Tron Fandom Shipweek Day 2

Ship; Tron/Sam or Sam/Tron however you would prefer

Theme: Scars

Scars, Sam and Tron both had their fair share, physical and otherwise. Tron had the silver scar from underneath his right eye, and Sam had the iridescent silver scar on his arm from where Rinzler slashed him. Tron often kissed the scar on his arm as a form of apologizing. Tron still wrestled every now and then with the guilt of his actions caused by Rinzler. Sam often plagued by the nightmares of that digital hell, would jump awake in the middle of the night. Tron just pull him into a hug and comfort him tracing the scar on Sam's arm gently till he fell back asleep. Some nights Tron would start awake tears streaming down his face which was often contorted in pain. Sam would gently kiss the scar on his neck and trace under his eye and assure Tron it was alright, he was safe , Clu was dead, he was Tron, Rinzler no more. The two often fell asleep embracing each other.

Sam often noticed that Tron's scars seemed to faintly glow orange and so would his irises when angry. Sam had only seen him angry very few times, once when he'd met Dillinger Junior, who rather unfortunately bore a resemblance to Sark. Tron had later apologized, another time some thugs had corned them outside the arcade. Sam would have been fine, Brazilian Capoeira could come in handy, Tron however managed to take at least three out of six out, Sam had handled two and one ran away screaming he was tripping about glowy demons. Which may have been accurate given the way the fought. Sam's scar was glowing profusely orange on his arm and Tron with his eyes and scar glowing looked rather terrifying. The Two had just collapsed on to each other laughing when recounting the tale, adrenaline rush wearing off they just collapsed onto the couch. Quorra had just giggled and shot a conspiratorial look at Marv before taking a lovely photo of the two snuggled together on the couch, Tron using Sam as a teddy bear.

Some scars can serve as reminders, or stories, or lessons, but all scars eventually heal. The Soldier and the Civilian, The Martyr and the Victim, the Leader and Pariah, the Victor and the Messiah. It's a brave new world. Raise your hands to the sun. The fight is done and the War is won. They both need each other, they both heal each other. You can't have one without the other

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Song lyrics from This is War by Thirty Seconds to Mars