Tommyinnit Oneshots

Trials of Clara pt. 2

An arrow of golden light shot across the air like a comet, exploding upon contact with the DSMP guard. He flopped to the ground with scorch marks visible on his coat. His comrades looked around with wide eyes before they were met with the same fate. Clara broke through the tree line, with a shooting star shaped arrow resting against the drawstring where her fingers were waiting to bring it back. She looked around for anyone she might have missed with her horrible mortal eyesight. How did humans ever live when they couldn't see miles away with a glance?

Once Clara was satisfied that everyone was taken out, she ran down the path to find Tommy. Her wet black hair blew back with the breeze, catching some wind to dry it off. Her hair was starting to fuzz and curl, and Clara wanted to lie down and fix it. She would have, too, because she was a goddess. She didn't care if Tommy survived or died. That's what she told herself, anyways. It was a blatant lie because Clara was trying to find Tommy instead of giving into her own whims.

Clara halted on her toes when she saw Tommy. She could pick him out from the bunch because of his golden hair. He was wielding a netherite sword like he had always been sword fighting, shoving off men as he tried to swing in a few incapacitating hits. Eventually, all the men were knocked down, leaving Tommy and what Clara saw to be two children who were absolutely terrified. Tommy leaned down to reassure them, so he had no idea about the man sneaking up on him with a dagger raised high above his head. The children warned Tommy, and he turned around too late to stop the man.

The man breathed out, dagger dropping from his grasp as he crumpled to the ground. A golden arrow shaft was stuck in his back, and Clara stood a few meters away, eyes pinned darkly at the man while her hand was still back from the point where the drawstring is released.

In half muddy clothing that showcased more than 50% of skin, fuzzy hair matted to one side of her face, eyes gleaming with barely contained rage aimed at the man who laid dead, Clara was a sight to behold. Tommy felt his heart skip a beat, and he desperately wanted to kick the red blush off his cheeks.

Clara ran over. She leaned down beside Tommy, bow disappearing from her grasp. She didn't bother with Tommy, opting to fuss over the children. It was a strange weakness Clara possessed, considering she felt superior to everyone else. "Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?"

Kudos to the kids for not immediately running away. They paled in fear, inching together but they didn't look away from Clara. She smiled at them, raising her hands to cup their cheeks. The children relaxed slightly under the warm caress. "It will all be okay now. You should return home before more guards arrive."

Clara leaned down to the older girl, maybe 9, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Lights flashed under the skin before fading into the bloodstream. Clara leaned even farther down to do the same to the five year old boy, whose frightened eyes were filled with tears. The same lights appeared and disappeared from his skin.

Clara released the children, watching them run away. Tommy watched with her, hand grasping his sword still. "What did you do?"

"I should not answer you because of what you did to me before this enemy encounter!" Clara yelled as she turned to Tommy was an angry expression that had become trademark of her.

"It isn't my fault that the so called patron of sailors can't swim," Tommy said with an eye roll as he brought himself to his feet. He lifted his hand to Clara. Hesitation swam across her face before she grasped his palm, allowing Tommy to pull her onto her own feet. Neither let go, even when Clara was supporting her weight, or when they began walking back to camp.

"Swimming is not a skill this mortal form is equipped with! Much of my divinity has been stripped away. My powers are equivalent to a devotee, and I never had need to swim as a goddess," Clara said with a sigh. Tommy let out a loose laugh, and Clara felt something in herself come loose. She wanted to laugh like he did. She wanted to laugh with him.