"Be careful up there!" You shout as a twinge of pain shoots up your neck, forcing you to lower your head to eye level instead of the craning view you were trying to get. Sunspot was on the tallest floor of the current build. Standing at about 5-6 floors as he teeters far too close to the edge.
It had been long past since the end of your training. The last few hours having been dedicated to simply messing around with your new found skill. After all, just training with no creativity can make anything stale.
With a final wall placed up you let out a sigh of relief knowing there could be no chance of him backing up into a free fall.
So instead of an accident, the ball of sunshine springs out of the window. The breath you just released rushes back into your lungs causing you to cough violently. Your steps being thrown off by the sudden action. The hopes of breaking his fall in time were dwindling by the micro-second as you stumble.
A pair of hands grab onto your arm and side. Turning your figure, rather roughly, from your fall. shifting you into a more comfortable position with an arm cradling your back and the other around your waist. A lop-sided smile fills your sight.
Your face fills with a warmth that's becoming too familiar for your liking. Too specific.
"How'd you? You were..." Your words trail as you look past the starboy, towards the sky that he was falling from.
Shuffling so you could stand on your own, Sunspot signs, "No fall damage here." His hands gently lower, nothing in mind, nothing of intention. Just a simple end to his statement. How they softly filled into yours in a comforting hold is another thing, however.
"Ah, that makes sense," you nod in understanding. The hold going unnoticed in your mind, yet your body reciprocates the action without your attention. A gentle hold back, affirming the connection.
The further confirmation of another's hand in yours is brought into the forefront of your mind. Your eyes glancing at the connection, your heart squeezes in embarrassment and want.
Retracting your hands only to be brought back in by the same pair of yellow hands that began this brings fluttering sparks across your skin.
His hands slip away seconds after.
"Is this making you uncomfortable?" He signs, taking half a step back.
A pit opens in your stomach.
"What? No, no, not all, I mean-" You bring your hands towards your chest, fumbling with your fingers. A thumb pressing into the palm of your other hand.
"I don't want you do anything you want to -" He begins to ramble, "I don't have any expectation for anything, if it goes in a certain direction or not. I never intended for whatever this is, I meant when I said I wanted to be -" You grab the sides of his forearms making him stop signing, stop speaking.
"Don't apologize," Your eyes connect, scanning for anything that may be pushing this too far, but you continue, "its was...nice," your hands travel down towards his wrists.
Eyes flicking from your attention towards the movement, Sunspot's skin pricks with sensations of sparks amongst the trail your hands lead.
"I don't mind," Your voice softer in a hushed tone. Sunspot's signature warmth fills your hands as they meet. "not if you don't either." His hold tightens ever so softly, a silent confirmation as his heart pounds.
A different warmth fills his chest, stings gripping at his skin from the heat. A white glow visible under the white garment he is wearing, catching your eye.
As if parting away from quicksand in its exertion, Sunspot lets go of your hand. Pulling back the neck of his sweater so his hand bolts for the chain. Pulling the burning jewelry over his head and away from his body.
Medallion glistening in the deep reds of the sunset as the glow stays bright has your eyebrows knitting in confusion.
"Sunspot, what's that?" You ask, your hand reaching under it but not touching it.
"It's Aries' medallion," replies Sunspot, "He gave it to me, us, the last match."
"What do you mean?" a nervous laugh escapes you.
"He gave us his blessing?" While meant to be a statement his voice hitching at the end provided a different response.
"A blessing?" You bring your hand away from the medallion. Sunspot shrugs, as the glow from the medallion continues and the sun continues to set. Your gaze falls to the ground. The streaks of gold and red lead your eyes to golden hour.
Sunspot's attention towards you following in suit.
As the sun sets in the horizon, turning the sky into vivid pinks, purple and navy. Whisps of leftover clouds trailing behind. Tinges of gold lining their figure as the galaxy unknown is revealed from its veil.
"Guess we should head on home," You say, having Sunpot do a double take as your words process in.
"Don't you feel a little awkward about...this?" He holds up the medallion to your vision once more to which you place your hand over his and push it away.
"The gods are...gods. We don't know what they mean by it," You reason,"But it's our choice and where we want to end up." Sunspot listens intently, and slowly a nod comes up. Softly the glow of the medallions dims.
I think it's pretty obvious where this is going.
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Okay but who's making the first move? 👀You guys thing it should be you or Sunspot?
Also sorry for not updating in so long, I was hit with the fanfic writer curse :D
My dog recently died, got a call back from an internship, reconnected with some friends wayyy back in middle school, and my boyfriend's dog also died.
Yippie!/sar
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