I am really excited for the next book of Skyward: Defiant, I have decided that I MUST spend more time with the characters-Skyward being my favorite book-and will try to write some Spensa+Jorgen fluff.
This fanfic will contain spoilers for all Skywa...
Hello, this is dinner party part three, hope it's good. Also, question for y'all's, do you find it strange that Jorgen's initials are the same as Jason's? Like I know Sanderson thought of Jason Write first, then Jerkface, then it became Jorgen, but when did he decide to make Jorgen's last name Weight? Also, just so y'all's know this is the inspo for the dress:
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Jorgen POV
I stood in the garage, nervous. I mean, she had told me that she wanted to come but was it for the reason I wanted it to be for? Did she feel like I was something special? No, probably not, I was her flightleader and had ruined her flight school experience. I tried to help it back at the end but I was still the one who had done so much harm. And she deserved someone amazing, like her, not someone who judged based on parentage. And...
And my thoughts were stopped when, lo, I saw a purple figure step up into the garage. Well, it wasn't a purple figure, but it was Spensa, wearing a beautiful purple gown. Her hair was curled and the dress matched her eyes perfectly. I couldn't breathe for a moment as I realized that this was the first, and probably only, time I would ever see her in a dress. It made it even more special tonight, though I would probably blow it and-
"Jorgen, I asked you a question," she growled, interrupting my train of thought.
"Oh, I," I started, thinking back to what that question could have been, "Sorry, what was your question?"
"I asked how you're expecting me to act at this event? Can I burn the building and watch the ashes of the people inside fly around as the screams echo forevermore in the caverns of deep!"
I eyed her, hoping she was joking. I know it was a very Spensa-like thing to say, and while it did make me happy, my nerves couldn't deal with the stress of her fabulous quotes. "Please don't, this is my house you are burning down," I added, before opening the passenger door for her. She gave me a playful glare, and I felt my breath catch at just how cute she looked. I got into the other side of the hovercar, and started to drive down to the private elevators.
Spensa POV
I sat in the passenger seat of the blue car, Jorgen beside me tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as we sat in traffic. Apparently, Jorgen's parents were well know and merited enough that even though it was a party for the first citizens almost everyone in the deep caverns would be coming. It would be a little while before we could get to Jorgen's house but apparently this wasn't an abnormal occurrence because all of the deep caverners–in their topless hovercars–were chatting besides each other, talking over car doors like sitting in traffic was just another part of the event. But...
Jorgen didn't seem to think this as part of the event. His hands were tight on the steering wheel, tapping so quickly and loudly that I thought the steering wheel might forever have dents branded into it.
I grabbed his hand with my own and set it down onto my leg, squeezing it before letting it go. I knew he was nervous, it reminded me of how I was before I took the pilot test; yes I was a warrior and could face my fears, but... there was also a tentative voice now, telling me to think. Maybe it was my flight's influence, or Jorgen's, but I knew better now what I should do and how people felt.
He looked up from the road in front of him, and I realized how the glowing blue light of the deep caverns—unlike the red in Igneous—made the gray flecks in his dark brown eyes shine. He smiled at me and squeezed me knee, wich his had was still on, before pulling away to the dashboard.
"What music do you like?" He asked, cocking his head.
"I-" I licked my lips, thinking, "I haven't listened to much music."
"Okay, well how do you think of classical music, it would be pretty much the only thing that we wouldn't get weird looks from listening to," he said. I nodded, and he turned a dial on the dashboard, that was when the most calming music started to play. I started with a light patter of music and then a sound that seemed to shift, almost like a banshee but is this banshee was the child of an angle. The music rose and fell, as very few people had come together but were so well trained that they could create something so momentous but soothing. I had heard the songs that M-Bot liked to play but they allways had a ege to them, a louder and higher music that sounded like hundreds of people; this was different, this made me want to curl up, close my eyes and become part of the music. I did close my eyes and after a few moments I felt a hand go into my own. Joregen's hand was warm and although his skin was hardened it was so tenderly griping my own traffic still wasn't moving but for now it didn't matter to me. I was content listing to the music with Jorgen's finers entwined with my own.
Sorry for the super short chapter and for not posting in a while. I have quite a bit of stuff to do and might not post for a little while. I also have so much writers block so send me any ideas on what to do/how to end my block. Thanks for reading!
