saiyanomaly said: ❣ @ cheelai
random kiss | accepting.
a sad / crying kiss. if you’re wondering, this was written to this song.
it isn’t often that cheelai finds herself in these moods. usually keeping herself busy, the idea of downtime was a welcome change. too much, however, and she might drown in it as she was now. guilt would find it’s way into her heart and it was too much. everything became too much.
being apart of frezia’s army, no matter the reason, wasn’t okay or easy for most. people and creatures alike had suffered at the hand of the very man she served. yet, being apart of his empire offered bounties of perks, most doing it for power or immunity. cheelai fell into the latter. the only real reason she finally left was because with broly on her side, no one could harm her.
that very reason only deepens her guilt. was she using him? the small alien doubted herself, trying to coping with the fact that for the first time in a very long time, she cared for more than her own being. truly, deeply, gut - spilling - ly cared. while befriending and protecting him had nothing to do with an escape from the army, it certainly went in her favour. with logic no longer applying, it consumed her: it let the negative emotion seep into her core, her veins - poison the very smile that she was often seen with.
lemo has seen this before. while rare, the image of the girl allowing herself to fall into her insecurities had occurred before. usually lasting a few days before she would pull herself above the water and continue living as she did prior.
broly, however, had yet to. it’s been hours since she's moved from the bed. curled in on herself, her face is a deeper shade of green around her eyes; puffy, splutched, and irritated from crying. it makes her sink worse; full of self pity and an empty stomach, something she wonders if broly notices as he approaches the bed being as the bowl of soup lemo had made her sits idol, cold, and clearly untouched. cheelai remains laying on her side for a few moments before deciding that hiding from him would be near useless and likely only make the situation worse. she then sits up and turns to face him, legs draping off the side of the bed as she moves to sit on the edge of it. when she reaches up to place a hand on his cheek, he leans down, nuzzling it and looking at her in a way that cheelai can only assume is an expression of question, overall curiosity, and worry. she forces herself to smile as well as tries to let out a laugh, however only succeeds in tearing up once again. the alien sounds broken, tone full of an emotion that had yet to be used with him.
❝ hey . . . ❞ it’s said softly, a near murmur. had anyone else been in the room, it would’ve been in question as to whether or not the word was really spoken. following her touch, she gently pulls him into a kiss before resting her forehead against his. while titeless, their relationship resides somewhere akin to dating. but to her, it feels so much more surreal. it felt private, a bond that existed somewhere outside of a label. she places her both of her hands on his cheeks. just having him close sets off a much needed wave of calm over her nerves, and suddenly, she feels sleepy. the toll of hours spent alone and upset finally coming to a close. ❝ . . would you mind if we cuddled? ❞
