A/N: I have never wrote for this couple, or this fandom, so please hang in here with me for a moment. I had a writing night with my friends and this is what became of it. Nothing big, just something and since it is the first time I have actually written something in awhile I decided to post it. So, here you go.
Spectrum
Their relationship is a series of hands, ones that hold on and let go at a moment's notice with promises just as fleeting.
He first held his hand out to her upon a cold beach with the promise of no more hiding and she takes hold of him and everything that he has to offer. His beliefs seep into her system and become her own. His cause is her cause at the end of the day, no matter the means it takes to get there. She is young, but not foolish, and while she trusts him she is not blind to the darkness that laces their actions.
They have let go many times in the face of self-preservation (an art that she learned from him) and more times still because there are moments when life gets in the way and their feelings are put on hold. This, the holding on and the letting go of each other, is the single constant that repeats itself no matter the decade.
She remembers pieces of it (like the time she let him go in favor of having a family he didn't want) and he regrets most of it (because he is the one that left her when her powers were gone and she had nothing).
There are moments when it all settles, however, and there is no holding on or letting go or putting off, there is just them. They exist within the same inhale and exhale of breath in those times and it is never hard to forget the pasts they would rather live without.
He last reaches for her hand from his death bed as he presses a tired kiss to her palm.
"To us, my dear," he whispers in a quiet voice as their fingers tangle together. He leaves, but she does not let go.
Because his actions are her actions, as they have been since her fingers laced with his upon that cold beach, and as they will be until she passes from this earth.