◢ Random Scenarios from the darkest pits of hEck 〈 2023 〉 ◣

ᘛ Random AF Scenarios # 1 ᘚ

She stood like that for a while, rejoicing in the peace of that beautiful color. Alongside that, she hadn't lost her knowledge of the ursine's presence, so ever so tenderly, her wrist stroked his back, although a tad absentmindedly. That silence had become a bliss in her eyes, and she'd only hoped it was the same for him.

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( This is SB, by the way. A shIp I've grown to somewhAt lIke- <:1 )

In the dim radiance of her room, the two sat, close together in a cuddle. The warmth between them was beyond effable, a sense of comfort that could shun away all the bad thoughts. In that protracted interlude of nothing but pure affection climbing its zenith, the world was theirs, no one to stop them, no one to tell them who was in the wrong place or who was just a new face of another.

Head pressed against his shoulder, enfolded into the side embrace of his arms, she sat with her eyes closed, listening intently to the soft clicks and whines of the gears within him. She'd never settled this close with anyone, not even a kid. He was the one and the only that had managed to break past her cool-girl veneer, held her in his arms, and silently told her within the confinements of that room, that even with the universe about to undergo mass destruction, he'd be there for her, always.

Perhaps it was exaggeration, perhaps not. She didn't care. All that was dear to her included the fact someone had spent the time and effort to make her feel better; safe. All her negative talks about her self were silenced in the wake of calm, deeming her to be more confident in herself than she considered. It was there when she realized the incontrovertable . . .

She loved him . . .

The thought circled her head, incessantly coursing through her machinery, telling her the same thing over and over again. A subtle prickling of her tail was a sign of it, something that didn't evade the notice of the other, and cast her into the realm of flusteredness without a weapon to fight back with. There were no answers in her eyes that could be fitting in her opinion; either she was still panicking, or it was a feeling beyond even her comprehension.

“You okay?” He hugged her closer, an indication that he probably felt she still wasn't well. The closer it got, the more she acknowledged her feelings, the emotion brewing strongly inside her. It made her nervous, her eyes opening to find a distraction. And, then, she did.

Without having to move away, she avoided the question, playing it cool with the way her tone hardly wavered. A finger traced across the semicircular outline on his chest, a soft puff of air releasing through her. “I never asked you what you thought about everyone here ..”

Taken aback by the change of subject, he stumbled over his words for an instant. His gears stirred anxiously inside him as she heard, a source for her triumph. At last, when he finally managed a chuckle, did she close her eyes back again, listening ...

“Well, for starters; Fred's just ... interesting. He's my best friend. He can be naive, but really, he's a soft odd ball around. He's funny,” He giggled again. “Then, there's Chica. She's also my best friend, and she's cool. She plays excellent guitar, lets me paint her instruments sometimes. We have stage laughs and all sorts of things ...

Monty's ... Monty's different then them. He has anger issues, sure, but when you get to his soft side he's actually a great pal. He looks up to me like a mentor or something,” The last part made him laugh louder than before, and it was the same with her. Sure, she could believe he'd make an excellent mentor, but somebody actually taking that seriously? What?

When he moved on to the last – her, his tone lowered, and she couldn't tell why, she felt as if it'd softened, filled with an emotion she couldn't read. Her curiosity piqued, thoughts in their own spiral of questions as he continued on.