Hello, and welcome to my undying affection for the best pairing ever: Smellershot!
Prompt 1 is "Nerves," and me being the scientific mind that I am... this came out.
First battle. Her eyes tell her that the soldiers who killed her parents, who destroyed her village, are here to destroy her new home. Jet runs ahead, brandishing his swords. Her legs tell her to run the other way.
His hand tells her that she doesn't have to worry.
Her throat tells her it wants to stop yelling, but her ears inform her of the insults still being thrown her way. She's not going to take it. Not anymore. Her hand wants to form a fist.
His hand tells her that she doesn't have anything to prove.
Her eyes burn for her fallen leader. Her head doesn't want to lift. She could have done something, anything, instead of just watching.
His hand tells her that he's there.
Her lips search out his. Her nose takes in his scent. Her fingers run through his hair.
His hands tell her that he is hers,and hers alone.