HIDDEN AWAY β¦ Blade x reader β¦ wc: 715
Summary: Silver Wolf decides to open a box of Blade's stuff
Warnings: 4.3 spoilers. Not much in terms of big plot points but this does take from a specific scene.
βAre you sure we should be going through this?β You ask nervously as Silver Wolf pulls out a box that resides next to the couch. βBlade could be back any second.β
βElio sent him out on a mission. Nowβs as good a time as any to see what heβs put in here,β Silver Wolf counters. The box has been lying around for a while. Kafkaβs even been using it as a footrest, but no one knows where it came from. After you, Silver Wolf, Kafka, and Firefly all denied ownership, that only left one person.
βGuys?β You look to the remaining Stellaron Hunters for help. Kafka says nothing, clearly content to see what Silver Wolf will pull out of the box. Firefly looks slightly nervous like you, but her curiosity seems to have overcome her worry, and she also doesnβt protest.
βThree versus one it is!β Silver Wolf takes that as the go-ahead to lift the lid, and your heart goes frantic at the idea of Blade finding out, but even you can't help but lean forward to take a look at what he could possibly be keeping in a box that's been hidden in plain sight.
The items inside are random to say the least. The first thing that draws your eyes is a sword lying in its sheath. It's well-craftedβundoubtedly Bladeβs work. It bears a similar resemblance to Kafkaβs katana, a spider forged into the hilt.
Lying beside it is a game controller. The silver, blue, and purple hues reflected on its surface instantly make you think of Silver Wolf. Glancing at said girl, itβs obvious that she is thinking the same thing.
You see Fireflyβs eyes dart towards a strange metal object. Youβre not quite sure of its purpose, but it does looks like her SAM suit.
And lastly, you see a cat scratching post. That one almost gets a laugh out of you.
None of you say a word, staring at the objects. Bladeβs always felt distant. Heβs quiet, but he gets whatever his job is done quickly and efficiently. Sometimes, you canβt help but wonder if itβs all a means to an end. Is he simply looking towards the death he constantly seeks after years of immortality?
No. Heβs been looking at Kafka. At Silver Wolf. At Firefly. At Elio.
He endures Kafkaβs teasing and nicknames. He carries Silver Wolfβs bags when she goes shopping and makes sure she eats after hours of gaming. He chats with Firefly in the car.
He touches you almost too gently, like heβs afraid youβll suffer the same fate that others have at his hands. He always looks out for you on missions, sword at the ready to protect you. He indulges your whims, letting you drag him along on whatever outing you wish to go on.
And you can't help but notice there isn't something for you.
βI think this oneβs yours.β Silver Wolf breaks the silence, practically reading your mind and reaching in to pull out the smallest object in the box; one that was hiding in the shadows below the others. She holds out a small black velvet box that you receive with shaky hands.
Curiosity gets the better of you before you can stop yourself from opening it. Inside is a silver ring. It looks simple at first, but as you hold it closer, you can see the faint pattern of flowers and vines, like spring has bloomed across its surface. As you imagine how many hours Blade spent twisting the metal into the perfect shape, your heart twists inside your chest.
He's been looking at you too.
No one brings the box up again, not to each other or to Blade. The three of you pack it up just as it was, and it returns to its usual place beside the sofa. But ever since that day, you find your eyes drifting towards him, trying to catch a glimpse of the things he has hidden away so deep in his heart just like you did that day.
"Is something wrong?" Blade asks in his usual monotone when he sees you looking his way.
"Nothing at all." Your gaze leaves him abnormally fast at being caught.
You fear you're not as good at hiding what's hidden in your own heart.
