@nemeseias
i figured we never got that homecoming dance, and you haven't really seen me all dolled up in /years/, so ... [ furniture pushed to the side, soft fairy lights twinkling, and the faint sound of music, ] homecoming, literally.
/ little surprise after a business trip:))))
you're always fixing me up like this, does it ever get tiring?
oh god! [ feigning shock, he splayed back, dropping his hand from hers, ] i don't know what i'm going to do with myself! my whole entire hand?
@RIPROBIN *sierra looked up at jason’s face then — as if scared, terrified to look directly at him for more than a moment, returned her attention immediately to his hand. once more around with the gauze and she fastened it with a bandage clip. she clung to his hand for a moment before dropping it.* i think we will have to amputate.
[ he laughed at that, though not entirely amused. there was a layer of jealousy in his new found relationship with sierra, how quickly she could heal himself, and he, who packed scar atop scar, could barely handle getting a paper cut. and what a curse that she was just /so/ good at suturing. ]
well? am i going to live? am i scarred?
a courtyard filled with roses, dancing people and the occasional shouting merchant with posters of aurora’s face. a nightmare for the normal introvert, yet still a dream for aurora — loved and adored even as she ran through the cobblestone streets, looking for the one person that truly mattered in the grand scheme of things. “ there you are ! i was worried you’d miss my coronation. “
she came to a harsh stop, just barely bumping into sierra before she bends down to catch her breath — hand over her heart. “ sorry. i haven’t had to run like that in a while. “
“ you don’t need to thank me, you earned it yourself after all these years. “ through loyalty, unrequested commentary and a link that aurora couldn’t describe even if she wanted to. and she did want to, desperately — so maybe it was enough to give to sierra until she had nothing more to give.
she reached for bread, only breaking a chunk off for herself, the strawberry jam spreading itself before she could think it. “ you know my father, “ the king part doesn’t need to be said, but the electricity clung to air — king harvey, a shining sun and a bright apollo for his people. the best man she knew. “ he said when you become a knight you get to pick a squire. usually that’s based off skill and talent but you should feel free to pick a hot guy. “
she leads sierra through the courtyard, stopping so they could admire the vendors. “ are you alright ? i don’t think i’ve ever seen you so .. nervous. you’re going to do great, you know that. “
@ohbunnys sierra nodded, rubbing her eyes with the hard edge of her palm — the way you do after swimming, after you’ve been submerged underwater for just a moment too long. everything aurora said sounded distant, twice-removed from sierra where she stood, on the cobblestone, in the courtyard just outside the baker’s. yes, the bakers. sierra smiled, though it didn’t feel like her mouth. ‘knighted? what an honour, aurora. how can i ever thank you?’ years of service, that was how. sierra’s expression pinched, mind slow but limbs moving anyway, hand reaching into the basket to take out the bread. ‘of course your highness. i have jam as well, if you’d like some?’
she nods a bit, perfect curls bouncing but never moving. like they were superglued into perfect place. like they were drawn to sit like that. “ i know i know — but i had to see you. “ aurora’s hand moves to hold sierra’s, careful of the basket and the smell that was most definitely tempting. “ it was supposed to be a surprise but i can’t keep it in anymore .. you’re going to be knighted ! “
the words aren’t even fully out before she practiced tackles her sister into a hug, eyes from the crowd never leaving the two. “ i’ll be queen and you’ll be my personal knight. like king wayne and sir alfred — “ she leans back to give a head gesture to the baguette bread sticking out. “ may i ? i might’ve skipped breakfast just to see you. “