This is a first attempt at the pairing and dedicated to the wonderful, Ropponmatsu IIIwho, in her words: "has seizures over this couple" XD
Disclaimer: Nothing.
-Braided-
Mystel sighed quietly. The day was gorgeous, the sky was blue and yet, he did not feel like his usual self. His face was relaxed, contemplative as he looked up at the ashen clouds, veiling the sun from his body. He lied in the park, one of the many surrounding his training centre and watched the day float past him.
A light breeze rustled through the branches and his long, blonde hair as he sat up, stretching his arms above his head. He tried to smile at nature's beauty, blossoming all around him but the twitch in his lips was wan. Something just felt uneasy about the day.
People's laughter resonated faintly from a distance, off into the horizon of the park but footsteps, in the crisp grass drowned out the youthful chuckles. Someone was looking for him, and as his yellow head turned, a familiar face waved to him. He knew that boy, the one with the odd smile and eyes as clear as the ocean, Brooklyn.
It was rare when they spoke and never much but it seemed as if the elder sought him out, as he called out to him.
"Mystel!"
Brooklyn laughed as he walked up to his teammate and sat down beside him, blank to the visage staring strangely at him. Why was there such a content countenance beaming nostalgically and constantly smirking?
"Hey, I've been looking all over for you…" The carrot top continued, sounding calm and at ease. "I missed you."
Mystel blinked his light eyes and quickly retorted, perplexed. "You missed me?" He could not help but question.
"Yes! We don't spend any time together…at all. And, I wanted to tell you how great you are…especially in battle." He sounded sincere and joyous, a radiant expression etched into his wise features, always different and uncanny from the rest of their team.
"Thank you…" The blonde tried not to stammer, unsure of their awkward moment.
Then, it became silent amid them, as the wind picked up again and tossed their hair in the light gust. The clasp, tying back the golden locks had let go, in that moment and the braid, lacing the strands loosened and undid. He sighed again, moving his hand to gather the spill, only to have it pushed away by another.
"Your hair is so beautiful…and soft." Brooklyn gently brushed his fingers through the blonde waterfall; "Just like you…" and his hand then rubbed against his cheek until it finally dropped from the locks.
He was right, however, his lips could not help but smile at the poignant instance, random, suave and yet, it made him grin and even blush as he felt gauche and shy. Why was this male, saying these flattering things? He wondered if it was a sycophantic act, briefly, but the genuine face, smiling at him, melted all those abnormal emotions away.
Brooklyn stood beside Mystel, always smiling and looked down at him, offering a soft hand. He watched the cheeks taint darker as it was accepted, timidly. Then, he too stood but fell short of the older boy's height and slowly looked up.
"Look." Brooklyn grinned, bringing their hands up, contrasting colors, clashing from ivory to bronze, as their eyes locked, shades mixing as their opposing flesh did, cream and tanned.
He unhurriedly slid their finger together and intertwined the tones as his lips parted, to breathe out his content words.
"See, they're braided too."
-EndE-