Just a little blob of what I’m working on for Part 5 :) Still a work in progress! Lmk what you guys think ^-^
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He had never seen her so peaceful. There was no hint on her face indicating the rough night the night before, aside from the fact that she was still clutching his shirt as if he was her only breath. He gently brushed his fingers over her knuckles and coaxed them off of his shirt and kissed them gently. They relaxed. As if things couldn’t get any better, Mirage’s alarm went blaring off. He jumped. Hastily, he turned it off. “Damn alarm.” He mumbled to himself.
To his surprise, Wraith hadn’t moved. She was still asleep. They had to get ready for the Games, but he didn’t want to disturb her. Not when she was sleeping so soundly. When had she ever rested so peacefully? And to disturb it for the Games? Would she ever have this again? He knew how important the Games were to Wraith and how determined she was to find whatever she’s looking for. And, as she’d revealed to him in their last match, she was getting onto something, but she’d need to compete in more Games to find out more.
Was it worth it?
Mirage laid back down and sighed, running stressed fingers through his hair. To his instant relief, Wraith stretched and yawned. Mirage couldn’t help but smile.
She was so adorable.
After a little while, though, Mirage’s eyes grew heavy again. It was surely a rough night for Wraith, but it was for him, too. Within moments, he was knocked out again.
Almost just as soon as Mirage fell back asleep, Wraith slowly opened her eyes, half way. The room was dimly lit by the few sun rays that’d made it past the dark curtains, illuminating the room with a cozy warmth and hue. Dust slowly floated about like sparkles in the sun’s warm, motherly light, bringing a new sense of beauty and elegance to it. It was when seeing the room again that she remembered she’d spent the night with Mirage. Now, Wraith was never a morning person, and she was a pretty light sleeper. Her horrors and anxieties had never allowed her to get into too deep a sleep, but she’d slept, in her opinion, pretty decently.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Their legs were intertwined and his arms were snaked around her body, pressing their chests together. Her arms were laid loosely, but comfortably, about his shoulders, and their faces were just centimeters apart. She gasped softly as they shared a breath. Mirage’s eyes were still closed, and seemed to be sleeping soundly. Her heart sank a little when remembering the night before, and what she’d put him through. Hell, she couldn’t even handle her attacks, how could he?
But he stayed.
He didn’t run away.
He didn’t think she was crazy.
He wasn’t...afraid of her.
Tears pricked her eyes.
Slowly, she lifted her eyes to meet his. She leaned forward ever so slightly, just enough for their faces to touch. Their noses and foreheads met, and she wrapped her arms around his neck more snugly. A light blush touched her cheeks as Mirage brought her waist to his and interlocked their legs more. She tentatively raised a hand and brushed her fingers through the tousled locks that had fallen over his face, tucking them under his ear snugly. She then proceeded to let her fingers trail down his cheek to his stubble...to his lips.
Her hand apparently having a mind of its own, it made its way down his neck, then to his chest. She gently began to stroke his sternum with careful fingers, when she noticed something. She undid a few of his buttons to reveal, as she thought, scars.
She blinked.
Wraith’s fingers grazed the buttons of his shirt and brushed against his chest, having no idea that this was making Mirage’s heartbeat increase by the second, so much that it hurt. Carefully, she undid a few more of them, revealing even more scars the further she went. Once reaching the bottom of his shirt, she brushed it over his shoulders. She placed her hand to his chest, inspecting each and every one, not letting one out of her touch. To her surprise, scars were sprinkled all over his muscular physique. “You’re just like me.” She said softly to herself. She then began to wonder where all of the scars, including the one on his face, came from.
“Hard life.” Mirage said, reading the inquiring look on her face.
Wraith looked up at him.
Mirage grinned, “Good morning. Didn’t know you were this comfortable already.”
Wraith blushed, “Oh, I wasn’t--”
Mirage laughed, “It’s alright, just pokin’ fun.” He shrugged. “Eh, they’re not too much of a pretty sight, but I have a ton of them, always have.”
His scars, in her eyes, were absolutely beautiful. The ones on his chest, his face, his arms. They were part of him, and she accepted him for who he was despite his scars.
Would he feel the same about her?
It was one of the many things she loved about him.
There it was again.
That word.
Love.
“How did you sleep?” Mirage asked gingerly, interrupting her thoughts.
“Oh, well...I slept alright. How about you?” Wraith asked.
“Great, actually.” Mirage replied. “Haven’t slept that well in awhile.”
Wraith looked to her hands, “Mirage. About last night...I’m sor--”
Mirage kissed her forehead, the sudden affection shutting her up. “No need to apologize. I’m just glad you’re feeling better and you got some decent sleep.” He smiled.
A pit of frustration and anxiety began to formulate in her heart. She’d fought demons. She’d battled mental health. She’d been experimented on, tortured, isolated from humanity, and forced to recreate her sense of self and identity. Simply put, she’d been through hell and back...and she can’t even tell him how she feels?
Why was it so hard?
(What I have so far! Still writing, I’ll be done with the whole part soon <3)
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Part 1 <3 (this is something I wrote in the spur of the moment, I’ll be making edits so it’s a nicer and easier read, also wanna add more detail and content. Plz let me know what you think in the comments! Thanks loves 💕)
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It was wet. The sharpness of its coldness pierced his ungloved hands, but it was worth it. The look on her face was gonna be phenomenal and priceless, he thought. He shook off some of the excess water as his frozen creation began to melt from the warmth of his hands.
He raised his ammo above his head and narrowed his eyes as he aimed at his target. When he felt the time was right, he chucked the snowball right at Wraith’s head.
Watch out. Snowball.
Faster than light, Wraith phased. Mirage, looking like a pitcher who’d just pitched a curveball, was frozen. His confusion soon turned into a playful fear.
“Ha...ha...Wraith...? I was just playing, you know? Fun? Laughter? Please don’t hurt me...” He turned every which way, unable to see where she’d phased to. Trodding off in the direction he assumed she went, he yelped in surprise as he was hit with a snowball.
“Gah!” He shivered and shook his body as the snow swiftly melted into his hair and down his neck and into his clothes. “I was dry!”
“Unlike you, I never miss.” Wraith said as she reappeared and dusted off her gloves.
Mirage scoffed. “Miss? I never miss. I just, uh,” he fought for words. “I just didn’t hit you.”
Wraith stared at him.
“You know, uh, like I tried to hit you but I didn’t. I would’ve hit you but you phased and like if you didn’t I would’ve hit you...how do I say this...” he rubbed the back of his neck, deep in thought and contemplation.
Wraith raised her eyebrow and crossed her arms, tilting her head. “...You mean you miss—”
“I missed! Exactly.” Mirage smiled proudly, then furrowed his brow. “Wait, that’s not right.”
Wraith fought to suppress the natural smile that so badly wanted to sprout from her lips. Her heart and mind continued to disagree, her mind continuing the battle of her reluctance to accept the fact that she loved when he was like this. While her heart, on the other hand, wanted to explore and embrace these emotions she hadn’t felt before. Or at least, not in so long. Or, more accurately, what she didn’t want to risk in trying again.
But she loved it. She loved when he was absolutely clueless and silly and had no idea he was being so. She loved the efforts he made to want to be serious, but instead comes off adorably dorky and cute.
How could he play it so well? How could he be that dorky, but still so...charismatic? And charming? And admirable?
And handsome?
It was something that she could never get to the bottom of, and it was something that intrigued her so much. Though Mirage was definitely a favorite amongst the ladies, she, undoubtedly, was his biggest secret admirer.
Secret admirer.
That was what she liked.
A secret.
Something she could covet and keep as her own without having to feel there was a potential it could be lost, mistreated, or broken.
Like her.
That’s where it was safe. But her confusion, her emotions, her fears, her insecurities, her thoughts...they were growing too much for her. But, for some reason, a very foreign and strange reason, when she was around Mirage everything seemed to be...okay?
Is that a thing? She thought.
Is there such a thing as being...okay? If so...do I deserve to feel it? Why am I feeling it? Should I be feeling it? Why does he make me feel so many things...this can’t be right, can it?
Suddenly, a warm feeling of reassurance and comfort washed over her heart and body at the thought of him again, like a mother cloaking her child in her safe embrace. There was just something about him that made her feel what she’s heard people describe as “happiness”.
Of course in all the time she was thinking, she had no idea the hints of a smile were on her face. She’d only realized when Mirage broke her train of thought.
“Is that a lil smile I see?” Mirage teased.
The hints that swiftly turned to remnants immediately dissipated to the cold abyss in which she lived. She stiffened and resumed her distant and cool demeanor.
“Open your eyes. There’s no smile to see.” Wraith said, and she turned and began to walk away.
Mirage smirked, “I’m pretty sure I saw a smile on that beautiful face of yours.”
Wraith stopped in her tracks. Her heart began to race and her cheeks burned from blushing so hard. She began to break into a cold sweat.
Mirage smirked and continued, “I know I saw a smile.”
Wraith responded, “You didn’t see anything.”
Mirage continued to pry, “Oh, come on, yes you did. I saw it. It was this big.” He smiled as widely as he could. “Well actually that’s a lie I could barely see it but hey, a smile’s a smile!”
Wraith said again, using everything in her power to keep her body from trembling, her struggle evident in her voice. “I. Did not. Smile.”
Mirage continued, walking over to and putting a hang on her shoulder. “Come on, I just wanna see you smi-”
Faster than Mirage could foresee, Wraith turned and tackled him to the ground, pinning his arms down with her legs and putting her knife to his throat.
They locked eyes.
Mirage stared at her.
Wraith stared back.
A small part of Mirage’s heart broke, and the rest of it ached. He had never seen her like this before. The look in her clouded and watering eyes broke his heart. He could immediately tell something was wrong. Really wrong.
Wraith and Mirage have had their playful banters to show who was a better legend than who, so he was used to being pinned and shown who’s boss. But this was different.
His heart told him it was.
And this one time, when he looked into her eyes, he could see another part of Wraith he had never seen. A part she never allowed him to see. Instead of seeing a squad mate in the Games, he saw a woman.
“Why?” She asked. “Why did you say that? Why did you say I had a beautiful face? Why do you want to see my smile?”
Tears pricked her eyes. “Why do you...why do you care?” She demanded, “Why do you care about me?” She fumbled off of him and staggered away, averting her face, confused by her emotions. “You’re not supposed to care...”
Mirage stood, reaching out to her, “Wrai—” Before he could finish, she phased. Mirage grumbled to himself and sighed, resting a hand on his hip and the other through his dark, wavy hair. “God, I hate when she does that.”
(end of part 1 and the post is getting long, I’ll post part 2 soon if you guys wanna read more 💕)
