Defenders of Destiny Bk 1: Destiny Begins

Prom Night

Warning ⚠️: This book contains graphic content. Viewer discretion is advised.

"So, as you know.... Tonight is the big night. No, not Prom..." Killian grinned excitedly before he pushed open a large wardrobe, revealing a spandex suit within.

"Is that the costume I designed for a character in my old novels?" Joelee deadpanned as her cheeks flared a bright pink at the realization that even after seven years he still remembered her design.

"Yes it is. You don't like it?" Killian's smile fell as he began to close the wardrobe, pausing when Joelee placed a hand on his forearm with a wide smile on her face.

"I love it! Although I don't think I have the shape to look good in that. The character I designed was thicc and slim at the same time. I have normal person proportions.... So..." Joelee's face darkened as she removed her hand from his arm before rubbing the back of her neck shyly, admiring the pitch black suit and knee high boots out of the corner of her eye as she spoke.

"Oh, honey. Shut your mouth. You definitely have the body for that suit. It's literally made for you." Killian winked as Joelee gave a scoff of disbelief but walked towards the wardrobe nevertheless.

"I'll try it on. But you're biased because you're my best friend." Joelee stuck out her tongue at Killian who grinned but gave no reply as he watched her gently take the costume from its hanger, admiring it with a dazzling look in her eyes.

He knew how important her old comics were to her. Nobody had really supported them as she was always supported in her medical studies rather than her media skills, but he loved it when she would send him her mini comics.

The way her eyes were alight with happy memories as she studied the costume that he had painstakingly made to perfection... That was the reaction he had been hoping for.

"I love it. Thank you, Killian." Joelee turned to smile at her friend who swallowed heavily at the beautiful sparkle to her eyes. He hadn't seen that look of genuine happinesses in a very long time.

Joelee turned to make her way up the stairs, pausing when Killian cleared his throat rather nervously.

"My room is right through that door. You can change in there if you want to." Killian said rather awkwardly, lifting his dark eyes to Joelee who grinned as she nodded her thanks before hurrying to change.

Killian released a breath after she was gone, pulling a black sketchbook with a small smile on his face, gently tracing his fingers over Joelee's messy handwriting from when she was younger.

A sigh escaped his lips as he flipped through the rough sketches of her old superhero comic, having sent the rough draft to Killian years ago to have him review. He had kept it ever since and had it shipped to him from his hometown when they settled into their new apartment complex.

His dad had been less than thrilled to hear from him after so long only for him to ask for a small amount of supplies from his room to be sent to a post office in New York. He had gotten quite an earful during his call on a pay phone to his father but his dad had pulled through in sending everything he requested nevertheless.

All of the sketches were so detailed for her only being thirteen at the time, he had always admired that about her art. How much time she actually put into each character and the background.

He wondered if she still like to draw.... He would love to see how her art had improved over the years as she had eventually stopped drawing entirely right before they got kidnapped. He'd never really known why, though he had asked before... She wouldn't tell him.