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Read The Bridge
Aria Blaze shifted her gaze away from her surroundings and up to the kaiju still holding onto her, the absence of her necklace on his neck hadn’t gone unnoticed. The fact her gemstone, her heart had been returned to her caused the siren gently hold onto the gemstone as she closed her eyes and cracked a closed, but large smile. After a deep breath and sigh through her nose, Aria peeked out an eye at X with a semi-sly look on her face.
“You know, I sorta did get the beam thing down with that whole ‘blast scream’. So, kinda won our bet we had.”
She muttered. Monster X flinched slightly before looking back down at her. Aria sat herself up a bit more, displaying something she hadn’t openly in a long time and to only three beings in her lifetime’s memory. Concern.
“Hey. You once called your mask your face, if it’s too much to take it off-”
She had been whispering before the Xilian cut her off by shaking his head and giving a quiet admittance. When he first consciously woke back up in this world, he didn’t have his mask on. He’d had an opportunity to see his face, no mask or helmet obscuring it. He’d been too scared to look, as curious as he was. He wasn’t so afraid anymore, least if someone else did it.
“You won the bargain, so go ahead… Can’t do it myself.”
A few moments passed before Aria slowly reached up towards the kaiju’s face. She hesitated for a moment, only proceeding when she saw no sign of X shying away this time. He just closed his eyes and stayed still while waiting. With aching fingers, she slipped the scarf down and took the mask off their host, the siren finally able to see the alien face to face.
He wasn’t anything exceptional, a fact not helped by the fact he’d clearly been roughed up from the fight with Enjin; though to be fair she hadn’t gone unblemished either. Numerous cuts and bruises stretched across jaw, brow, and cheeks, a still trickling cut on his upper forehead was spurring a stream of red down his brow and cheek after staining his eyebrow crimson. Looking him over, they obviously weren’t his first facial wounds. Several lines of deep scars cut through one of his eyebrows, dug into his nose bridge, and had gouged into his lips. Didn’t matter much to the siren though, she liked the subtle expression he bore on his lips and eyes. He had a nice smile. Aria Blaze cracked a tired smile of her own. She let her thumb trace across an aged scar on Monster X’s nasal bridge down to his cheek just below the eye. She could feel a slight dampness on his skin.
“You look like you’ve been crying…”
“Fight was painful.”
“Hmph, I’d bet…”
Aria chuckled lowly and shifted, sitting herself up some more. Bundling up part of X’s scarf, she dabbed it on a cut going across his cheek and brow to stem the bleeding. Not content with having just himself be dressed, X took the other half of the scarf to wipe off some of the dried blood trickling down the siren’s face from a cut on her temple. They kept at it for a good minute or two, stopping when violet eyes looked into cinnabar eyes and they paused.
Quiet as it might have been, the forest began to take notice of the death that had befallen the demon, Enjin, and came back alive. A gentle breeze, totally unlike the howling, numbing gales that followed the Aspect, filtered through between the trees. Clouds above were gently eased out of the way of the celestials, the lack of trees in the crater X and Aria sat in ensuing a flood of soft moon beams raining down on them. Despite the cool breeze and falling specks of snowflakes around them, both kaiju and siren’s faces felt a tad hot. Wordlessly, X leaned in and put his forehead to hers and closed his eyes, staying like that as the edges of his scarred lips curled up a bit. The necklace around her neck pulsing dimly, Aria’s smile grew into a confident smirk and she sat herself up a bit higher and put a hand on X’s face. She tilted her head a bit to shift the head bump into something else.
It might have been a spur of the moment; but for all the trauma they’d been wrung through, they’d earned this.
Aria Blaze shifted her gaze away from her surroundings and up to the kaiju still holding onto her, the absence of her necklace on his neck hadn’t gone unnoticed. The fact her gemstone, her heart had been returned to her caused the siren gently hold onto the gemstone as she closed her eyes and cracked a closed, but large smile. After a deep breath and sigh through her nose, Aria peeked out an eye at X with a semi-sly look on her face.
“You know, I sorta did get the beam thing down with that whole ‘blast scream’. So, kinda won our bet we had.”
She muttered. Monster X flinched slightly before looking back down at her. Aria sat herself up a bit more, displaying something she hadn’t openly in a long time and to only three beings in her lifetime’s memory. Concern.
“Hey. You once called your mask your face, if it’s too much to take it off-”
She had been whispering before the Xilian cut her off by shaking his head and giving a quiet admittance. When he first consciously woke back up in this world, he didn’t have his mask on. He’d had an opportunity to see his face, no mask or helmet obscuring it. He’d been too scared to look, as curious as he was. He wasn’t so afraid anymore, least if someone else did it.
“You won the bargain, so go ahead… Can’t do it myself.”
A few moments passed before Aria slowly reached up towards the kaiju’s face. She hesitated for a moment, only proceeding when she saw no sign of X shying away this time. He just closed his eyes and stayed still while waiting. With aching fingers, she slipped the scarf down and took the mask off their host, the siren finally able to see the alien face to face.
He wasn’t anything exceptional, a fact not helped by the fact he’d clearly been roughed up from the fight with Enjin; though to be fair she hadn’t gone unblemished either. Numerous cuts and bruises stretched across jaw, brow, and cheeks, a still trickling cut on his upper forehead was spurring a stream of red down his brow and cheek after staining his eyebrow crimson. Looking him over, they obviously weren’t his first facial wounds. Several lines of deep scars cut through one of his eyebrows, dug into his nose bridge, and had gouged into his lips. Didn’t matter much to the siren though, she liked the subtle expression he bore on his lips and eyes. He had a nice smile. Aria Blaze cracked a tired smile of her own. She let her thumb trace across an aged scar on Monster X’s nasal bridge down to his cheek just below the eye. She could feel a slight dampness on his skin.
“You look like you’ve been crying…”
“Fight was painful.”
“Hmph, I’d bet…”
Aria chuckled lowly and shifted, sitting herself up some more. Bundling up part of X’s scarf, she dabbed it on a cut going across his cheek and brow to stem the bleeding. Not content with having just himself be dressed, X took the other half of the scarf to wipe off some of the dried blood trickling down the siren’s face from a cut on her temple. They kept at it for a good minute or two, stopping when violet eyes looked into cinnabar eyes and they paused.
Quiet as it might have been, the forest began to take notice of the death that had befallen the demon, Enjin, and came back alive. A gentle breeze, totally unlike the howling, numbing gales that followed the Aspect, filtered through between the trees. Clouds above were gently eased out of the way of the celestials, the lack of trees in the crater X and Aria sat in ensuing a flood of soft moon beams raining down on them. Despite the cool breeze and falling specks of snowflakes around them, both kaiju and siren’s faces felt a tad hot. Wordlessly, X leaned in and put his forehead to hers and closed his eyes, staying like that as the edges of his scarred lips curled up a bit. The necklace around her neck pulsing dimly, Aria’s smile grew into a confident smirk and she sat herself up a bit higher and put a hand on X’s face. She tilted her head a bit to shift the head bump into something else.
It might have been a spur of the moment; but for all the trauma they’d been wrung through, they’d earned this.
Yes. Thank you Tarb for raising that doubt and extinguishing it.
Was there ever a doubt?