FIREPOUND - god AU

.˚•_ CHAPTER 1

POUND POV

I step through the palace halls, its warm embrace a stark contrast to the depth of night outside the palace walls. 

it's 2AM, i should be sleeping or at the least resting. but something draws me to the serene palace gardens in the beauty of it's darkness.

I step out into the gardens, it's soft grass, a gentle embrace beneath my socks. even nightly robes seemed to have a need to be elegant when faced with being a god.

I walk through the gardens, gazing around before spotting fireball sitting beneath the willow tree of serenity. 

a tree planted to symbolise the war between god and humans coming to an end. I still have crack like markings down my skin because of that war.

my gaze drifts over fireballs figure, a soft glow radiating off of and around him. his face looked.. calm.. for once. I debate on whether or not to talk to him.

we haven't had many interactions that he remembers but during the war we were practically inseparable. we had thousands of close bonding moments but.. he got really messed up.. and lost every memory up to when we were closest.

I walk toward him. "greetings, fireball." I say softly, leaning on the tree as I stand next to him. he lifts his gaze from the stars and turns his head toward me.

"mm.. hello." he mumbles, turning back to the stars. we stay in silence for a moment or two before I speak up. "what are you doing awake at this hour?" I mutter. 

"I could ask you the same thing." he says, turning his head to me. his fiery coloured robes draped around him. I gaze away, simply shrugging.

"hm." we stay in silence for a few more moments. "sit." he mumbles. I'm slightly surprised but after a moment, I sit down next to him. 

we silently sit next to each other. gazing over the stars in serenity. I turn my head, looking straight toward him. he has scars over his arms and face, wounds from battle that never went away.

he turns his head to me. we gaze into each others eyes before quickly turning our heads. I can feel the blush on my face but just beg that it isn't that noticeable. 

I shake it off and gaze back at the stars.

I sigh softly, ignoring the intense feeling in my stomach right now. like a million fireworks, I ignore, ignore, ignore.

I look up at the stars, carefully spotting each constellation and counting the stars. making out each and every shape.

I don't realise nor register what I'm doing, but before I can stop myself..

my fingers are intertwined with his. and he's looking down at our hands with a surprised gaze.