#lightnwield

✉ 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴 > @lightnwield , accepting .

Cassie stood a few steps away from him in the training room, late afternoon light from the high windows stretching across the mats in long pale bars. She’d been running drills for a while but had now stopped, tightening the strap on her wrist guard.

Her hair had slipped loose from its tie, golden locks clinging to the back of her neck. Kon sat on the edge of the mat near the equipment rack, elbows resting loosely on his knees. He hadn’t meant to stare. At least not at first.

It had started with watching how she moved. Every strike clean. Every shift of her weight deliberate. Somewhere along the way he’d stopped pretending he was studying technique. Kon shrugged, a small half-smile tugging at his mouth. ❝ I'm just looking at you. ❞

✉ 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴 > @lightnwield , accepting .

The room smelled of antiseptic and ozone. He sat on the edge of the examination table, legs slung over the side, gauze wrapped tight around his ribs and a thin line of dried blood at his temple he hadn’t bothered to wipe away yet. The bandages were mostly for everyone elses comfort, he could already feel the way his body was fusing all the broken pieces of his ribs back together.

Cassie hadn’t moved since he'd come to. The silence stretched between them, nothing but the dull hum of florescent lights to fill it. She stood a few feet away, arms folded, weight locked into one hip. Kon cleared his throat and offered her a slightly crooked grin.

❝ I'm fine, ❞ he said lightly, ❝ 'tis but a flesh wound. ❞ Cassie's expression didn't shift. If anything, it hardened and when she spoke her voice was low and steady.

He blinked. He knew they could carry on without him, because that's what they always did. The world wouldn't stop spinning just because one genetic experiment took a bad hit. ❝ Wow, ❞ he said, a short laugh following it, ❝ that's dramatic. ❞ Kon pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the way his ribs protested against the motion, and reached for his jacket.

✉ 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴 > @lightnwield , accepting .

Cassie’s jaw was set, chin lifted, eyes bright with stubborn heat. The gold of her hair caught the light as she shifted her weight forward, already halfway into motion. Every inch of her radiated that restless, electric readiness that made the air around them feel charged and ready to pop.

❝ And I said, not alone. ❞ He stepped forward, closing some of the distance between them, careful not to crowd or loom. He knew she could handle anything that the world threw at her. He’d watched her do it. She had taken down things that would have folded him flat more times than he could count.

But he also knew what it felt like when people just let you. Let you take the hit because you could take it. Let you go in first because you were faster. Let you take the risks time and time again, because you could, because it was expected.

He wasn’t going to be another person who stepped back and watched Cassie shoulder something alone just because she could.

❝ It'll be just like old times, ❞ Kon said, the corner of his mouth lifting into an all too familiar grin. ❝ You hit something, I hit something. We compare notes later. ❞

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐘 rare  that  he  gets  to  stand  outside  during  storms.  rarer  still  that  he  finds  a  decent  enough  perch  that  lets  him  glimpse  lightning  splitting  the  horizon;  be  it  from  a  treeline  or  a  particularly  unruly  skyline,  verso  often  finds  himself  blocked  from  the  majesty  of  storms.  this  time,  though,  zeus  seems  to  be  putting  on  a  real  show.  the  rain  which  pelts  down  bumps  off  from  a  constant  breeze  ‘round  himself,  a  cocoon  that  reeks  of  ozone  &&  yesterday’s  bar  hopping  ventures.  he  flicks  his  sunglasses  up,  clicks  his  tongue  ‘gainst  the  roof  of  his  mouth,  &&  cocks  his  head  to  the  side. footsteps.  he  imagines  it’s  someone  from  the  building’s  security.  some  madman  is  standing  on  the  edge  of  the  fuckin’  skyscraper,  someone  must  have  said,  someone  stop  him  from  jumping! verso  snickers  at  his  own  imagined  scenario  and,  without  looking  over  his  shoulder,  waves  his  hand  to  whoever  has  joined  him.   ❝  i’m  not  gonna  turn  myself  into  a  pancake,  just  admiring  the  storm.  doesn’t  usually  get  like  this  ‘round  this  time  of  year.  ❞  under his breath, he murmurs that something must have set his father off; he envies whatever it was.

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