it's like the sun came out

[scubatankfilledwithfarts]

Her entire life she never really had a home. Labs and locked rooms, sterilized environments, the dehumanizing beeps of machines and the shadows in the hearts of man—there’s nowhere to belong there. Nowhere to see the sun, to thrive. On the run, hardly becoming close to others. Drifting around like a ghost.

But the thrum of the Freeden as it glides across this shattered, but still hopeful, Earth, the kind eyes of the crew.

[this boy that trusted her from the moment their eyes met]

This might be it.

Tiffa often watches from the deck, takes a moment to breathe it in. Their path follows them, but their fates might not. Fates, from a girl who can see things stretched out before them.

Often, Garrod joins her. They don’t always chat; Tiffa’s rather quiet herself, but Garrod’s chatter is welcome, the way his stories and his words fill the air, the silence, warms her just as much as sunlight peeking through the clouds.

Garrod turns to her now, a grin forever tucked into the corner of his mouth. His green eyes sparkle with mischief.

“Do you know how to whistle?”

Whistle? Tiffa arches a brow at him. Of course she does, all children at least know the motion. She purses her lips to show him, lower lip curved up—

“Good!” Garrod crows, and leans in with his own pursed mouth, intent on a kiss.

Tiffa’s eyes widen, and to both their folly, breaks out into a giggle that interrupts Garrod’s plan.

Cheeks red, the pilot pulls back, disappointed but brushing it off.

“Pretty bad, huh?”

It’s so dumb, it’s the worst. She’s sure movies had better romantic tactics than this. Who did he get this plan from? It’s so dumb…but her own cheeks pinken and not just from laughter, or from embarrassment, but—

But wow, Tiffa really found this boy. This home. Hers.

Leaning over slightly, warm hand on his arm, Tiffa places a chaste kiss on the red apple of his cheeks. His face blossoms red beneath, a frazzled burst of laughter follows.

Their gazes turn to the horizon as one, content. Heads bowed together.

Garrod whistles a cheery tune, loud and sure.