His whole life, he's been confident with stars.
He grew up conversing casually with suns, fixing their everyday problems, and often bigger ones. He knows how to deal with the onslaught of life and energy that can kill as quickly as it nourishes.
Usually, that is.
Her very being is made of pure fire, in his eyes. She emanates pride and anger, sparks with fierce loyalty and practiced defensiveness. Each time she lashes out, her attacks seem to go straight through his flame-proof armor. She surprises him every time with the firm conviction she has about her, that strong and heated belief in everything she says.
He doesn't quite know what to make of her, of the way her smile melts his protective shell, of her flashing brown eyes that seem to stare straight through his carefully constructed façade.
She's not like any star he's ever worked with, but she's a sun al right, boiling with words and thoughts and emotions, hot and dangerous.
What is he supposed to say to her to make her understand?
What does he understand?
Although he can't be sure, he thinks he finally has a name for that painfully delightful twist in his gut when he sees her, a word to sum up the sunlike heat that erupts all over him when she speaks, a term for the hot current that runs constantly between them.
He can't be positive that he's right about that, but he does know that he's found the one star he'll always want to work on: The one he can't fix.
My first venture into this fandom... What do you think? I was suffering from major writer's block, and trying to think of some Twilight or HP fics to write, but this kept popping up in my head. Just yet another take on the Dairine/Roshaun relationship.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, sadly.