Week 1

Day 366

1/1/2016

Back Again.

(Did you guys really think you'd get rid of me that easily?)

"Kid!"

His head whipped around, a wide smile already spreading over his face. Crona had braved the crowds and the noise for him, to see him back home.

They looked so good, like a pillar of ivory and ebony, compared to the darb airport.

"Crona."

He tried not to run, Kid really did, but in the end his eagerness to be with Crona, to be home, overcame it.

Their hug was warm, even though Crona was cold.

"I'm so happy to be home."

(It's good to be back.)

367

1/2/2016

Twitterpated

Liz sipped her second cup of coffee, holding her head in her hands while Patti plowed through her french toast.

It was slow saturday mornings when Liz wished she still smoked.

"Have you seen Kid yet?" Patti asked in between bites.

"No. He was late getting home last night. He should be down soo-"

Speak of the devil and he should appear.

Liz squinted at her meister, as he walked, nay, bounded down the staircase. He was grinning. Beaming. A large silly smile was all over his face. Next to her, Patti slowed her chewing.

"Good morning, Liz, Patti! It's a beautiful day!" Kid said cheerily, plucking a plate from the cupboard and taking toast from the stack. "The sky is blue and cloudless, the sun is shining and there's a very light breeze. In fact, I think I'll go flying today."

The sisters looked at each other, eyebrows raised as Kid chattered on.

Neither would find out till monday morning when Kid would make an extra effort to get to school on time, to go and pick up Crona from their room before Maka, leading them by the hand, while both blushed and smiled shyly.

368

1/3/2016

Telling.

Of all of the people Kid expected to have a problem with his burgeoning relationship with Crona, his father was not one he expected.

But he should have.

"Is the wisest decision, Kid? The child of Medusa?"

"Father-"

"Kid." Disappointment is in every letter. It stings and burns. "My son will not fraternize with the child of a witch. Crona has already shown themselves to be unreliable in terms of loyalty to Death City and the DWMA. I'm allowing them to stay because they can't be allowed to wander. But I will not sit by idly and watch you throw your dignity to the ground for Crona."

His throat is drier than sand and and Kid feel about an inch tall looking up at his father.

His God.

"Do you understand me, Kid?"

He doesn't answer.

369

1/4/2016

(Continues from yesterday.)

Drawing

It turns out that Kid can not answer his father.

He can not lose Crona.

He can not let go of a person who makes him feel as breathless and light as if he had been flying.

So Kid leaves.

His father must take his silence as acceptance because he doesn't call Kid back.

However it is not acceptance, it's not surrender. Because Kid isn't losing.

He rushes to Crona, and keeps them close to his heart, whispering his plan in their ear.

Kid isn't going to lose Crona, even if he has to surrender his birthright in the process.

370

1/5/2016

(Continues from yesterday.)

Transitions

Kid can't look at Crona.

His eyes are fixed ahead of him, pretending like he's an in a glass box. Like he can't see or hear Crona at all.

For now it's the closest he can get to normal, pretending like he's not feeling anything at all. He can not let go of Crona. But neither can they move forward together.

Crona's finally putting down roots. Marie and Stein have accepted them, Maka loves them. They can't tear themselves away from the only home they've ever known.

Kid wants to tear his hair out.

He cannot have, but he cannot leave and killing him in both directions.

371

1/6/2016

Sleep Cute

Crona though Kid was adorable when he slept.

Even though he always went to bed on his back int he middle of the bed, Kid almost never stayed that way. Crona had been surprised after they started sleeping in the same bed, they expected him to stay in the same stiff position all night.

Instead Crona always woke to find Kid all over the place, legs tangled and face usually buried in Crona's neck, breathing deep. His hands usually ended up under Crona's sleep shirt and would clutch greedily at their back and hips.

"You sleep funny, Kid." Crona kissed his temple, listening to his breathing and smiling gently.

372

1/7/2016

As long as you're mine.

Spiky-hope's fault

(Wicked AU. Crona is Elphaba. Using she/her.)

Kid hangs onto Crona as they fly over the Emerald City. Maka's face, shocked and hurt flashes through his mind and he moves closer to Crona on the broom.

If Kid had only been honest with her…

Crona is quiet until they land in the forests north of Shiz. The moment they touch the ground Crona is leaping off the broom, dark dress whirling around her legs.

"Crona-" The word is hardly out of his mouth before she's grabbing his face and pressing her lips to his. He's swept up immediately and for an eternity they stand in the moonlight, kissing. When their break apart, his hands around Crona's waist and there's a pretty flush under her emerald skin.

"I've been waiting to do that."