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02: shackles
felix/sheba | how do you comfort a girl who’s been kidnapped for the second time? | pg

They walk together amidst the crowd and then beneath the trees, their companions left behind curled up around themselves around the remnants of the fire that had lasted them for the night, still fast asleep in the soft grass. Their footsteps play songs with the buzz of the cicadas and the cheerful chirps of the birds high above as the dregs of a short summer night fall behind their footsteps; the skies a color experiment of the soft pastels of a sunrise.

Sheba’s steps are graceful and short, Felix’s, an awkward effort to not leave her behind. Silence is everything in this place, stretched uncomfortably and yet comfortable between the two of them. No words are necessary, not right now. Not just after they’ve rescued her from the hands of an impatient pair of Agatios and Karst.

He glances in her direction, but not at her. No, never that. His eyes are caught at her wrists and how thin the skin there got. And red. It looks too much like the wounds Felix’s worked so hard to avoid during their time with Saturos and Menardi; and at this, the Earth user can’t quite feel like the leader they expect him to be. Still, he knows that Sheba’s expression will be tranquil, and a light, innocent smile will curve her lips. And he honestly can’t tell why, not when your biggest failure is walking with you.

With time, Sheba tells him of how she’s lost count of the days. How she’s lost count of the days in captivity despite how she had the rising and the setting of the sun tantalizing her through the cracks in the walls. All to call their group’s attention to the lighthouses begging to be lit. Elemental stars don’t fall into beacons on their own, Karst had said.

“But I knew you’d come Felix. You’re always there for me.”

She smiles blankly at the nothing and then at him. He can’t enjoy it throughout his guilt. And he knows she can’t quite forget how much it hurt her, and how much it still does; Felix’s sure she can still remember the exact words he guesses were whispered into her ear. For the briefest moment, he thinks that it would be nice to hold her hand, bring it to his lips and whisper, “It will be alright.” He’d be able to smile, and add, “I’ll protect you.”

Not today, and soon Piers and Jenna will be waking up, and they’ll ask for their whereabouts.