The air between them was stale. Silent conversations filled with thick awkwardness that nearly choked the both of them. It filled their lungs with a sort of heaviness, leaving them nearly breathless in each other's presence. The soft air moved through their quick hand gestures, ringing in her ears and stinging at his stitches. They tried pulling it off for the longest time, the others didn't buy it. They didn't even buy their own act. The others knew they weren't as comfortable as they were before. They themselves knew that also.
Meulin was sick of it. Simply sick of it. Sick of Kurloz acting so weird around him, sick of her own body tensing up at moments. She wanted to hang out with him, be close with him. She wanted to have cuddles and be able to curl up like a kitten in his lap and give him small kisses and tight hugs. She wanted to be his matesprit and return things back to the way they were before. When they weren't so akward around each other. That's really all she wanted. And even though she was the shipping and quadrant master, she didn't know what to do.
Kurloz felt the same. He missed her, emotionally and physically. He wanted to take the stitches out and maybe be able to talk again, take away the awkwardness and the sadness from her eyes and change her small frown to her smile that he loved. Then he realized she couldn't hear him, if he did speak. She wouldn't, couldn't hear him saying that he loved her or the soft things he once whispered to her. He wanted to be there for her, have her not scared of him, even if she had all the reason to be. He still loved her, and even if he was the one who broke off their matespritship in the first place, he wanted nothing more than to have that back.
She was in her hive, curled up in one of his hoodies. Even if they weren't matesprits, it didn't mean that she wouldn't steal his clothes. Plus his hoodies were comfy. Her doodle book was on her lap. The only sounds in the room were of her breathing and pencil against paper. Her pencil scritched against the page as she crossed out ships and added new ones, drawing small hearts and a few spades. She never had a good eye for kismesistudes, mostly just matespritships, kismesistudes was Kurloz's thing. She smiled softly to herself, humming some odd tune just to feel the small rumble in her throat.
Kurloz let out a sigh through his nose, nostrals flaring up momentarily as he raised her fist to knock on the door. He stopped mid swing, realizing she wouldn't even be able to hear the wrapping of his knuckles against the front door. He then just pushed right in, the door closing with a click as he headed inside her hive. He peeked around the corner to the living room area, seeing her curled up on the couch. The stitches strained as he gave a soft smile as he headed over, the stitches tugging at the still sensitive skin and pulling and irritating it. He didn't mind all too much.
He plopped down on the couch beside the girl, and she waved at him, yelling a quick "Hi Kurloz!" To him before turning back to her doodles. He glanced over, long chin resting on her little shoulder. His bony fingers pushed some of her black, curly locks out of the way so his eyes could flick to whatever she happened to be drawing. What she was drawing however, was quite surprising to him, though. Her cheeks filled with a bright olive colour when she realized he was watching her draw.
There was a picture of them, just a small doodle. A smile on both of their faces and her hand in his. Her pencil stopped the tip chipping off as she dug it into the paper in embarrassment. There were many red hearts surround the drawing, along with a few question marks and exclamation points. Kurloz hesitated before reached his hands out.
"I ship it."
cant stop wont stop
That. That was beautiful. I ship it too.
Sums it all up right there. "I ship it."
<3 a true and beatiful ship...and their backgrund story is sad...
This is.. so much more perfect than any ship I thought I loved XD New favorite ship without a doubt...
oh.... this is so cute..... I love it.... you're really good...
the feels from this story O^O the feeeeels
never stop your good