Wishbones and Cracked Skulls

Chapter 02: Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Wishbones and Cracked Skulls

Chapter 02: Somewhere over the Rainbow (Part I)

(Where everyone in I Prescelti Sette finds Skull irresistibly cute)

~Red~

"So, like this?" Amethyst eyes with specks of amber looked at him in guidance, attentive and focused only onto him.

The attention was gratifying, and if it weren't for Fon's tight control over himself, he would already be a preening peacock. He lets his lips quirk higher instead. Warmth feeling his chest and lingered as a snuggly embrace.

With utmost care and gentleness unbecoming of his professional occupation, Fon grabbed Skull's right wrist and lowered it by an inch, his touch lingering for a few seconds to enjoy skinship with his beloved Sky. The wrist looked dainty and frail engulfed in his hand, noting once again on how small Skull's hands are compared to his own, skin paler and surely easy to bruise. But Fon knows, despite their delicate breakable appearance, these hands are fully capable of caving in steel doors off its hinges with one punch. Truly, even without the flame reinforcement, his raw strength is phenomenal and fully capable of rearranging a human's anatomy.

Not that he would, Skull is far too gentle hearted for such barbaric acts of violence, besides, he has Fon who could do it for him, with already bloodied hands who had only known violence since young. The martial artist is already reeling, in the fact that these hands of his could be soft and gentle, that he is even capable of being delicate that doesn't involve an instant painless death. Fon keeps discovering new things about himself after meeting Skull.

Fon still can't believe that there would be a Sky that would be able to handle his Storm, after so many years spent searching and at some point giving up, that he would find his Sky in a civilian stunt rider with mysterious and extraordinary combat skills.

Not to mention, that his Sky would be someone so welcoming to Fon's admittedly overwhelming attentiveness – "You mean obsessiveness, Fon, obsessiveness is the word." "Shut up Sinclair, like you're one to talk." – and give him attention in return.

The new center, the eye of his Storm.

"Oh, so a bit lower?" Skull mumbled more to himself than to Fon.

Fon steps away and watches fondly as the stunt man poke his tongue out from his lips in concentration, engaging to the stance that he just showed three minutes ago and then perfectly executing a series of swipe, guard, finger jab, kick, guard, palm strike and a punch.

Like always, when he's done with the execution, Skull asks for his critics right away, eyes sparkling in the way that he knew that he did a great job and wants Fon to praise him.

It takes his everything not to coo like an overbearing Auntie to his Sky.

Many would attest that Fon is an individual who does not casually hand out complements even to his most respected opponents – targets – but he learned to do so because it makes Skull happy to be praised for a job well done, even over the tiniest of approval could lift the brightest smiles from his face. It came natural for Fon to praise Skull, even before when he learned that the stuntman was his Sky and just when they barely knew each other, it just felt right to do so, to encourage the younger man when he was still dipping his toes on the underground business he got himself to. The Skull from back then looked incredibly perplexed, anxious and flustered whenever he gets an approval, but now, it seems like he has gotten used to being complimented a lot, and even looks forward for it, bestowing them a smile that shamed Yang'asha herself.