For @lilhawkeye3ās amazing fic āRuby and Goldā Chapter 3.
He stops mid-stride, halfway to the door, not even needing to look back to see why she called after him because Chuchi has already risen to her feet and rushed to stand before him, the blaster left gently in the place sheād been sitting. He looked down at her in confusion to see her fumbling with something on her wrist, brow furrowed in concentration as she removed a thin, golden band. Something amuses her as she looks between it and him, and she paused to pry the gap in the solid bracelet further apart so it could fit around a wrist size larger than hers.
āIām afraid this wonāt offer much protection,ā she explained guiltily as she reached out to take his left hand from where it dangled by his side, holding it firmly as she slipped the bracelet on him between the gap in his hand and arm guard. The metal caught momentarily on his blacks when she pushed it a bit higher up his arm, until it rested out of sight beneath his arm guard. āBut it is all I have to offer.ā
The simple golden bangle becomes part of his uniform, hidden beneath his blacks so it presses snugly against his skin day and night. (His chest plate may protect bolts from reaching his heart, but Chuchiās bangle is the real armor keeping it safe.)
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I canāt help it, it was such a viceral visual in my head. The well-loved armor, with all itās scuffs and knicks, the weathered blacks and worn leather gloves, and then this pretty little gold bracelet. No gauntlet plate, so you can see Foxās gloves. The textures were fun to play with.