the Feathercorp visor,
As he strode without the equipment covering his pale blues, people noted the hardened look in those eyes, how determined he seemed on a goal he couldn’t actually see.
Upon reaching the medical unit and seeing the samurai, new implants working fine, relaxed and well, that steeled look softened, and for a long time he sought his lover’s dark brown gaze from across the room. Finally, the younger moved forward, and it seemed he floated to the Cambodian, wrapping his arms firmly around his somehow-familiar new combat body. Still the pair were silent, holding one another and staring deeply into the colours that made up their entire world, remembering and experiencing the scents, sounds, textures that they had almost forgotten being so long apart.
Swallowing his pride, Monsoon was the first to break the silence, tears beginning to fall from the corners of his eyes as softened hands moved to wipe them gently away.
“I missed you so much,” he whispered, and his lips curved upwards in a relieved, affectionate, delicate smile. Dry yet soft and well-remembered lips caught his in the briefest of embraces. Tears mingled on their cheeks and noses and lips and the tips of their fingers and seemed to reflect and mix the colours of their eyes.
“I missed you, too.”
Pressing their foreheads together, they stood there for an eternity, seeking anything new in the other’s gaze, taking comfort in what was already there, drinking in the affection as though they might be parted once more and forget how it felt. Seeing defeat and self-loathing in his lover’s gaze, the Brazilian caressed his cheeks. In return, the Cambodian saw what he read as pity, and bowed his head in shame, jaw tightening.
“Ey...”
The Brazilian pouted, gently touching the scarred skin underneath his master’s jaw. It spoke volumes to their closeness that the ninja didn’t immediately and violently react. Somewhere deep inside there was a little relief that he hadn’t.
“You know I appreciate it... right? Everything you’ve done...” He knew the other didn’t like to directly discuss... much of anything. Too proud to wear his emotions on his sleeve. But it had to be said. The words didn’t match the sacrifice. Not by a long shot. Monsoon’s battered pride would take an eternity to heal, if it ever did. But he’d sold himself off to save the one he loved. And it was so deeply appreciated.
Shaking ever so slightly, those blue eyes came back into view, and for another long and glorious moment they simply gazed in silence, marvelling at the extra time they’d managed to cheat out of life to be together. Clasping Sam’s hand in his own, Monsoon took a deep, cleansing breath.
“I know.”
