Merry Christmas JJ! How about the prompt “sunlight shining through the window” for Kay? - @lostloveletters
thank you, battie, and merry christmas to you too! (if you celebrate <3) i hope you ordered this prompt with a side of angst, because that's what i churned out haha. listening to sailor song by gigi perez on repeat does tend to do that, though
The sky was a deep blue, and the sun had long stopped shining through the windows of the B-17 Kay was in. It was Buck’s fort, she knew. She’d watched him and Lieutenant Friedkin take off for Regensburg days ago, amid ghost stories and riddles and swirling fog. She’d jokingly blown Curt a kiss, too - never really her thing, since flirtations with the boys were usually reserved just for Nora. Now, Kay didn’t know whether to be mad that she’d only done that once, or happy she’d done it at all. Curt was a good friend, and now he was probably dead.
Creaking metal made Kay turn to look over her shoulder, just in time to see a mop of blond hair emerging from the belly below. Buck was dressed in his Class As, blue scarf nowhere to be seen. He nodded to her, and sat in the right-hand-seat across from her. She looked out at the twilight sky, then down at her hands and the gloves in her lap. She’d sliced through them on a jagged edge when she’d boarded in Telergma, the flak finding her even on the ground. She could feel Buck’s eyes sweeping over her, flickering until they fell on her hand.
“Oughta clean that up,” he said, voice rumbling.
Kay hummed, nodding slowly. Instead of doing any such thing, she reached up with her good hand to rub at her eyes. She was tired, the kind that settled deep in your bones and didn’t leave. It was a pressure, dragging her down from the clouds, the same way Buck’s eyes dragged her face back to his. He smiled at her, before reaching into the pocket of his jacket. He pulled out his pretty blue scarf, and Kay marveled at how it matched his eyes. Then he grabbed her injured hand, and Kay couldn’t bear it.
“No!” Kay said, jerking away sharply. Her back met the edge of the fort hard, and Buck’s eyes were filled with sadness. His stupid, pretty blue eyes that always followed her and always watched her. He thought he’d hurt her, Kay reasoned. It was better if he thought that. She shook her head again, still not looking at him, then made to leave the fort. She paused near the navigator’s station when she realized her bloodied and torn gloves were still above, then she sighed and continued on. When her feet finally touched the tarmac Buck was still inside, sitting in the wrong seat of his plane.
