MORNING/STAR

“YES HONEY!”

a  finger  traces  on  nack’s  chin   /   tilting  his  up  to  your  face.   there’s  an  enthusiastic  spark  in  his  eyes   /   a  warm  smile  on  your  muzzle.   pulling  him  closer  to  you   /   lips  interlocking  for  a  second   (   a  moment   /   a  minute  or  two  passes   ).   pulling  away   /   tongue  licking  your  lips.

❝    do  you  want  to  sit  with  me   ?   i  am  just  sitting  here.    ❞   pats  an  empty  space  next  to  him  at  the  edge  of  the  roof   /   where  he  is  just  sitting  there.

❝    babe  it’s  4pm.   you  know  what  that  means.    ❞

He praises her — calls her amazing!!  — and her eyes go wide, cheeks flushing in time with blue eyes lowering to her lap.  OH, WOW.  It’s not that she’s never heard the word before; she’s a good medic (  instinctively rejects the title of BEST because she couldn’t be best, and she spent a long time learning that from less - than - gentle teachers  ) and the others praise her for her skill sometimes.  But none of them are HEROES like he is.

“— I’m nothing special, but…thank you…”

Her eyes stay trained on her hands — tangled and fidgeting in her lap.  Oh, shoot.  He does recognize her, just a little bit.  Sucre can’t identify just why it is that she feels such a visceral sense of discomfort at the thought of him knowing where it is she comes from, but she’s learned not to question her gut.  SHE’S AFRAID OF THIS, and she’s usually right.

“Um —— m - maybe.”  She hedges.  She’s saved countless people within this town and despite her aversion to praise, that tends to generate talk.  (  when they aren’t talking about how quiet she is.  )  Either way, she spots an easy diversion.  “Everyone’s heard of you, though!  I - I’m — glad that you didn’t get hurt too badly helping us.”  A smile, sheepish but sweet, takes her lips, and she rubs nervously at the back of her head.  “It’d be no good if I couldn’t help a hero, right?”

ah   /   the  life  in  her  light  glows  at  the  praise   (   so  you  smile  something  warm   /   for  once   ).   nothing  special   /   you  understand  those  words  clearly.   the  people  around  you   /   even  her   (   they  call  you  hero   /   the  one  who  conquered  the  sun   ).   that’s  all  they’ll  ever  know  of  you   /   nothing  else.   not  the  emptiness  in  such  golden  eyes   /   not  the  lie  of  a  simple  smile.   all  you’ll  ever  be  known  for   /   is  that  title.

hero   /   in  the  end   ,   it  doesn’t  mean  much   ,   does  it   ?

@solfading  /  liked!

“Ah —— try not to move too much.”

She’s the best medic this town has to offer; not that Sucre would ever say as much herself.  But the others know it.  That’s why she’s the one that had been asked to help their rescuer — but she knows him.  WELL, EVERYONE DOES.  He’s famous.  Stopped the world from ending.  But she knew him before he was a hero.  She hopes he doesn’t recognize her…it’s awkward enough.

“Th - The wounds will take a — a little while to close, so…”

He’s gotten hurt helping the town militia defend against some errant badniks, and she’ll never forgive herself if he gets hurt AGAIN.  She’d patched him up, but it’s useless if he just reopens the wounds.

&   you  simply  hum   /   as  she  works  her  magic.   you  don’t  really  have  that  much  energy   /   yet   (   at  first  glance  you  seem  almost  kin  to  the  sun   /   radiant   /   despite  your  empty  golden  eyes   ).   all  that  moves  is  your  tail   /   as  it  quietly  swishes  back   &   forth  in  a  rhythmic  pattern.   there  were  many  other  medics  that  tried  to  operate  on  you   /   none  of  them  really  stood  out  to  you.   they  were  average  at  best   ,   so   /   it’s  really  there  fault  for  not  being  able  to  keep  up  with  you   !   can’t  they  tell  you  can’t  stop   ?   /   not  at  all   !   yet  sucre   /   despite  her  small  frame   &   shy  attitude.   the  weeks  went  by   &   yet  she  still  keeps  the  patience  to  keep  patching  you  up   /   you  think  you’ve  found  your  favorite.

❝    you  know   ,   you’re  pretty  amazing.   so   ,   i  guess  i’ll  take  your  word  for  it  this  time   &   sit  still  for  a  while.       ❞

one  would  describe  your  personality  as  eccentric   /   you  simply  like  doing  whatever  you  feel  like  honestly.   besides   /   you  can  see  it  in  her  stormy  eyes   (   the  despair  that  lingers   /   it’s  not  like  you  have  any  way  to  really  help  her   ,   but   /   you  suppose  you  can’t  help  but  try   ).