Morganite brought Jasper home, and the warrior queen agreed to stay as long as she could, with iterations of unfinished business and Crystal Losers. And with her former instructor's presence, the raincloud that tended to chase Morganite around was torched beneath Jasper's bright orange rays. You could even say that she glowed inside the war goddess' fire.
About a month in, Morganite brought Jasper to a field of flowers and set her enormous body inside it. The sun was setting and its ephemeral light breathed pastels across the canvas of the sky. The twilight dyed the clouds passionate red and tangerine with gold and pink and lavender occupying the background.
Morganite's fingers organized patches of Jasper's wild hair and slotted a flower into it. And the soldier allowed it, sitting with her arms crossed as her eyes delving into the painted up heavens.
Those little pink prints felt a kind of restlessness beneath that light orange skin.
"Jasper, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"I was just thinking—you mentioned you had some revenge to exact on those Crystal Losers. Is that something I could help you with?" The refugee picked another flower and planted its stem into Jasper's mane. She even stopped to press her lips against one of those handsome red stripes. "I'd love to show them what a real fusion looks like."
Jasper, for a moment, looked into her counterpart's face, and then at her battle scars. Since regenerating, Morganite had acquired some markings herself. Though, hers were dark pink. Along her ribcage were two identical imperfections that sat perfectly across from one another, and then a single scratch that ran along her right shoulder. That was the one that Jasper frequently reached out to touch. Then those huge fingers would slide down Morganite's slender arm and they would end up holding hands.
But as for right now, her intimidating palms had found places upon Morganite's hips.
"Well, what do you say? May I please come with you?"
In response, the big orange woman tugged a flower out by the roots and laid it delicately on top of Morganite's head. "Yeah. I like that idea. Let's go tear them apart."
The ex-aristocrat laughed and glowed a bright and happy pink from the heart faceted to her chest. And the warrior queen pushed their mouths together, and pinned Morganite to the ground. Their bodies came even closer together when two newly muscular pink legs came and tied themselves around the queen's curves. Her mane of white and flowers descended upon both of them like a veil, and inside it, the two broke apart for a second to look into one another's faces.
On the outside, their shadows fused together into a crown.
It was overwhelming.
Jasper kissed Morganite's cheek. In response, she threw her head to the side. A couple hard breaths inflated her lungs to full capacity.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just—" Gasp. And Morganite shimmered even brighter beneath that golden stare. "I'm so happy—"
"Look at you, you little loser." Jasper's hand came and tugged Morganite's eye shut in an attempt to catch the tears. "Go ahead and cry. It's what you do all the time anyway." Then those plump tangerine lips got her on the cheek. Her kiss was punctuated with an exclamation point in the form of a tiny bite.
"Jasper! No I don't—!"
But the refugee was leaking again and the soldier was laughing at her. And in those few moments that only composed fractions of their entire lives, they sat in the field of flowers and held one another. They laughed and cried like fools. And as the sun truly set and all the shadows faded into one all consuming night, it became harder and harder to tell where Morganite ended and where Jasper began.