Lightning is beautiful, Hope decides.
He watches her sleep against the rock, her sword in her hands, and ready to attack if she needs to. He knows he shouldn't come near her, in case she attacks him by mistake, but curiosity gets the best of him and he slowly crawls forward towards her.
Halfway to her, Lightning murmurs quietly and Hope tenses up. A pang of fear rushes through his body and he considers going back to his spot for a moment before shaking his head. 'She's not going to wake up. She won't wake up.' He thinks to himself and, quickly, nods to himself before continuing towards her.
His hand gently brushes her bangs from her face, her eyes closed. 'She looks so… peaceful.' He thinks, running his hand down her cheek.
Hope slowly leans in, his eyes closing, his hand on her cheek. His lips lightly brush Lightning's and—
"What do you think you're doing?"
Hope's eyes snap open and stare straight into Lightning's. His face turns bright red and he immediately pushes himself away.
Everything is quiet for a few awkward moments.
Lightning stands up and stretches her arms and her back.
"Let's get a move on." Lightning says, staring down at the fourteen-year-old. Hope stares up at her, his eyes wide and face red, and slowly nods. She turns around and begins walking. Slowly, her hand reaches up and touches her lips.
She smiles.