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ShieldShock Voting Day Imagine- 

Darcy was nervous about the election, truly believing it to be the most important of her lifetime so far.  The long wait in line was both a blessing and a curse.  She wanted a tsunami-like turnout, an epic Blue wave to stem the flow of indecent hatred in the country.  But she was wound tighter every minute and with every fear and doubt of a good outcome.  She fidgeted with her Star of David necklace again and again.

Hearing someone nearby comment that it was ‘stupid to wait and that voting isn’t THAT important’ caused Darcy to snap into action.  Words flowed from her, as unstoppable as her will and her infinite faith in political science.

Five minutes later, Darcy stopped her impassioned rant as the kid held his hands up and muttered a surly, “okay, okay, just kidding.”  He frowned, but stayed in line.

Darcy nodded and tried to stifle her anxiety as she turned back to reclaim her place.  People had moved more quickly than she expected and she was unsure where to go.  For a horrifying second, she feared that she would have to go to the end of the long line to avoid seeming like a line jumper.

A tall, impressively-built man with a baseball cap pulled low stepped to the side to get her attention and gestured. “Right here, Miss.”

Darcy’s voice trembled as she scurried to her place, “thanks!  I didn’t want to seem like I was trying to jump line, didn’t mean to get carried away...”  

Her words trailed off as the gorgeous man lifted his chin and gave her an admiring smile. “Ya got nothing to be sorry for, Miss. Voting is important, a right worth defending.”  He was handsome, almost startlingly so.

“Guh.  That’s what I should have said instead of losing my cool.”  She glanced back to the guy she’d chastised and stifled a rueful giggle as he paled and turned away as though afraid of further lecturing.  

The man in the ball cap shook his head, “nah... You were amazing! I learned a lot from listening in.”  He paused, eyeing her with open admiration. “You know your stuff and you made a good case. Impressive.”

The warmth in his voice caught Darcy’s attention.  Never one to miss an opportunity to get to know a godly-looking man, she held out her hand to him, “Darcy Lewis, Political Scientist with ‘Human Rights Watch’ and woman with a semi-classified past.  And, you are?” Her eyes gleamed with appreciation as the stranger grinned again.  

His smile was gorgeous and his manner calming. “I’m Steve.  And now I’m... curious about your classified past.”  His lips twisted as he held back another grin.

Darcy winked at him, laughter sparkling from her. 

He smiled again, with obvious awkwardness- as though he didn’t flirt often.  They were getting close to the door.  Steve blurted, “Can I buy you a coffee after we vote?”

Darcy’s eyes narrowed.  “Maybe.  Um... where do you stand on immigration or the environment? Do you support human rights, or are you wrong?”  Darcy was out of patience with people who supported inhumane, indecent policies.  She prayed that she and this man would have ideals in common.

With a startled laugh, Steve replied, “my Ma was an Irish immigrant, came here to make herself a better life and give her all to making this country better.  Everyone except the Native Americans share a similar past. We need good laws, but America is greater because of its rich and diverse background.” He suppressed a chuckle as Darcy audibly sighed happy agreement and took a step closer to him.  “Environment?  We need to do a better job protecting our home.  It’s gone downhill over the past hundred years, by a lot.”  He cocked his head as he waited for her to say something in return.  

Darcy only gave him an odd look.   She realized who he was and wasn’t fazed, though she needed a second or two to absorb the knowledge.  Unlike many women, Darcy understood the humanity of heroes.

“I believe wholeheartedly in human rights.”  Steve added softly, “I do all I can to support them.”

“You can buy me all the coffee.  And I might propose marriage if you keep talking like that.”  Darcy smiled up at him, her expression penetrating and saucy.  “Sorry, Captain. I’ll save the marriage talk.  First, let’s vote.  Then- coffee- and I’ll give you more of a chance to impress me. So far, so good. Keep it up, big guy.”

“I’ll do my best,” Steve laughed hopefully and held the door to their polling location open for her.

full sona line up since 2019

Man, i was hoping all jobs have at least one skill that would mess with the group. That, or maybe I'm still not there yet fldbckd

Anyway, have this doodle of my sonas' reactions to their mii counterparts haha