"Gwydion" comes from an old computer game called "King's Quest III: To Heir is Human" - it's the name of the protagonist. I originally chose it for my very first email way back in the day as I liked who that protagonist would grow into (Prince Alexander in KQ6) and thought "Gwydion" sounded cool (there's more to the story, but that's context enough, lol).
Over time, however, just plain "Gwydion" was usually taken when trying to register an account, so I needed a way to differentiate it and didn't want to resort to using numbers. Hence the "AE" at the end got added somewhat randomly. I just snagged it from "TitanAE" for literally no reason other than it's a bit of a guilty pleasure for me and a friend, lol.
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Curse of the clan, part 25! @scentedcandlecryptid @hoshisoul
The wings of the great falcon guided her travel through the Hidden City air. Her flight feathers harnessed the wind to carry her higher and higher toward the artificial sky. Only a handful of times in her life had she felt the chill of the true surface wind tickling her feathers; down here, the wind was warm and constant. No shifts in balance, no unexpected crossing. Just steady, generated wind to lift the flight-gifted yokai through the designated fly-zones.
The Frog Lands was a place that very few yokai ever visited. The majority of yokai that used the flight paths and the water trains to the marshy swamplands were teachers or parents giving lessons to their children warning them about the dangers of the swamp. Only the most toxic yokai were able to exist in the lands without wasting away to bones and dust. To all those who weren’t indigenous, the fog that patrolled the marsh was a cruel and unforgiving creature, somewhere between yokai and mist, and it hated outsiders. From the moment she was able to fly, Koya’s mother had warned her to never fly too low or the mist would claim her. It felt wrong to forsake her mother's warning.
The mask over her beak and nostrils would protect her, she knew. At least for the short excursion she had to take into the swamp; any longer than ten minutes and even the mask wouldn’t be able to protect her. She wondered if that strange turtle yokai could even still be alive after nearly two weeks alone in the mist that took away all earthly sensations. Turtles could go such a long time without eating, but without drinking? That was a whole other story. She hoped that he was lucky, and that she could find him to correct the grave mistake. If anyone could spot the exile, it would be her.
The wind carried her directly above the only town in the marsh. With a final deep breath of her oxygen converter, she dove low enough to the fog to give a powerful flap of her wings. At first contact, fog started to creep in on her and try to drag her down, but upon being met with the underwind of her wings, the fog dispersed and revealed the town. Laser-focused, her eyes scanned the docks, bouncing from frog to frog to frog until she found the outcast she was looking for. He was floating aimlessly in the water, looking up at her without truly looking.
“There you are.” Koya rumbled. She flew down low and locked her talons around Raphael, lifting him out of the boggy water. The swamp reached out and tried to grab her by the ankles, but her wings were stronger and she yanked herself free and back into the air.
***
Raphael gave a low, rumbling groan as he opened his eyes and found nothing under his feet. His groan turned to a shout when he realized he was in the air, and then it fell back to a groan as nausea and intense thirst crashed down on him like a tidal wave of desperation. What happened? How did he get up here, and where had the swamp and that weird frog gone? The last thing he remembered was being in that water and almost being dragged under, but now he felt sick enough that it was almost concerning! Where was the medic Leonardo when Raphael needed him?!
Raphael looked up at the one that was holding him, and he recognized her quickly.
“What happened?” Raphael’s throat felt like a cheese grater had slid down it. “Where are you taking me?”
“You’re awake.” Koya breathed a sound of relief. “Good. I was beginning to think you’d been in the fog too long.”
“The fog…?” Raphael rasped, then groaned once more, “Ugh… I’m so thirsty…”
“The King changed his mind.” Koya told him, “He wants to talk to you again.”
Raphael wished he could enjoy the news, but right now all he wanted to do was puke and then drink so he could puke some more. He certainly didn't want to see that mist ever again.
***
Raphael was dropped without warning. He landed hard and immediately fell to his plastron as his exhausted legs gave out on him. His body wanted more than anything to shut down and force him into deep slumber to retain what little energy remained in the mutant's body, but Raphael refused to listen to it. He was so close to getting the blessing, he couldn’t give up now!
He felt a tiny paw cup his chin and force him to look up. He recognized the civet yokai, Suevette, as she brought a cup of… something to Raphael’s lips and started to tilt it.
“Drink.” She ordered.
The mystery liquid smelled strange, like a mix of berries and something peculiarly fishy rolled into one white concoxion. Raphael didn't have the energy to fight against it. He winced as the alarmingly bitter substance rolled into his mouth, tasting nothing like it smelled and being too thick to be comfortable to swallow. He started to cough and tried to pull away, but the civet held him there and forced him to drink every last drop of viscous bitterness. Then she finally let him go and Raphael immediately sat up, coughing and spitting and trying to get the taste out of his mouth as it claimed all of his senses.
The taste still refused to leave him. Raphael clung tightly to his throat as his stomach felt uncomfortably full. But he was sitting up, he finally realized, and the numbness of his body was slowly returning to his control. The smog of his mind and sluggishness of his body was washed away. When he could finally focus on something other than the sharpening senses, the first thing he saw was the komodo dragon that had caused him so much harm.
Raphael gave a shout and started to crawl away, expecting the dragon to pursue him in another unbalanced fight. The dragon didn't move to follow. The Komodo wasn’t even on his feet! He was knelt down in front of a tiny, calico nekomata who was whispering softly into his ear.
“Tang Shen?” Raphael breathed softly.
The cat dragged a delicate paw over the dragon terror’s arm, kissing his head and pressing her nose to it in a soothing pressure. She was far smaller than the dragon, far older, yet the dragon kneeled before her like she was a queen. The queen cat placed a gentle finger under the dragon's chin to lift him up to look at her, whispering a soft dismissal to the beast. Only once he was dismissed did he dare to stand, towering over the nekomata and lumbering over to Raphael. Raphael gave a low whine and raised an arm to protect his head.
He felt rough hands reach into his belt and remove his tonfa. He gasped and tried to grab them back, the memory of his old tonfa being broken by the power of The Shredder rushing into him. The dragon wasn’t too amused with Raphael’s attempted resistance.
“Do you want my blessing or not?” The komodo dragon rumbled.
Raphael’s eyes went wide. “Y-you’re King?”
King Komodo gave a low purr and nodded. When Raphael said nothing else against him, the Komodo dragon started to whisper soft praises over the dual weapons.
“Has your clan a motto?” King Komodo asked.
“Er— yes! It’s Anatawa Hitorijanai.”
King Komodo ran a claw across the right tonfa and left the saying carved into the wood. On the left tonfa, his claws were slower, more precise.
“You fought with great vigor and survived me and the fog, so for your strength and perseverance, I give you three blessings. I give you oni, the name of the great spiked beast.”
“Fancy~” Raphael whistled, looking down at his spikes.
“I give you Onii, for the love you show for your family, big brother. And your final blessing will be joushi. For passion.”
Raphael beamed ear to ear as he was presented with the freshly-carved tonfa. “Getting blessed like a boss— wooooooaaaahh….”
When the tonfa met his hands, Raphael shuttered and shivered. His mind flashed with images of his family— every time he had protected and cared for and loved them. In his heart he felt a great fiery pride that forced him to sit a little straighter, a little taller. It was like he was on top of the world, leading his family toward the glorious tomorrow. In his belly, he felt a pure power bubbling; rage, stored and contained, ready to be harnessed at a moment's notice to protect his home and his family.
King gave an approving growl. “The tonfa have accepted you…”
Raphael hadn’t realized he had been holding his breath. When he finally sucked in a new one, the heat that built up inside him flowed down to settle at the base of his spine, pulsating like a second heartbeat.
“Why?” Was all Raphael was able to ask.
King closed his eyes. His voice darkened slightly as a stern, sincere power radiated from him. “When I was a hatchling, I was abandoned at the front door of a small orphanage. The only orphanage in the West side of the city. The only sanctuary for creatures like me who would have otherwise ended up dead or on the streets. Growing up, the orphan house was plagued with threats and violent attacks, but the lovely orphan maid kept us safe. My mother…”
Tang Shen approached. She brushed up against King Komodo before she came to Raphael with a gentle smile.
“You protected her while she was returning home.” The dragon rumbled. “So it’s only fair that I return the favor, and help return you home.”
Request #2: Robbie and Daisy meet at an illegal street race
No Powers AU Meet-Cute with Dramatic Action and Sweet Moments
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Racing was in Robbie's blood. His father knew it from the day Robbie was born, just like his father before him. All the Reyes men were racers, and Robbie was no exception.
As the night was reaching eleven o'clock, Robbie rolled up in his custom '69 Charger at the crowded parking lot of an abandoned furniture store in East Los Angeles. Reggaeton blasted through the warm, night air and the beats hummed through his chest. Several tricked-out cars painted in obnoxiously loud colors filled the space and were proudly shown off by their owners to the flocks of people gathered around. While some were just there to dazzle with their sweet sound systems and fancy LED light shows, there were a few mean-looking vehicles who came to play.
Robbie grinned as he reached and gently patted the dash of his beloved Charger, Lucy. She might be a classic beauty, but she could still give all the other guys a run for their money. He and his Uncle Eli had made sure of that.
Robbie pulled up into an empty spot where several of his friends had already gathered around to laugh, chat and drink the night away.
"There he is!" Juan announced as he draped one arm over Robbie's open driver window while the other hand held his beer high in the air. "The man! The myth! The legend! The Ghost Rider!"
Cheers erupted from his friends as they raised their beers then chugged them down. Robbie chuckled as he parked his car and got out. "You know that's just a stupid nickname," he said, pushing Juan and his gaudy, bright orange-and-black bowling shirt aside.
Juan laughed then held his beer bottle close to his mouth like a microphone. Robbie rolled his eyes. Not this shit again.
"They say he sold his soul to the Devil in order to get his sweet ride," Juan continued in a deep voice reminiscent of an old radio announcer. "You never see him coming until you already lost. He is. . ."
"The Ghost Rider!" Ricky, Mateo and Felipe hollered by the trunk of his car. They all immediately bawled into hysterical laughter, holding on to each other to keep themselves from falling over.
Robbie shook his head with grin. They teased, but it was all in good fun. These were his people after all, his friends. Ever since Uncle Eli got sent to South Ridge Penitentiary four years ago for attempted manslaughter, they had been there for him like no other. Besides Gabe, these guys were his family.
"Honestly, you guys, that's enough," Lisa chided with a roll of her eyes, pushing the three aside and walking up to him and Juan. Robbie smiled, but quickly averted his eyes. She was wearing an outfit that was highly appropriate for the summer heat, but also highly inappropriate for public eyes. Between her white crop top and her pale jean short shorts, she was showing enough skin to make a nun collapse on the spot.
She stopped only a few feet in front of him, but his nose was still overpowered by the scent of her floral perfume. "H-hey, Robbie," she said in a high-pitched tone. Lisa leaned against his car, twirling one of her long brown curls and batting her dark lashes at him.
"Uh, hey, Lisa," he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. To say she had a crush on him was obvious. Robbie wasn't a complete idiot. And Lisa was a sweet girl, very pretty, too. The only problem was she was Juan's cousin, and if Juan was like a brother to him, Lisa was like a little sister.
He had tried dropping hints over the years that he was not interested, but to no avail. She still kept showing up to the races, to his work, and even to his home with a sweet smile, googly eyes, and sometimes a delicious baked good. He liked her. She was a good friend, but that's all she would ever be. At this point, Robbie could only pray she'd meet a guy someday who would make her forget all about him.
"You know, I'm here, too, cuz," Juan scoffed from beside him.
Lisa shot him a scowl before turning her big hazel eyes back to Robbie and flipping on her charming smile. "So, how are things? Did Gabe finally decide to come this time?" She asked, glancing around.
A stabbing pain pierced his heart and he bowed his head a little. Gabe never approved of Robbie's street-racing hobby. Besides the fact it was illegal, it could also be highly dangerous. One bad blowout and that could be the end for any driver. He's seen it before, has even gotten close to crashing himself a few times, but ultimately Robbie decided that the rewards were better than the risks.
Robbie had been trying for years to get Gabe to come with him to the races, to maybe see why he enjoyed it so much, but to no avail. It turned out tonight wasn't going to be any different.
He sighed. "Nah, he said he had homework to do."
"On a Friday night, are you serious?" Juan asked.
"Oh, hush," Lisa said, smacking her cousin's arm. She then gave Robbie an empathetic smile and placed a tender hand on his shoulder. "That's too bad, but, hey, at least he's such a good student."
Robbie smiled. That was true. Gabe was one of the smartest kids in his school, and he really couldn't stay made at him for that. He was going to go places, which is more than he could say for other kids in this city.
"What your brother is, Reyes, is a nerd!"
Robbie groaned as his shoulders sagged. Ramirez, he thought bitterly.
Manolo Ramirez strolled up to Robbie's car looking like a Latino Elvis Presley with his black hair gelled up into a tall pompadour and his floral shirt only half-buttoned up. He wore a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses despite it being night and had two gorgeous women hanging onto him, one under each arm. They were so similar, they had to be twin sisters who seemed to have just walked out of the cover of a fashion magazine.
Robbie sighed. Manolo was a decent racer, could even give Robbie a run for his money at times, but he always had to appear like the biggest fake and asshole in the world.
"Hey, Manny," Robbie said, forcing a smile on his face. He brushed off Lisa's hand as he stepped closer to his rival.
"Tonight is the night, Reyes," Manny stated with a flash of his shiny, whitened teeth. "You're going down!"
"Funny, Manolo!" Juan called from behind him. "That's what I was telling your sister last night!"
An explosion of hooting laughter and hollering erupted within a ten-foot radius around Juan. His friends jumped around the small space, howling and ramming into each other as if they lost their damn minds. Robbie stifled the laugh that bubbled through his chest with a grin instead.
Manny's face was so red, his head could have ignited into flames any moment. He ripped his sunglasses off, eyes like poisoned daggers.
"Hey, Reyes," Manny said with a scowl that matched the acidic contempt in his voice. "You better watch your friend's mouth before either of you gets a fist in it."
A hushed "ooh" fell across the crowded group as their eyes glanced between Manny and him. Robbie let out a soft chuckle. "Manny, it's just good fun," he explained. Everyone knew Juan talked a lout of his ass. Robbie often took everything his friend said with a grain of salt. "Relax."
Manny sneered as he slipped his shades back on. "Whatever, man, I'll see you on the streets!"
Robbie shook his head as Manny walked off with the twins in tow. Every conversation with that guy was like dancing on broken glass.
"Eh, forget about him, Robbie," Juan said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "You know, for a guy with a lot of beautiful women around him, he hardly seems to get laid, huh?"
Robbie chuckled. "You may be right about that."
"You two are the worse," Lisa announced as she wedged herself in between them.
Suddenly, a cacophony of cheers, hoots and whistles rang through the night. Robbie straightened up, eyebrows scrunched together. What in the world? His eyes scanned the scene, widening when they found what everyone was making noise about.
A sleek cherry-red '62 Corvette slowly rolled onto the lot, sparkling magnificently even in the dim streetlights. Robbie bit his lower lip. Lucy may be his baby, but even he could recognize what a good-looking car this little beauty was. It was gorgeous from its smooth curves to its shimmering chrome adornments. His hand twitched. The mechanic in him was already itching to get a look under the hood and see how it ticked.
The crowd of watchers slowly backed up as the newcomer made their way through the lot and parked only a few spots away from where Robbie and his friends were.
"Who do you think it is?" Juan whispered. "You think it could be Lucas?"
Robbie shook his head. "Nah, Lucas is too much of a scrub to have a ride as fly as that. Maybe, it's another hotshot from Miami?" Those guys always rolled into town in the summer like they were such a big deal, but Robbie would knock them down a peg or two.
The driver's door popped open and a woman with short dark hair dressed in all black stepped out. Robbie raised his brows. Okay, he was not expecting that.
She slammed the door to the Corvette shut then turned, scanning the lot. Electricity danced across his skin as her heavy-shadowed eyes seemed to land on him. Was she looking at him? She had to be, because soon she was strutting his way.
Despite her small demeanor, the woman walked with her shoulders back and her head high. With each hard steeped of her heeled boots, it was like the ground shook beneath her. She oozed a confidence and swagger that warned anybody and everybody she was not one to be messed with. His heart rate began to pick up speed and he'd be lying if he said he didn't find her tough-girl act to be a little sexy as hell.
She stopped in front of Robbie and his group of friends, shoving her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket and jutting her hip to the side as if she didn't have a care in the world. "Are these where the races are at?" She asked, taking her time to eye every single one of them. His heart jumped as her dark eyes settled on him, slowly looking him up and down.
"Um, yeah," Robbie answered, cringing as his voice cracked a little.
The woman nodded as her hands shuffled around in her pockets. When she pulled them back out, in each hand was a thick wad of twenty-dollar bills. "I want to join."
"In that?" Juan asked, nodding to her Corvette as everyone laughed.
Robbie smirked. Juan was right. She had a pretty sweet ride, but his Charger could easily smoke her.
"Don't worry," she said with a grin, her eyes flicking from Juan to him. "Lola has a few tricks up her sleeve."
He raised his brow. This could be interesting. "Okay, you see Big Bass over there by the pimped-out Scion XB?" Robbie gestured over to where the large Latino man, both tall and wide, in a blue sweat suit was chilling with a few scantily-clad women and a police monitor. "He runs these races. You should talk to him."
She nodded her head. "Cool, thanks." Her eyes roved over him one last time before she spun around and walked off.
"Tourists," Lisa spat quietly from beside him that garnered a few chuckles from his friends.
"Aw, come on, cuz," Juan cooed, draping an arm over her. "You're just jealous, because she kept giving Roberto the eyes."
Robbie's ears began to burn as Lisa's face turned a bright red, as well. "Wh-what? No!" She exclaimed hastily, shoving Juan so hard he nearly fell on his ass.
"Yeah," Robbie choked out, rubbing the back of his neck. "She was probably just trying to figure me out, you know, examine the competition."
"Right," Lisa said, nodding her head and smiling sweetly at him. His stomach churned. Crap. He didn't want to give Lisa the wrong idea, but he was also pretty sure that woman (no matter how hot she was) was not checking him out.
He scratched his chin. Although, if she was . . .
"Hey, hey, Robbie!" Big Bass called, shuffling his large figure over. "Homicide in Monterey and the cops are moving in. Now's the time, you in?"
Robbie's gut clenched as he nodded his head. It was a damn shame they could only race at the cost of somebody's life, but that's just how their world had to work. Robbie dug into the pockets of his jeans and pulled out several hundred dollar bills which Big Bass happily accepted.
"Cool, man, I'll see you at the start." Big Bass said then hastily headed off.
This was it. His time to shine.
"You got this, Robbie!" Lisa cheered, giving him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Yeah, I got a lot of money riding on you, man!" Juan teased with a pat on his back. "So, don't fuck this up!"
Robbie laughed as he brushed Juan aside and opened the door to his Charger. "I don't plant to," he stated as he got in and slammed the door shut.
"Yeah, that's my boy!" Juan hollered.
The crowds of people quickly rushed to get out of the way as Robbie and the others drover their cars to the hastily thrown together starting line.
Manny was already there in his tricked out '08 Chevy Cobalt SS. Robbie chuckled. The damn thing looked like it just rolled off the set of a "Fast and Furious" movie with its silver paint job and shimmery purple flames on the side. Yep, it was a very Manolo-style car, alright.
Robbie sidled up his Charger alongside him. "Nice flames," he teased. "Think they might help?"
Manny sneered at him. "I hope you got a good look at my ass, Reyes, because that's all you're going to be seeing." He lowered his sunglasses down, pointing two V-sign fingers at his eyes then then over towards him.
Robbie snorted as he shook his head then noticed as the red Corvette pulled up on his right between him and Little Emilio's Honda Civic. So, he was going to be racing her after all. Robbie sat there admiring the fierceness on the newcomer's face as her hands tapped hastily on something in her dash. Her fingers moved with such a graceful dexterity, it was more like she was playing a piano than a car. He grinned. Yeah, this could prove to be a very interesting race.
He focused back up front as Big Bass came to stand out in front of the four cars. "Alright, alright, you guys know the rules, one lap around, first one back here is the winner, and if I--"
Robbie tuned him out. After nearly four years doing this, he knew the man's words by heart.
"We got this, Lucy," he whispered to his car as he did before every race. She had rarely failed him before, tonight wasn't going to be the exception despite what Manny jeered. Robbie gave Lucy's dash a gentle pat as Big Bass finished his speech and stepped off to one of the sides where the crowd of people from the parking lot gathered. His friends stood off to his left, clapping and giving him thumbs-up.
"Ready, racers?" Big Bass hollered.
Robbie revved Lucy's engine, which let out a guttural roar and flared the flaps on her blower. They were ready.
As Big Bass raised his arm to the sky, it was as if the world fell silent. Robbie couldn't even breathe as he waited, his stomach a churning mess and his foot twitching over the pedal.
Everything happened in slow motion and at the speed light at the same time. Big Bass' hand fell and Robbie took off faster than a bat out of hell.
He sunk back into his leather seat, hands tight on the wheel, as Lucy surged forward. His heart sputtered into overdrive, coursing energy through his veins. Everything was a blur around him with the only fixed point in his universe being the open road ahead and the needle climbing on his speedometer.
The biggest smile grew on Robbie's face as butterflies swarmed his chest. He swore there was no better feeling in the world than going fast in a car. With the windows down and the air rushing across his face, he was flying. It was magical, the indescribable connection between man and machine that made his whole body tingle. Whenever Robbie got in the driver seat, it was as if his heart and Lucy's engine became one.
Robbie shook himself from his euphoric stupor as the first turn came up ahead. He checked his rearview mirror to see he had gotten a good head start with Manny trailing at least a car behind and the other two lagging just behind him. Shifting gears, Robbie easily made the turn and maintained his lead.
They raced through the near empty streets of East L.A. like demons in the night, lacing the air with the acrid smell of burning rubber and exhaust. Although Manny would catch up with him at the turns, Robbie would still easily pull ahead. He laughed. Manny was probably fuming by now underneath those ridiculous shades.
The racers made one last turn and they were down to the final stretch. Robbie revved Lucy's engine and she roared like a black jaguar. This was it. There was no stopping them now.
He glanced at the rearview mirror and his eyes widened. While Manny was still behind him, Ms. Corvette was rapidly catching up to them. Fire and smoke spewed out of the back of her car, sending her forward at breakneck speeds. Robbie's jaw dropped. Were those rockets?! God, she hadn't been kidding when she said that her car had a few tricks.
Manny seemed to finally notice her sudden approach as his eyes bugged out to the size of saucer plates before narrowing into snake-like slits. "Not today, bitch!" He spat over the rushing wind.
As the newcomer tried to pass Manny by, he swerved his car into her. The harsh sound of smashing metal filled the night briefly followed by the shrill screaming of tires. Robbie's stomach dropped and his fingers went cold as the Corvette quickly spiraled out of control. Her brakes screeched as her car skidded into the brick exterior of a store, grinding in a spray of sparks to a halt.
Robbie couldn't breathe. His body was numbed. Was she okay? How could she be after a crash like that?
He glanced forward where victory only lay a few yards ahead then back to the steaming Corvette. His heart panged tight in his chest as he slammed on his brakes and peeled his car off to side of the road.
Robbie gritted his teeth as Manny passed him by with resounding hollers and whoops followed by Little Emilio. Once they were gone, he peeled Lucy around and sped back to the Corvette. Screeching to a standstill a few feet away from the wreck, Robbie wriggled out of his seatbelt and threw open the door. He hopped out, only stopping for a moment to slam his door shut before rushing over.
The air stunk heavy of burnt rubber and leaking fuel. His gut heaved, but he managed to make sure his dinner didn't make a second appearance. Glass littered the ground along with a few torn pieces of metal. Luckily, the car wasn't on fire, but steam billowed out of the front like an active volcano. His heart was beating faster than a jackhammer as he slowed down near the driver's side. Robbie held his breath and prayed that he wasn't about to find a dead body.
The woman lay in the driver's seat with a deflated bag on her lap and several bits of shattered glass in her hair. She was pale, her eyes half-closed and a line of blood trickling down her forehead. A sweeping coolness ran through his body when he saw the rapid rising and falling of her chest, and he damn near collapsed onto the ground. She was alive, a little battered and bruised with a few cuts on her face, but alive.
"Hey, hey, stay with me, you're okay," he said, gingerly resting a hand on her shoulder.
The woman jolted awake as if his was lightning. She gasped for air, her wide eyes searching around until they landed on him. His heart fluttered wildly in his chest. Her chocolate brown eyes, even if they were reminiscent of a deer in a headlight, were gorgeous. He hadn't been able to notice it before, but now, with their faces only a foot apart, he could truly appreciate how mesmerizing they were. They even had little flecks of gold that shimmered like stars.
"Wh-what?" She coughed out.
Robbie blinked his eyes. Right. There were important things to worry about right now. He took in a deep breath. "You were just in an accident," he explained in his gentlest tone. "But, it's okay. You're okay."
She nodded her head, but her eyes still seemed dazed. Shakily, she undid her seatbelt and Robbie backed up as she opened the driver's door.
"Hey, hey, take it easy," Robbie said, offering a hand as she slowly staggered out of her car. The woman swatted it aside with her left hand, but immediately doubled over, crying out in pain. His body tensed. "Hey, let me take a look?"
She watched him warily, considering him like a wild animal and wondering if he would bite. She said nothing as she held out her left arm. Robbie slowly unzipped the sleeve of her jacket and smoothed it back. He then held her arm in one of his hands while the other softly tapped up her arm. When his fingers touched halfway to her elbow, she flinched, sucking air sharply through gritted teeth.
Robbie nodded. "Your arm's fractured, but not completely broken. I could take you to the hospital."
"No!"
His shoulders jumped at the harshness of her voice. The woman roughly brushed him off with her good arm, but she still winced at the pain the movement caused her injury. "No hospitals. I-I can't."
He held his arms up, showing her his palms. There was a dark fear in her eyes like an animal caught in a corner. His head tilted a little. Was it just something against hospitals, or was she afraid she could be arrested if she turned up at one? Either way, she probably wasn't going to tell him. "Okay," he agreed. "No hospitals."
She nodded, her body slowly relaxing once more.
"But you really need to get that checked out," he said, stepping closer.
She stepped back. "I'll be fine." She looked away from him and her eyes widened. "But Lola won't."
Robbie followed her gaze and immediately cringed. The once beautiful Corvette was now in a terribly dismal state. The windshield was gone with only a few shards of glass hanging around the frame. The front end was concaved in where it hit a street sign and the hood now stood up like a pitched tent. The right side rested against the wall, but if the missing side mirror was any sign, Robbie figured it wasn't looking too pretty, either. At least, the left side was only dented in slightly from when Manny bumped into her, and it seemed like the back end was fine, as well. All in all, it could have been worse.
"Shit!" She muttered under her breath, running a hand through her short, dark locks. "Coulson is going to kill me."
Robbie cocked his head to the side. Coulson? Who was Coulson? Her boyfriend? Her really handsome auto-enthusiast boyfriend? He sighed as he shook his head. What was he doing? Now, again, was not the time for such thoughts.
Tears brimmed in her eyes that threatened to spill over any second, but she bit her bottom lip and took in a deep, shaky breath to force them back. He raised his brow. God, she really was tough.
"Hey, it'll be okay." Robbie walked up to her as she examined the front end of her car and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I'm a mechanic and I've been able to fix up cars in much worse states than this."
"Wait, really?" Her narrow eyes flicked between his face and his hand, but she didn't make any moves to oppose. "You can fix her?"
He nodded. Robbie still remembered when his uncle rolled Lucy into Canelo's one night. Poor thing was barely a car at all, and now it was the baddest ride in all of East L.A. If he could do that with almost nothing, he was certain he could fix her Corvette.
"Yeah. Well, it might be a little heard to get some parts, depending on what we are working with, but I could probably get it done in a few weeks, one month tops."
The woman tilted her head as she stared at him like he was one of the strangest puzzles she's ever seen. The kind of puzzle where you have no idea how it got put together but the end product was undeniably amazing. Robbie grinned. It was great to see her being in his place for a change.
"Thanks," she murmured.
He smiled as he removed his hand from her shoulder and held it out. "I'm Robbie. Robbie Reyes."
She slowly accepted his hand, sharing a small, dazzling smile back that made the stars pale in comparison. "Daisy."
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Say it! Say it loud! You are not weak! You are not stupid! You’ve got this!
I am not weak! And I am not stupid! I will make things right! (She reaches on instinct, like she subconsciously knows it’ll be there, and pulls a sledgehammer without difficultly. She shifts her feet apart, lowers her stance, keeps a tight grip on the handle. And with a scream of assertion and effort, she swings and smashes it into the door)
(The door crumples under the blow, as does the rest of the world; it explodes into light, the screen turning completely white as the sound of distressed metal fills the speakers. Slowly, the light dies down to pure black, and the speakers fall quiet once again. There is nothing left to be seen)
