STORY!!
Sora came home from school one day, her hoodie torn--as it had been many times, although Sora always repaired it. Her glasses sat askew on her face as though the frames had been bent, and a bruise marred her left cheek under the eye. Lee looked irritated, and his lips pursed and twisted in a closed grimace; he wheeled his chair into the house behind Sora and shut the front door, seeming resigned, as though he had something to say, but he kept silent. Sora seemed to bite off her anger and keep silent as well, and the both of them slunk into her room and shut the door.
"You shouldn't have gotten into that fight," Lee mumbled, dabbing gently at Sora's face to clean up the scrapes and bruises. She sat silently, taking the stinging pain with a straight face and an unflinching gaze. Her glasses sat, indeed twisted, on the bathroom counter next to them. "I couldn't help it," Sora growled, her anger not focused on Lee but at the football players she had fought during school. "The fuckers kept calling me a terrorist. Which, I'm kind of used to, but what pissed me off was they said I'm from Pakistan. Pakistan!" Lee sighed.
Sora shifted and folded one leg across the other, sitting in a chair in the bathroom that sat inside their main guest room. Her arms were folded, and she wore a black tank top and cammo pants with her usual heavy boots. Lee finished and leaned forward to kiss Sora's nose gently. Sora blushed, but her face still remained firm, irritated. Lee's green eyes searched Sora's blue ones, love and concern etched across his face.
"At least the narks saw that they started it first, and you got off on self defense," Lee offered, trying to lift Sora's spirits. Sora nodded, relaxing a bit. "I guess," she sighed, turning away. Lee took one of Sora's hands in his and brought it to his lips. Sora gazed at him questioningly. She blushed when Lee brushed his lips over Sora's fingers gently.
They were quiet as Lee kissed Sora's hands.
Then...
"Thanks, Lee."
"You shouldn't have gotten into that fight," Lee mumbled, dabbing gently at Sora's face to clean up the scrapes and bruises. She sat silently, taking the stinging pain with a straight face and an unflinching gaze. Her glasses sat, indeed twisted, on the bathroom counter next to them. "I couldn't help it," Sora growled, her anger not focused on Lee but at the football players she had fought during school. "The fuckers kept calling me a terrorist. Which, I'm kind of used to, but what pissed me off was they said I'm from Pakistan. Pakistan!" Lee sighed.
Sora shifted and folded one leg across the other, sitting in a chair in the bathroom that sat inside their main guest room. Her arms were folded, and she wore a black tank top and cammo pants with her usual heavy boots. Lee finished and leaned forward to kiss Sora's nose gently. Sora blushed, but her face still remained firm, irritated. Lee's green eyes searched Sora's blue ones, love and concern etched across his face.
"At least the narks saw that they started it first, and you got off on self defense," Lee offered, trying to lift Sora's spirits. Sora nodded, relaxing a bit. "I guess," she sighed, turning away. Lee took one of Sora's hands in his and brought it to his lips. Sora gazed at him questioningly. She blushed when Lee brushed his lips over Sora's fingers gently.
They were quiet as Lee kissed Sora's hands.
Then...
"Thanks, Lee."