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57 | Mercury - "Through the Years"

A/N: I realized only now, that I absolutely love writing Mercury. He's a delightful character!

STORY OUTLINE: A collection of Mercury's thoughts about Venus over the years.

SHIPS: Can be seen as Vercury, but nothing is explicitly written and it's not the fluffiest chapter :(

AUTHORS NOTE: This is meant to sound like it's written by Mercury. So, creative writing liberties are taken. If there are any glaring grammar mistakes, please inform me. I had NO idea what to title this chapter so I went with something basic, sorry!

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one.

I don't hate Venus. How could I ever? He's a good friend and a nice planet. He likes to stay in his orbit, and I try to impress him from where I am. I think he's really pretty. He has a nice surface with a lot of blues and greens, I haven't seen anything like it. He doesn't go out of his orbit often, I think he wants to keep his surface safe from The Sun.

Venus' step faltered, and he turned back to me, grabbing my arm in one hand. "Come on," he said, eyes sparkling as always. I think his eyes are pretty. "We should hang out in my orbit. Maybe we can talk to Mars later."

We.

I focus on that long enough to find myself dragged by Venus over to his orbit. Did I mention he's really pretty?

two.

And yet, despite everything, when only days later I slide on the asteroid next to him, pen stuck behind my ear and staining my collar, eyes fever-bright and hands shaking, Venus doesn't say a thing as I press in close under the guise of privacy and talk a mile a minute about something Venus didn't catch and can't understand.

"Sick again, are you?" he asks, when I finally, finally pause for a breath. The wounded look I give him is shiny-eyed and full of betrayal, and it's all Venus can do not to laugh in his face. "Don't you have a blanket?" he asks, already pulling away to take his own from his bag. He never needs one.

(He doesn't know if he can bear another second of my heat crammed against his side before he starts to lean into it).

"...Yes," I admitted sulkily. "But not so sick that I can't run circles around you for a couple more years."

"The Sun doesn't have a problem with you going out of your orbit so much?" Venus questioned. The look in his eyes told me that he was bargaining between squeezing the light out of my eyes or whacking me atop the head. "You should be more careful."

I looked really grumpy at that suggestion, letting my head loll to the side and rest on Venus' shoulder. "Which means he doesn't care that much, and even if he does I can slip past his vision."

Venus rolls his eyes, but he dares anyone to remain jealous in the face of my sheer stubborn refusal to acknowledge my own dumb luck–or, if he's being honest, in the face of the earnest fever-gleam of my gaze and the childish way I rub at my eyes with the palms of my hands.

"Make sure to return the book you borrowed from me," I reminded him, turning to my own.

He doesn't, in the end, take the book with him.

It had really just been an excuse to get Venus back to his orbit, where he'd promptly fell into a deep sleep, as I knew he would. I really just wanted to play a prank on Venus while he slept, but I couldn't think of anything.

When I saw Venus struggling to sleep, I had a different idea. Instead of doing something basic like marking Venus' face, I decided to take advantage of the situation and settle myself next to Venus, burying myself into his warmth. The Sun wouldn't mind if I hung out with Venus just for a little longer.