As I prepare to start posting my fic 'To The Grave With Me', I've been doing this fun writing exercise where I use photos of Joel as prompts to build a short-story around it. I thought I would post some of these on here just for funsies, so enjoy!
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You haven’t shared a drink with anyone since before the outbreak. Yet after a year in Jackson and catching his gaze lingering more times than you could count, he finally plucked up the courage to invite you to the Tipsy Bison.
After asking if it was some sort of community gathering or something, he looked confused and clarified it was just going to be the two of you. The idea tied your stomach in knots. Joel Miller, asking you out.
It took entirely too long to get ready, fussing over what to wear, even with limited belongings. Now, you’re running late.
As you step through the entrance, you see him— sat alone, shoulders hunched at the bar looking borderline humiliated. It’s obvious he’s beating himself up for putting himself out there and asking someone out. It’s the fucking apocalypse, who goes on dates while the world is ending?
You stand straight and take a deep breath before clearing your throat and approaching. He turns and catches sight of you, a glimmer of relief in his eyes that almost undoes you on the spot.
“Sorry,” you say with a smirk, pulling out a stool next to him to take a seat. “Traffic.”
A rough, startled laugh escaped him, softening his whole face. For once, Joel Miller looked like someone who couldn’t believe his luck, disarmed by the fact you actually showed up and that he now has a couple of hours alone with you.
Characters: General Hux, and his nameless/gender neutral date
Length: 983 words
A/N: Based on this prompt because drabbles are harder than I thought and I don’t know why I ever made a prompt list for them and I just really needed to write more words about this sad, awkward man...
Armitage Hux was not a patient man by any stretch of the imagination. But he was an anxious one, and perhaps just slightly ridiculous, too. It was his own fault, after all, that he had chosen to arrive a full forty-five minutes early, and thus force himself to endure the one thing he found most stressful in the galaxy: waiting.
He drummed his fingers on the table next to his drink, a tall glass of something pale and sparkly he hadn't bothered learning the name of. He'd been much too distracted by his own thoughts when the waitress had recommended it. The rest of his mannerisms were of a similar fashion: leg bouncing under table, eyes jumping between watch and door, tongue desperately licking very dry lips.
Hux was a natural-born leader; he had made his way to the top of the food chain with confidence, poise, and charisma. He'd commanded squadrons and spoken from podiums and stood alongside the galaxy's most powerful people.
But he had never been on a date.
A date with the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid eyes, no less. How he had managed such a feat was a question he refused to answer, just in case it turned out he actually hadn't.
When they finally arrived, it was like his every nerve was on high alert. He stood abruptly from his chair, creating a harsh scraping sound that echoed embarrassingly throughout the humble establishment. Thankfully his date didn't seem to mind, giving him a smile as they greeted him, politely asking how he was this evening. He stuttered out a word in response; he wasn't sure if it was Fine or Good because he thought of both at the same time and didn't actually hear which one ended up coming out of his mouth, not when his ears were so hot. Could a temperature be noisy? Apparently.
His date must have responded but he didn't catch that, either. They were shrugging off their coat and he then realized he should be a gentleman and help pull out their chair. He was overly cautious about the legs on the floor this time and avoided any further uncivilized sounds as he scooted it under them.
"This is so nice," his date was saying by the time he got himself back into his own chair on the other side of the table. "I've never been here before."
They looked around sheepishly, like they were admitting some kind of secret. Hux knew they were not exactly from an affluent background and would have most likely been intimidated by the ritzier places he was more accustomed to frequenting. He'd still chosen a nice place - he wasn't taking his first date to a bar for goodness sake - but it was smaller and quieter, as a comfortable compromise.
"Yes, it is nice," he said, focusing more on his manners than getting a conversation going. He realized his mistake too late as the silence between them settled in like a dense fog. He felt so distant and disconnected from the person across the table. This was a date; the opposite was supposed to be happening.
"So..." he started, only his date had opened their mouth with similar intentions and their words collided over each other in a clumsy mess.
"Oh sorry--"
"Oops--"
"Go ahead--"
"You first--"
"Um--"
Eventually they were saved from their fumbling by the waitress. Hux hadn't looked at the menu, even in the forty-five minutes he'd made himself wait for no reason. He only knew a few of the dishes from previous visits so he picked the first one he could find on his cursory glance of the page. His date smiled and said they would have the same. They trusted his taste, his judgment. He felt his chest swell a little at the thought.
"You were going to say?" Hux managed to get out first.
His date blushed and fiddled with their hair as they dove into a quick story about how they almost ran late due to a situation in their apartment lobby involving a security guard and a bird. Hux couldn't help but chuckle softly along with them, even though it wasn't a particularly funny tale. He was free here, free from heavy-handed expectations, and free to emote as openly as he chose. And he would gladly laugh at only mildly humorous anecdotes so long as they came from the person sitting across from him.
If Hux had recounted his first date ventures to a friend afterward, he would have stated the conversation flowed pleasantly from there, moving from topic to topic as naturally as if they had known each other for ages. But firstly, Hux didn't have friends. And secondly, it would have been a lie. He could easily schmooze a politician or discuss tactics with military commanders, but he could not seem to get the hang of the simple process of getting to know someone.
He stumbled over his words whenever they asked him a question. He dropped his fork in his food because his hands were too sweaty. At one point he simply gave up and excused himself to the refresher, despite his cocktail still remaining neglected. Time seemed to drag on and on.
And yet, regardless of his nerves and his awkwardness and his sweat, he couldn't say he was miserable. No, misery belonged to his childhood, enclosed by those cold, heartless walls of his father's rooms. This date, shared with a person whose eyes he was convinced shone brighter than any known star in space, was far from misery or even mundane neutrality.
That's why, when the food was later cleared and the bill paid and the crisp evening air met their still-blushing faces, Hux was able to forget each and every uncomfortable moment as he looked down at them and asked to do it all again a second time.
(part 3/? of popstar!Cas/fan!Dean; read part one, part two)
They talk every night. Sometimes for only a minute or two, Cas gives him an update, “I’m in California,” “I’m in Michigan,” “I’m in New York.” Enough for Dean to know he’s made the trip and safe and happy and has to go do a show now. Sometimes they talk until the sun comes up. Dean tells Cas about his life in a small town, about his mechanic job, about Sam. Once, in a quieter moment, Dean tells him about his mom.
“I miss her,” he says.
Cas says, “She would have been proud.”
Dean tells him all about the boring aspects of his life: went to the coffee shop today, stood in too-long a line for overpriced coffee. When he relents, “I’m sure you don’t want to hear about this,” Cas shoots back with, “It’s normal. Sometimes I miss normal.” Softer, he adds, “I love listening to you talk.”
Dean ignores that last bit, because his face is burning and he doesn’t know what to say. “Well, why don’t you come see me sometime? I’ll take you on the most boring, normal date of your life.”
He half-means it as a joke. He knows Cas is busy with the tour, and he didn’t exactly pitch himself very well. Boring, Dean? Really?
So when Cas says, “Okay,” Dean’s more than a little surprised.
He stammers his reply, “O-okay. Good.”
It’s a week later and today’s the day. They’ve talked about it every night. Dean’s got it all planned. Still, when he opens his front door and finds freaking world-famous superstar Castiel standing on his front porch wearing a black leather jacket and tight jeans, Dean’s breath hitches. His heart races. It’s too surreal.
And he’s nervous, been that way for a full week. They’ve talked on the phone a lot, sure, but they haven’t seen each other. What if Cas decides he doesn’t like the look of him anymore? What if -?
“Hello, Dean,” Cas says, his smile gentle and his eyes bright. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“Yeah,” Dean says, and clears his throat. “You, too.”
Cas has a small overnight bag beside him. He can only stay one night before he’s got to get back. They put it inside, then Dean leads Cas out to his Impala.
“She’s beautiful,” Cas says. “Just as you described.” A pause. “Many, many times.”
“I didn’t mean to...” Dean glances at Cas, sees the smile there and knows he’s joking. “Yeah, well. Baby deserves all the attention.”
Dean drives them to his favorite diner. Fortunately he had the presence of mind to set the radio to the rock station the night before. All of his Castiel albums were tucked safely under his seat. No accidents there.
He couldn’t account for the diner radio, however, and Castiel’s voice greeted them through the speakers as they walked through the front door. Dean gets embarrassed, maybe they should just leave, but Cas doesn’t seem to mind. He’s glancing around the room, eyes stopping at a booth where a little girl is singing along.
The waitress seats them. Dean asks for the corner booth. She’s looking at Cas a lot. When they sit in the booth, the next group over looks too.
“What should I order?” Cas asks, burying his face in the menu.
“Their burgers are the best.” Dean says. A girl at the counter is getting out her phone. “Cas -”
“I’m sorry,” says someone, and suddenly there is a teenage boy by their table. “But you look just like... Is there any chance you are...” The boy’s face is going redder by the second.
“Oh,” Cas says. He lowers the menu. “Would you like a picture?”
The boy nods so hard he looks like his head might bobble clean off his neck.
“I’m sorry, Dean,” Cas says. “Do you mind?”
“No, man. Of course not.” Dean’s not a monster, after all. He wouldn’t deny this kid a picture with his idol. Especially because Dean would have hoped for the same thing, if he’d been that teenager.
By the tenth picture, Dean’s starting to feel a bit more monstrous. The waitress distracts him, approaching him for their order. Dean orders for both of them, “Two burgers with the works.”
By the thirtieth picture, Dean’s about to go green and turn into the hulk. Cas has already taken pictures with the whole place, and now that teenage boy is back again for round two. Cas’s burger is on the table and its getting cold. Dean tried to wait to eat his, but it smelled so good and he hadn’t eaten all day - all week really, from his nerves - and... is anyone going to let Cas eat his freaking lunch?
This date is a disaster.
By the time his adoring public finally lets Cas sit down, his fries are limp and the top of his burger has slipped through the ketchup and mayonnaise and fallen straight off the patty and his plate. Cas looks at it where it sits unceremoniously on the table top, then up at Dean. He doesn’t say anything.
The waitress tries, “We can make you another?”
There’s new people at the door. They take one look at Cas and start coming over.
“I think maybe we should get back,” Dean says. They could make him burgers all day, and he’d never get to eat them.
Cas frowns, but nods. He follows Dean out of the diner, stopping only once more to take a picture with the new arrivals.
Dean gets to the car first. He sits behind the wheel and watches Cas interact with his fans. He’s got to be tired by now - and hungry - but he’s patient and kind. He shakes every hand, returns every hug. He loves his fans. Maybe too much. He’d let himself starve before turning them away.
The whole thing gets Dean fired up. His grip is firm on the wheel. When Cas gets to the car and closes the door behind him, Dean doesn’t even look at him. He starts the car and Baby comes to life with a roar.
They’re halfway home when Cas says, “I’m sorry about back there.”
“My fault,” Dean says. Cas had warned him, had told him normal wasn’t part of his life anymore. Dean didn’t believe him. He tried to force it. He should have been more careful, should have -
“I can get a hotel tonight,” Cas says.
Dean snaps out of his thoughts. “What?” At a red light, he glances over.
Cas’s curled into himself, shoulders down, gaze in his hands, fingers curled together in his lap. “You’re having doubts.”
“Cas, that’s not -”
“It’s fine,” Cas says, in such a sad, quiet voice that makes it clear it’s not fine. Not fine at all. “This is my life, Dean. I won’t turn them away. They are a part of me, and if you want to be with me...” He swallows. “If we really are going to try to make an us, they are a part of that. I’m sorry.”
“Cas.” Dean’s not good at this - this, talking about emotions. But God, for Cas, he has to try. “You got this all wrong, buddy.”
Cas looks at him, and his watery gaze makes Dean’s heart ache. The ache gives him courage. He can do this, for Cas.
For the two of them, and any future they might have together.
“I promised you normal, and I threw you to the wolves,” Dean said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how it would be. That’s on me.”
Cas’s face crumples. He opens his mouth to speak.
Dean holds up a hand. “Hear me out, okay?” When Cas’s mouth closes again, Dean presses on. “You spend all of your time taking care of other people. Your fans. Hell, even me. You’ve listened to me blabber on about everything, Cas, but what do I really know about you? You never even mention your family.” Dean knew, of course, that Cas was the youngest of many, many siblings, but he never heard any of it from Cas. “You don’t have to do that. Not with me.”
The tears are drying up in Cas’s eyes. “Everyone already knows everything about me. I didn’t think... you’d want to hear it again.”
“I want to, Cas.” Softer, “I love listening to you talk.”
The car behind them honks. The light’s turned green.
“You take care of everyone. You need someone to take care of you.” Dean licks his lips. “I want to be that person.” He shakes his head. That’s too presumptuous. “I want to try.”
Cas is silent a moment. Two. Then three, and Dean chances a glance off the road. Cas is smiling, and Dean’s whole world brightens back up.
“Now,” he says, eyes back on the road. “Let me take you back home and I’ll make you the actual best burger in town.”
Cas laughs a little. “Alright, Dean.”
Later, they are in the kitchen, Dean cooks Cas a burger on the stove while Cas watches over his shoulder. The closeness has Dean’s heart racing; Cas’s warm breath tickles his neck.
“I never learned to cook,” Cas tells him. “I never had to. My siblings always took care of me.”
Moodboard request for Mike and Jessica’s awkward first date after Bella turned him down
requested by: @sunshine-tea
Most first dates are awkward anyways, but this one was awkward for one reason; Jessica knew Mike only asked her out because Bella told him to. She was so excited just thinking about it earlier that day before Lauren told her the real reason he asked her. Jessica decided to just go because she’d had a crush on Mike for years, and if she couldn’t have Edward Cullen then he was the next best thing. Mike knocked on her door holding flowers and her heart melted. When they got to the restaurant, all Mike could think about was Bella. Jessica could tell. He actually made the mistake of calling her Bella and things went downhill from there. Jessica just wished to be home, curled up in bed.
The awkwardness is real and I am THRIVING. Talbott is so precious. Also took my character’s glasses off for this scene because why not??? RavenXPuff. Eagle and a cat. Clever and witty introvert with a punny dummy that likes to talk bUT Can’T In ThEse KinDs of SiTUatIOn’s.
HE LOOKS SO GOOD IN THAT SUIT THANK YOU JAM CITY FOR GIVING HIM AN OUTFIT OTHER THAN HIS RAVENCLAW ROBES.
*Arrives late with a Starbucks frappucino* I won’t even ask because being late is now my thing so *shrugs and slurps from frappucino*
Well, after being forcefully transferred non-officially to my new position in my work, my time to write has been reduced (not to talk about the whole stress that consumes my energy to write) so when inspiration/motivation hits I literally have to go overdrive before it expires. Which is why I’m not joining many fandom events, sorry guys.
anyways, this is inspired on true fact events that happened this weekend at home which got me to think “what if was Starco” and it got me giggling so much to think that I have to write and share this. And since the shoe fits, why not join @starco-week Day 1 and try fill in again? :D
So let’s go!
Fun fact: The part that was inspired in true events it’s in the tags, but I recommend you to look only after reading the whole thing ;)
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Murphy’s First Date
Marco let himself drop on Star's fluffy carpet. With the towel still on his head he tried to hide his face from her, frustrated on how the day went from awkward to a holy level of mess.
It was their first official date as a couple, but everything went down in the most awkward ways. First with both their parents wanting to tag along, it took them a run along the mall to lose them and get somewhere else, then they ran into Janna who was monitoring the date through one of the cameras in his hoodie. So while getting a new shirt and hood, they run into Ferguson and Alfonso, who decided to pay help Marco which was nice… until they left for their DND meeting and Marco realized they switched bags, leaving him with a elf costume he had to wear so Janna stop looking into his date.
So they finally get to tacos and made their order… And then Jackie and Tom arrived and sat by their table trying to find comfort and completely missing the fact it was a date by them (Marco couldn’t blame them when he’s wearing a freaking elf costume) because, one had a huge fight with her girlfriend and was afraid they would break up, and the other got stood up by his date. So instead of eating more tacos, Star and Marco ordered them to go and tried to calm down both the friends who were crying their hearts out and stuffing their faces on tacos.
That is, until Jackie girlfriend showed up and talked to her and they were making out right then and there (At this point he didn’t even know if he wanted to ask for them to take another table or just leave) and Tom's date (Janna?! Say what?!) Showed up eventually since she was late trying to fix her TV ("thanks, Marco." She had said and suddenly it got him that their date was spying on his somehow.)
It was almost night and things were a mess, but it was OK! Because he got Star, she was happily walking beside him holding his hand and they had some tacos to eat somewhere nice and finally things could be fine!
That was, until the thunder and sudden downpour went on them.
Holding her hand tightly and trying not to slip on the streets as everyone run for cover, Marco got in his house and search for his key… Which was on the hoodie he threw away with Janna embodied camera. He hitted his head on the door angrily as Star tried to call his parents by no results.
His parents got home ten minutes later finding them soaking to their bones as they waited by the door, trying to take cover in the little patio build there with no use (it almost could shelter one, two people was impossible). The Diaz opened the door to them, Star's parents walked in right after them carrying Mariposa under an umbrella.
He took a looked on the tacos in vain before throwing them in the trash for being soaked and ruined.
But the worst part, the worst of it all wasn’t the awkwardness, the shame or everything that went wrong. The worst was when he got her a towel and was about to tell her to take a shower to get warm and she began to sneeze.
Star got sick.
They stayed out in the rain for too long and she just had because a normal human, so it was only natural she as her body wasn’t used or weren’t prepared for such things as getting soaked in sudden cold rain, of course she would get cold!
And now here they were, sitting in Star’s fluffy carpet in the room she left ready for her visits in his house, as Star had her hair dried by her mother, curled under a blanket his mother gave and a hot drink (probably some mint tea by the smell of it) to try help her to avoid getting anything deeper than sneezing from cold.
Marco sighed frustrated as ever throwing the damp towel away as he finished drying his hair and left it a mess.
"Are you mad?" Star asked cautiously.
"Of course I am!" Hiding his face between his hands he confessed to her "I was right all along, I was a terrible boyfriend to Jackie and I a worst boyfriend to you!"
"Wait, what?!" Star put her mug with the tea down and took his hands away from his face "Marco, what are you talking about?"
"What am I talking about?! I am talking about this our first date as a couple being ruined!"
Star blinked at him "What?"
"Come on, everything that could be wrong today had gone wrong!" Marco pulled his pajama shirt up to hide his face "From our parents, to Janna, to Ferg and Al, to Jackie and Tom to the stupid rain and now you’re sick! I’m the worst boyfriend ever!"
Star smiled ever so lovingly at him, remembering how she fell for this dork. "Marco, you’re not the worst… You’re the best ever."
Gently, Star pulled his shirt down until it was down his neck and she could see his face again, but he avoided her eyes by looking to the other side.
"It’s not your fault… Actually I think it’s mine."
"What?" Marco asked confused looking at her.
"Well… I didn’t really think of this as our first real date or anything… I mean, dates are for couples to know each other and bond and we already have all that, we have for a long time… So when you told me we would go out, I thought it was, more casual hang out and stuff. So I told our parents and I might have let them think they were invited because wasn’t anything special… Like, you said ‘we’ as The Diaz and The Butterfly, not as Star and Marco."
"Oh…"
"Sorry, I should have asked before talking to your mother and kinda letting her think the same thing."
"No, it’s ok…" He sat up thoughtful, "I think I also should have let more clear, I never mentioned about movie and dinner, now that I think about it make sound like hanging out… I wanted to make it kinda like a surprise, but I should have at least let you known I wanted to be just the two of us.” He smiled at her.
Star nodded and went on, "Then about Janna… I asked her to record it." Marco blinked at her several times too shocked to speak, so she went on "I… Once she said about the cameras, I thought would be nice to have some recordings for us, so I asked her to record… But when you found out you got so freaked out I couldn’t tell you! So… I just let on mine." She looked at her lace pin soaked and frowned "But I doubt something survived the rain."
Marco rested his hands in top on hers and caressed gently "I guess, I did freaked out more than I should have…"
"You guess?" Star chuckled
"Fine, I screamed like a little boy wetting his pants for finding monster under his bed." He sighed "Recordings are fine, but we can do that ourselves Star. We can take pictures, videos and whatever else you want. Even contract Janna, but let me know first, OK?"
Star nodded and held his hands, "Then… There’s Ferguson and Alfonso."
"How you have anything to do with us switching bags?"
"Cause I was trying to recover your hoodie and the camera without you noticing, so I dropped the bags, but both looked the same and were zipped, I didn’t have time to look cause they came and I had to guess, so I went with the lighter one because I thought his costume would be heavier!" Star facepalmed herself "When you checked and I realized the mistake they were already off. I had sent a text for them, but they were on the road until few minutes ago, Ferg said he will get your hoodie back to switch."
"I don’t care much about the hoodie, I just didn’t want to make you feel a idiot walking around with a guy dressed as a elf for no reason… But didn’t work much."
Star laughed "I guess it didn’t."
Marco smiled and sat closer to her passing his arm around her shoulders and giving her cheek a gentle kiss that made her giggle.
"Wait, you don’t have anything to do with Jackie and Chloe’s fight, do you?"
"No! No, no no no. That was just an unfortunate coincidence for real. Though Janna did get late because I had asked her to go get the camera you threw away" she smiled ashamed.
He smiled painfully back, "Yeah we gonna need to make it up to Tom somehow even if I ruined without knowing. He deserve better."
His girlfriend agreed and held him closer, "I thought you got angry because after you threw the hoodie away you lost your keys and got wet… And I know you hate wet socks. So I was afraid to speak and getting it worse… I’m sorry."
He smiled at her and rested his forehead on hers, "I was angry that the date went wrong and you were getting wet. I was never angry at you… Well, maybe a little bit now, but it’s already gone knowing you meant well."
Star smiled at her boyfriend leaning up and touching his lips with her own on a longing kiss before snuggling into his embrace wrapping them both in the blanket.
"You know, we don’t need anything else. This is good."
Marco hummed in agreement caressing her back, "Yeah, this is fine… As long as I have you it’s OK."
Star smiled "With or without dates, we belong together" she giggled.
"That was super clichê" Marco laughed.
"Shut up."
For a while they stayed like that. Getting warm in each other arms and being just comfortable in each other. And for that moment Marco realize he really was too stressed on what he wanted them to be instead of what they are and taking that into the natural way. Star was right, they had their relationship a long way already, some things did change now they were a couple, but they become a couple by who they were and that could not change; if so what would be the point?
Yes, they had flaws and things to solve as any other, but they were just in the beginning and sincerely? Marco couldn’t wait to see what was to be in future.
They rearranged their position and he turned on his notebook in her room, choosing a movie to watch undercovers with her, and to be fair? This was as good as any date they could have. Maybe wasn’t fancy or epic, but they had each other and they were having fun watching some silly movie in the comfort of the home, and that was good enough for them. So what? They didn’t need anything else, opportunities for all the other stuff would happen eventually.
As he thought about all that, taking her shampoo essence and handing her tissues when she sneezed a few more times, he heard it. A squishy sound, so soft and low he almost missed if wasn’t for the silence in the room as he was selecting another movie.
"Star… Did you just fart?"
Suddenly looking like a red tomato, she looked down completely embarrassed "I-I guess that Taco didn’t get me so well… Sorry ha ha"
Marco laughed, "It’s ok, it’s very normal-" he was about to comfort her, when he stopped mid sentence and felt the smell looking at her horrified "I take it back, it’s not normal."
"What?"
"Star, you’re rotten" Marco said getting out the blankets.
"Marco!"
"Air! I need air!"
"It’s not that bad!" Star pouted getting more embarrassed.
"You can get worse than this one?!" He said surprised as he opened the door.
"Stop that!"
"Oh my God, Star!"
Star facepalmed herself, she was really being fart-shamed by her boyfriend? "Marco Diaz!”
"Marco!" Rafael called from the living room "What is this rotten smell?! Did you find the corpse of Mr. Cinnamon?"
Star wrapped herself under the blankets hiding embarrassed, as Marco replied "No, dad. Star just farted!"
She looked out the covers with a look that said betrayal to what Marco didn’t see as his back was to her.
"Oh my, that was a powerful one." Angie commented.
Marco suddenly took a moment to realize "Wait, corpse of Mr. Cinnamon?"
"Yeah, your hamster in Fourth grade stays for another time, Marco. Fix your girlfriend!" Rafael replied murmuring about turning the fans on and home essences.
Marco turned around and got attacked with a pillow by Star "I can’t believe you told them I farted!"
"What?!” He replied as he defended himself as he replied “They could smell!"
"Ugh! Marco Diaz, you’re the worst!"
Marco began to laugh as he knew she wasn’t serious just extremely frustrated on her embarrassment. Now this was more like them, switching from a sweet moment to awkward to laugh.
It would be a long and fun journey.
"We spiraled high on a gust of love!" Marco began singing as he got a pillow to defended himself of her pillow attack "And I knew right from the start, nothing could tear us apart… Until the day you farted hard-"
"Marco Ubaldo Diaz!" Star screamed at him angry. He began to fall down as if he was being dramatically defeated.
Now that he knew the truth, he wanted to treat her. Actually treat her. He was dressed in his nicer uniform. The dark blue suited him nicely. Growing impatient, he sat down. People passed by him often. After twenty more minutes, someone approached him.
“Excuse me? Are you Garrus Vakarian? A girl asked me to give this to you.” The stranger hands Garrus a note and walks away.
He read the note, stood and walked across the food court. He saw the place where she was hiding behind a wall. Seeing him she turned and slid down. Garrus approached her and smiled softly.
“I wasn't expecting you to be wearing a dress.” He offered her a hand.
“Sanguine dress.”
“Sanguine means being optimistic in a dark time.”
“It also means dark red.”
“Like your face?”
“it can't be red!” She turns around and hides her face.
He laughs and spins her around. Hugging her tightly. He tries to take her hands from her face, but she just becomes wrapped up his arms.
“Sanguine.” He smiles.
“Sanguine...” She blushes.
~*~
Sanguine. Means the color means blood red. Or optimism in a dark time. Nighthawk's dress is sanguine color. Archhawk or Nightangel for the ship name? No one still has any idea what Nighthawk's name is. Enjoy.
