Author's Note: This is pretty much just my attempt to A: do a small drabble that I can actually tally off and mark *complete*, and B: to pay homage to a wonderful game and *especially* a wonderful ship that absolutely needs more love. I threw this together in about a half hour, so I realize it likely is far from the best, to say the least. So any critiques are *MORE* than welcome.
Warnings: HEAVY (if vague) SPOILERS, AU, mentions of violence, romance.
Ship: Zeri/Juliana (Perhaps the christening of the good ship Zeriana? Because I can't find any others…. If so, may it be the first of *many.*)
Rating: PG for Safety
Too Proud
Before, they would have said it was because they were too proud. That they were too wise, had too much foresight to even consider it.
After all, they were nothing if not smart, rational individuals to even consider it.
For him, dealing with the snooty, superior, racist noble with a superiority complex.
For her, to lowering herself to the level of the upstart, smug Darcsen.
Or so they they had told themselves.
Told theselves for most of the year, past the many dramatics and crises of the year, of the civil war, and of class. Too many near misses and close calls to be welcome.
Too many to have been wise.
And yet they had carried on so. Past the bridge, where he had nearly drowned. Past August, which put her in casts and crutches and had nearly put her in the grave.
It'd gone on for far too long. Infinitely longer than they should have let it.
And strangely enough, it was just now, as they basked in the glow of the burning ship and the feeling of victory, as blue/grey eyes met red ones and their lips slowly- hesitantly- moved to meet for the first time, that they realized it.
Realized the real reason why they hadn't done so earlier.
Because they were too irrational, too foolish, too immature, and too *damned* stupid before.
But now?
Now, nothing felt smarter, more rational, or better than being together. And as they finally met, they felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the dying heat of the fire or the waning rays of the setting sun.
A warmth that they had finally admitted to having for so long.
And one that they had no intention of denying any longer.
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