Cynthia's parent were apart of Rosalind's task force before they decide to quit and raise a family, they kept in touch with Farah and Saul. One day the unthinkable happened Cynthia's mom was able to transform, the day that she transformed was the da...
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Cynthia and Sky lie on her bed. Her head on his chest, and Nox lying around their feet.
"How was training today?" Cynthia asks quietly. Tilting her head up to look at him.
"I bailed." Sky shrugs. "I wasn't really in the mood."
"It could be a good idea to go." Cynthia prompts gently. "Help you to stay active and keep your mind off things."
Sky humes non commitely before changing the subject. "Silva told me the sting was a bust this morning. That sucks."
"Yeah," Cynthia sighs. "He keeps calling off on Bloom. It's just tiring."
Sky says nothing.
"This won't distract me from wanting to talk about your problems," Cynthia warns him. Wagging her finger at him.
"If that won't, maybe this will." And with that, he grins. Pulling her in for a kiss. Rolling her so that she is lying under him as they carry on lazily kissing and enjoying the moment.
But after a bit, they pull apart. Aware that they aren't the only people in the suit.
"You know," Cynthia hums. "I hate to ruin a good moment, but you can't keep ignoring what happened to Andreas by focusing on me. At some point, you have to face it."
"Are you sure?" He questions, pulling her in for another kiss.
"Sky." She warns as he pulls back.
"I've gotta run." He sighs. "Guard duty." He explains when she gives him a filthy look. "Text you later, okay?"
"Okay," she nods. "But at some point, we are going to have to talk about this."
"Not if I can help it," Sky tells her, grabbing his jacket.
"Sky," She sighs.
But he just holds his hands up in surrender as he backs out of her room. Cynthia watches him go. Standing up as he leaves her room to watch as he leaves their dorm. The moment the door clicks shut behind him, Cynthia sighs, tipping her head up to the ceiling. What was she going to do with him?
"How's he doing?" Aisha asks from where she is studying on one of the sofas.
"Not good." Cynthia murmurs. "No matter how much he pretends. Does Grey do that? The whole 'I'm fine' act." She asks.
"Honestly, I'm probably more closed off than he is." Aisha shrugs.
"Where's he been lately?" Bloom questions from where she is sat opposite Aisha doing her own studying.
"We just have too much important stuff to handle," Aisha explains. "Sebastian. Musa. I have to refocus."
"Well, I have a suggestion on that front." Bloom broaches. "We could offer Sebastian the Blood Witch book."
