Yuki
"Do you cook often?" Brokentear asked. I paused in my making of French Toast and waited as he poured the coffee, rolling words and explanations around in my head to find the right way to explain.
"Not really, not anymore at least." I said vaguely, pulling a carton of milk from the fridge. Fixing my coffee to the way I liked it - one cup of milk, four spoonfuls of sugar - I took a sip and glanced to the man at my side, slightly surprised at the interested look Brokentear sported. I tilted my head a little and he raised his eyebrows in silent askance for clarity. I sighed softly through my nose and went back to making the french toast, the slow, almost automatic pace slightly comforting.
"When I say not anymore, it means in recent years. When I was little, I was taught how to cook, and before an unfortunate circumstance happened, I bar-tended and infiltrated places as a cook, but not so much recently." I said, the memories stinging a little. I brushed them off and slid the last piece onto the second plate, the first already piled with four pieces. I slid both plates over to Brokentear and turned to get the butter and syrup, the we both headed to the dining room.
He handed me the second plate, the more recent one finished, and we fixed our plates up and dug in. I smirked at him over my mug of coffee. "Bet you didn't think I could cook, did you?" I smirked, said smirk widening at the slightly guilty look. I shrugged at him and stole a small slice of food in retribution. He looked amused, and I grinned at him, enjoying eating a meal with someone again.
I'd been on my own for longer than I cared to remember, it was nice to finally have someone to eat with, especially when I didn't feel obligated to talk with them and could just sit in companionable silence. I enjoyed talking with Brokentear, but it wasn't forced, like some conversations I'd had.
Setsuna
"Yes, I'd like to fly with you, Setsu." Forever said, tightening his grip on me. I grinned unrepentantly, enjoying the amount of emotion I picked up from that single sentence. I slid his arms to wrap around my neck and then slid my arms around his waist, grinning down at him, my body humming with tension in preparation of flight.
"Hold on tight then, and never let go," I whispered, and then leaned back and together we fell from the balcony. I grinned sadistically when Forever screamed, then flipped us over and snapped my wings out, the wind jerking painfully on my wings and pulling us high into the air. I flapped them more until we were higher than the tallest tower and fell still, the only movement that of my wings keeping us in the air.
Forever was shaking in my arms, and I thought I caught the scent of tears. I frowned at myself and made soft comforting noises in his ear, tightening my grip around his waist in reassurance. I had messed up this time and I knew it, terrifying the poor boy beyond words.
"I'm sorry love, that was mean of me to do to you, especially when this is probably your first flight. Shh, there there, I've got'cha, I won't suddenly drop you or anything, you're safe," I assured, mentally smacking myself a good one. Keeping one arm tight around his waist, I moved the other to run through his hair and down his back soothingly.
I sighed softly and moved one of his arms from my neck to rest his hand over my heart again, said organ beating erratically. I smiled down at the head buried in my neck. "I've got you, I wouldn't ever let you fall. Do you want me to take you back?" I asked, feeling sad that I may have stupidly ruined his first flight. It was the first flight that was the most important.
