HA̴͡C̀͡K T̵̷̛H̨͞E ́PL̸҉A̡N҉͟E̸͝T͏̸

                    “  they wont.  ”     & that was all she’d say on the matter.  if, by some strange miracle they did, hana wouldn’t forgive herself.  she’d ignore the doubt in herself; the doubt that her ‘friends’ wouldn’t accept her decisions.  it would eat her alive if she focused on it.  no thank you. 

                                        “  now i’m mildly offended that you weren’t going to say it.  ”     she’s joking; obviously.     “  when you’re hungry enough, even the scary stuff is edible.  like tasteless chicken.  or asparagus.  ”     she pulled a face before pressing a quick kiss against the girls forehead, nodding happily at the confirmation.     “  hurry, order some food.  before i melt into nothing.  ”

that was enough feelings for one day. at least feelings to that extent of vulnerability. ew. “hey, you know i’m always an option, chica.” wink. “didn’t realise i needed to say it.” cue a quick pause followed by a raised brow. “could always consider me dessert.” 

                    “  they can try.  they won’t DO IT, but they can try.  ”     hana knew what she felt; no amount of disapproval could change that.  she was her own person, her own thoughts, carrying her own l o v e.  if she could help it     (  she could, she knew it.  )     she would be the one that DIDN’T leave sombra. 

                                        there was a smile on her face, pleased at the admission.  it seemed like she was the ONLY one that believed hana held any sort of power.  everyone else just called her a kid.     (  so did she, but — she didn’t MEAN it, not really.  )     “  yes you were.  it’s YOU.  ”     it’s a compliment; no really.     “  anything that resembles food & doesn’t make me have to leave.  we could get sandwiches.  easy peasy.  ”

“you’re sweet, mija. i hope they won’t.” good god insecurities were gross. this was disgusting. this was a side she never wanted to see of herself again. she felt bad for doubting hanas feelings, because really, she wasn’t doubting the feelings, more so just the stubbornness needed to hold her ground against the others and their opinions. 

                    “  i care about how they’ll react.  not what they think.  ”     was it really that DIFFERENT?  she didn’t l i k e being insecure about what others felt for her.  it didn’t suit her well — at all.  so, the moment a kiss to her nose was placed, hana’s insecurities     (  primarily  )     washed away.  she didn’t need much; she believed the other.  

                                        FAITH was the least she could offer her.     “  i believe you.  if you did, i’d kick your ass.  hacked or not.  ”     she pressed a quick kiss to sombra’s lips & chin, smile returning to her face.     “  i’m hungry.  we… should get something to eat.  & don’t say YOU, because as cute as that is, i want actual food.  ”

“a reaction doesn’t last long, but if they don’t approve, they’ll always be trying to change your mind.” at least she assumed so. that’s how it always was. if you don’t fit to someone elses standard, chances are they’ll always try to change you. - to a degree. she wasn’t insecure, not at all, at least not about herself. was she terrified that eventually someone would say something and have hana change her mind? of course she was. 

          ‘   then maybe you should consider not staying up all night. i imagine looking at all those screens does wonders for your vision—— in which i mean it does nothing for your aim, chérie. you make it seem like i don’t have legs either — and last i remember, your translocator grants you faster travel than swinging around from my grapple hook… and your sleeping habits is not the only thing of a teenager that you need to fix.   ’

          ‘   —— must be why you’re so weak.   ’

lena really didn’t want to believe sombra. they didn’t talk, not peacefully anyway, but watching the other just take her punch had calmed lena down a bit, her posture relaxing a fraction. she sighed. “ya sure we can’t just punch each other love? i’m sure we’d be real good at that.” lena tried, with a weak smile. she was certain she wasn’t going to like anything sombra had to talk about. “i mean, i’m just sayin’ sometimes i think i need to try hang glidin’ sometime before i die, but that doesn’t mean it’s actually a good idea.” actually, it sounded like a really good idea right now. still lena waited, staring at sombra expectantly. if she wanted to talk she could, lena wouldn’t blink away, but that didn’t mean she’s get it started either.

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                    “  i don’t know.  some people might.  ”     lena probably would.  god, a lot of people from t h e i r home would.  hana supposed she was just being cautious.

                                        she didn’t BELIEVE, not personally, that sombra was using her.  not for information or any other weird reason she’d have.  they never talked     (  at least, not in detail  )     about their work.  about the inevitability of having to choose between work or —– no. 

                    “  good.  because if you didn’t, i’d have to be sad.  & me being sad doesn’t WORK for me.  i just want to be sure that we’re on the same page.  ”     a reasonable request, by her standards.     “  because if we’re not, then what’s the point?  ”