Fandom: Star Wars Andor
Rating: Teen and Up
Chapters: 1 of 1 Pairing: Vel Sartha/Cinta Kaz
Words: 478
Additional Tags: Vel Sartha POV, Vague Fluff/Angst, Earrings, Cinta Kaz Lives, 30 Days of Writing, Ficlet
Summary:
If it made Cinta smile, Vel would declare the earring a holy symbol of Chandrila, proclaim the celebration of it as a national holiday, and force the rest of the galaxy to join in.
Cinta had been wearing a speanie for half a day before Vel, bemused by her wife's sudden change in style, asked why.
Throughout the early years of their relationship, Cinta had always been hard to read. Even now, she was fairly inscrutable to most. But as she turned away from her task at dicing carrots, Vel couldn't ignore the way Cinta's dark eyes darted from Vel back to the chopping board before doing the circuit all over again. It seemed years of peacetime had left her out of practice in subterfuge.
Vel, leaning against the doorway to their kitchen, grinned. "I don't hate it. It suits you!"
Cinta's gaze finally settled on her. Vel, knowing she was hopeless to resist, wriggled under the weight of it. All she had to do was remain steadfast, and patience would be its own reward.
Her hunch was soon proven correct when Cinta sighed, put the knife down, and carefully pulled back the ends of the hat to tuck it back from her right ear.
Vel blinked. Oh.
"Is it alright?" When Vel didn't answer straight away, ensnared by the golden glint of the dangling earring embedded in Cinta's right ear, the other woman turned away, hand moving to yank down the cloth of her hat.
Vel, quicker than a bolt from a stormtrooper's blaster, grabbed Cinta's wrist. Her lover didn't tense, not like she would have back on Ferrix, but Vel stroked her thumb over the bone as gently as breath on a mirror.
"Let me see?"
The plea was soft, but somehow Cinta, slipping from her grasp to turn towards her, chin ducked down and her arms crossed over her chest, felt even softer to witness.
Vel pressed her palm to Cinta's cheek. When Cinta didn't throw her off, she trailed her fingers towards the speanie's rim and tugged until she could see gold again.
"It's beautiful." And it was. It was the shape of a corvo feather; the ends of its barbs were bespeckled with green gems, and from a lifetime of being around people lousy with riches, it was possibly the most expensive thing Cinta had ever bought for herself.
From the way Cinta worried her bottom lip with her teeth, Vel had a feeling that the other woman knew that too.
"It's frivolous."
"So what? You're allowed to be."
"It's—" Cinta's mouth fell to a close when Vel, tentative but sure, wrapped her arms around her wife's neck and pressed a kiss to the feather. When Vel withdrew, the corner of Cinta's lips were fighting hard to remain neutral. "You like it."
Did it matter if she did? If it made Cinta smile, Vel would declare the earring a holy symbol of Chandrila, proclaim the celebration of it as a national holiday, and force the rest of the galaxy to join in.
"Like it?” She brushed her lips over Cinta’s. “Love it."
