here comes the sun.

a/n: Hi, guys. I decided to start a collection to help ease me back into the whole writing groove. I suck at finishing lengthy stuff, so I figured this would work out.
Rated T as a whole right now, but, knowing me, will probably be bumped up eventually.
I'll take requests for pairings and/or prompts if you've got them, js.


Pairing : SilverLyra

Rating : K+

Words : 234


She talks way too much.

Sometimes he can hardly wrap his head around the downright stupid things that pour out of her with ever-growing fervour. Things like how she broke her arm in three places climbing trees with Brendan when she was nine. Like the time Brendan had tried to kiss her and missed. Like the cowlick in the centre of her forehead that bothers her ("…and that's really why I wear this hat, you see. But don't tell anyone, okay, Silver?"). Like… like things that make him wonder just who this girl thinks she is. She's the Champion for chrissake. Act like it. (Not that he knows how a Champion is supposed to act, anyway).

But Silver always finds himself by her side in the end, watching her pretty little mouth form word after word after word from under his long, cherry bangs. Not complaining, but not able to keep the irritated glare from reaching his eyes, either.

She twirls a perfectly curled pigtail between her fingers, and he pulls the loose threads from his ratty jeans.

And then, in a flash, it's the very first time she is able to gather enough courage to touch that pretty little mouth to his. Her lips are unusually timid and still, but wonderfully soft and warm and tasting of cherry chapstick.

And Silver realises all at once that he really, honestly, doesn't mind her. Petty ramblings and all.

Not one bit.