His Guardian Angel
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Summary: Finding herself caught up in a dangerous exchange, Nova has just one priority: the general’s safety. Unfortunately, that implies there probably isn’t much self preservation left to spare for herself.
*Author’s Note*: Latter 2 fics for this week are going to be short, sorry about that orz my motivation has shifted entirely to something else, but I was determined to keep my schedule and write 3 fics for Desair this week. So I did…not a ton of substance in the situations over the prose, but I felt like they were worthwhile exercises anyway.
It happened so fast, he barely had time to react. Actually, he didn’t have time, which was part of the problem. His life flashed before his eyes…or more accurately her life. The final image that was sure to be branded in his head until the end of time, and even if it was of her, it’d be the most painful scene he’d ever had the displeasure to witness. He wasn’t sure he could face whatever fate may be awaiting him when he finally found the strength to open his eyes again. To his surprise, and shock and relief, things appeared to be relatively normal as he observed his surroundings this second time. The events playing out before him were chaotic, but the atmosphere wasn’t sullied with any hints of regret or hopelessness. As he reached forward to grasp her shoulder he realized his arm was moving of its own accord.
“Nova, are you…” his voice was raw, raspy. It’d been stolen away by the force of the impact, the weight of her body as she’d shoved him out of the way. Reckless, inadvisable, one of the worst decisions she could have possibly made. And she’d done it for him, simply because it was him. She’d acted on her own impulse and he didn’t know if he’d be able to forgive her, especially if it turned out she’d subjected herself to some measure of irreversible harm.
“I’m okay,” she replied soothingly, looking over her shoulder with a smile that knocked out his next breath before he could even recover it. She placed a hand over his, dark eyes radiating with comfort and love. How could she be the one offering him those sentiments? At a time like this, in a situation where her life had undeniably been the one in peril? His mind was reeling, body trembling as he struggled to process the inconceivable reality he found himself in. “Did you get hurt?”
“How could you ask me something like that?” he challenged in labored huffs, shaky words that he barely had enough conviction to utter. “Did you get hurt? You’re the one…you took the blow, it was fatal, it should have--”
She chuckled and he fell silent, stunned by her apparent amusement. Was this all a game? How could she possibly be enjoying herself? She turned her torso towards him and he examined her warily; it didn’t take long to see that absolutely nothing was wrong. There were no marks, no lingering injuries or wounds to speak of. It was as if the whole ordeal they’d just suffered through never happened…his mind was groggy, and as dizziness overtook him, he prepared to accept that there was nothing he could do to avoid passing out.
“Do you even remember who you’re talking to?”
Arms cradled him like blankets swaddling a child, and as he glanced over them he realized they were emblazoned with subtle constellations. She was stroking his hair, pressing her cheek against his head, and his head was still striving to stay afloat. Drowning in his thoughts, his worries, the heavy residue left behind by ebbing adrenaline. How could she be the one comforting him right now? Why was she? He should have been stronger than this, and more than that, he should have been strong enough to protect her.
“I am an immortal, after all.”
The reminder fried his system like a lightning strike. Of course everything would be fine…because she was bullet proof, and probably even more powerful. She was like his guardian angel, not the other way around, and as much as he wanted to fight it he knew that his simple desire would never be enough to legitimately change anything. Shouldn’t he just be grateful that she was here for him, that he even had someone like her to protect him? Relieved that he didn’t have to necessarily worry about her in the same way, that he could take comfort in her immunity? None of it seemed convincing enough to dispel his worries entirely, and his preoccupation with his own inadequacy was sure to stick around…such matters were far too complicated to continue wasting any more energy on, though.
“I’m just glad you’re alright,” she continued, doing her best to keep her tone lighthearted. “I’m glad I was here to protect you…”
“There isn’t much left to argue about,” he murmured under his breath before turning his face up to her. “But next time, do you think you could let me try protecting you?”
Her smile was more understanding than anything, and he was stunned she could regard him with anything other than pity at this point. “It really just depends on which one of us is in the most immediate danger first.”
While he didn’t want to put her on edge, he was determined to take his place in the line of fire before she did if a similar situation arose again. It wasn’t the most sound reasoning, but it was the best he could manage at the moment. Sinking further into her embrace, he yielded to her ministrations and just let the tranquility she exuded wash over him. She often told him that she considered herself lucky to have run into him, but he couldn’t help thinking he was more grateful to have been the one to stumble upon her. An unexpected encounter, a chance meeting that had led to two unacquainted individuals eventually putting their lives on the line for each other. It was an extreme development, but not an unwelcome one, although neither of them denied that it would have made them infinitely happier to avoid finding themselves in such a predicament in the first place.
Summary: Finding herself caught up in a dangerous exchange, Nova has just one priority: the general’s safety. Unfortunately, that implies there probably isn’t much self preservation left to spare for herself.
*Author’s Note*: Latter 2 fics for this week are going to be short, sorry about that orz my motivation has shifted entirely to something else, but I was determined to keep my schedule and write 3 fics for Desair this week. So I did…not a ton of substance in the situations over the prose, but I felt like they were worthwhile exercises anyway.
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It happened so fast, he barely had time to react. Actually, he didn’t have time, which was part of the problem. His life flashed before his eyes…or more accurately her life. The final image that was sure to be branded in his head until the end of time, and even if it was of her, it’d be the most painful scene he’d ever had the displeasure to witness. He wasn’t sure he could face whatever fate may be awaiting him when he finally found the strength to open his eyes again. To his surprise, and shock and relief, things appeared to be relatively normal as he observed his surroundings this second time. The events playing out before him were chaotic, but the atmosphere wasn’t sullied with any hints of regret or hopelessness. As he reached forward to grasp her shoulder he realized his arm was moving of its own accord.
“Nova, are you…” his voice was raw, raspy. It’d been stolen away by the force of the impact, the weight of her body as she’d shoved him out of the way. Reckless, inadvisable, one of the worst decisions she could have possibly made. And she’d done it for him, simply because it was him. She’d acted on her own impulse and he didn’t know if he’d be able to forgive her, especially if it turned out she’d subjected herself to some measure of irreversible harm.
“I’m okay,” she replied soothingly, looking over her shoulder with a smile that knocked out his next breath before he could even recover it. She placed a hand over his, dark eyes radiating with comfort and love. How could she be the one offering him those sentiments? At a time like this, in a situation where her life had undeniably been the one in peril? His mind was reeling, body trembling as he struggled to process the inconceivable reality he found himself in. “Did you get hurt?”
“How could you ask me something like that?” he challenged in labored huffs, shaky words that he barely had enough conviction to utter. “Did you get hurt? You’re the one…you took the blow, it was fatal, it should have--”
She chuckled and he fell silent, stunned by her apparent amusement. Was this all a game? How could she possibly be enjoying herself? She turned her torso towards him and he examined her warily; it didn’t take long to see that absolutely nothing was wrong. There were no marks, no lingering injuries or wounds to speak of. It was as if the whole ordeal they’d just suffered through never happened…his mind was groggy, and as dizziness overtook him, he prepared to accept that there was nothing he could do to avoid passing out.
“Do you even remember who you’re talking to?”
Arms cradled him like blankets swaddling a child, and as he glanced over them he realized they were emblazoned with subtle constellations. She was stroking his hair, pressing her cheek against his head, and his head was still striving to stay afloat. Drowning in his thoughts, his worries, the heavy residue left behind by ebbing adrenaline. How could she be the one comforting him right now? Why was she? He should have been stronger than this, and more than that, he should have been strong enough to protect her.
“I am an immortal, after all.”
The reminder fried his system like a lightning strike. Of course everything would be fine…because she was bullet proof, and probably even more powerful. She was like his guardian angel, not the other way around, and as much as he wanted to fight it he knew that his simple desire would never be enough to legitimately change anything. Shouldn’t he just be grateful that she was here for him, that he even had someone like her to protect him? Relieved that he didn’t have to necessarily worry about her in the same way, that he could take comfort in her immunity? None of it seemed convincing enough to dispel his worries entirely, and his preoccupation with his own inadequacy was sure to stick around…such matters were far too complicated to continue wasting any more energy on, though.
“I’m just glad you’re alright,” she continued, doing her best to keep her tone lighthearted. “I’m glad I was here to protect you…”
“There isn’t much left to argue about,” he murmured under his breath before turning his face up to her. “But next time, do you think you could let me try protecting you?”
Her smile was more understanding than anything, and he was stunned she could regard him with anything other than pity at this point. “It really just depends on which one of us is in the most immediate danger first.”
While he didn’t want to put her on edge, he was determined to take his place in the line of fire before she did if a similar situation arose again. It wasn’t the most sound reasoning, but it was the best he could manage at the moment. Sinking further into her embrace, he yielded to her ministrations and just let the tranquility she exuded wash over him. She often told him that she considered herself lucky to have run into him, but he couldn’t help thinking he was more grateful to have been the one to stumble upon her. An unexpected encounter, a chance meeting that had led to two unacquainted individuals eventually putting their lives on the line for each other. It was an extreme development, but not an unwelcome one, although neither of them denied that it would have made them infinitely happier to avoid finding themselves in such a predicament in the first place.
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Date: 2019-10-17 12:11 am (UTC)