Sully x Stahl requested by guest on ff. This is a modern AU.
Sully taps her foot faster as she scrolls through her phone. Every moment that passes drags her face into the ever sinking epitome of anger it was known for. Her long list of frustrations included but was nowhere near limited to; having to cook, girl at the gym who stare, guys at the gym who try to talk to her, having to go to their local gym, black coffee, coffee with too much sugar or cream, meals without some kind of meat, sour candy, and most of all getting dragged out to Stahl's favorite coffee shop just to talk to him while he sips and slurps his drinks away.
Her attempts to hide her ire were always unaccompanied by the three signs. Stahl hides his smile behind his cup as the first sign bounces up and down faster by the minute. Her foot tapping must be annoying those around them, but who would dare say anything to such a woman? Chrom the foolhardy wasn't around, and Robin the clever was out of the city. It was just Stahl and Sully along with her second sign. She avoids eye contact by looking at every other possible thing nearby. Her phone, strangers, the dirty cups getting left behind, even the tiles on the floor.
The tap of his cup against the tabletop was enough for her head to violently swerve back. She needle-eyes his half-empty mint mocha as her thumb continues to scroll absentmindedly. Sully opens her mouth only to close it quickly again. This repeats a few more times giving her the appearance of a fish gasping and thrashing on land. In more ways than one she really was a fish right now. An adorable, gasping, trying fish. With an outfit for every day of the week that matches her hair.
Finally, the third sign develops and Stahl begins to count down how much longer they have to reside in this cafe. His best guess was three minutes. As Sully starts to squeeze her cup he stands up and offers her his free hand.
"Let's get out of here."
Sully clutches his hand with far more strength then what was necessary. Stahl bites his lip to hold back his initial reaction to the pain. A look from the barista shows that it was quite clear how much force she was using as she stands. He could feel a few more eyes turn on them, but it didn't matter. None of them understood Sully. How could they when they've never seen her fight. Never have they had the pleasure of facing her head-on in a joust. The fire in her eyes right now is mild to the amount she has when doing her passion. That fire could consume the world without an ounce of regret but knows better than to let itself.
They've never had the chance to lose while feeling like you're dancing towards heaven's front gate. The way her hair tickled his eyes as she picked him up by the front of his outfit. Even her breath somehow smelled of strawberries instead of the beer he knows she was downing earlier.
Nor would they ever know that as they sat in this crummy little coffee shop it was her suggestion. Not because she enjoys it. No, she hates everything about this place. From the way every stares longing into their laptops, plying their hopes and dreams into hours ticking by on projects some will be too scared to send out. All the way down to the bitter sub-par coffee they make.
Every inch of her hates this place, but how could he had known that on their first date? It was horrible. She barely lasted twenty minutes. In a whirlwind of sudden movements, she had everything and was out the door. Every step measured but fast, like a soldier on a mission. Her eyes were locked straight ahead, even as her head fought to turn and look back.
Her reaction isn't so much of an outburst anymore. Sometimes she even wants to come to this place. Just like today, on their anniversary. He had picked an awful setting the first time, but Sully suffers through it. As if in some way she has to repent for all the places she drags him out to. It doesn't matter how many times he argues against such foolish thoughts for Sully is Sully. True to herself, and always trying (if not always succeeding) to better herself.
"You did better this time. Thank you."
"I still don't see what you find so appealing about this place."
Sully opens the door and pulls Stahl through. Onto the street the run headfirst into the hustle and bustle of city life. Sully immediately smiles as the sun hits her hair. The cherry-like strands grow healthier under their missing friend. His wife belonged outdoors. To the world of nature and energy. If she's not moving she isn't happy, and in more ways then one Stahl could understand that. He likes to entertain the thought that she could tell. That somehow as her lance struck his chest and toppled him off his horse, she knew. Just like he did.