Summary: "They could not be stopped, so long as each had the other." They can each tell when the other is bothered. And they both know how to deal with it. Short one-shot. Sparrabeth.
Their Strength
He was usually collected and calm.
She was usually content.
But she could tell when he wasn't.
But he could tell when she wasn't.
She could tell when he was worried, when he was scared, when he was angry.
He could tell when she was lost, when she was frustrated, when she was sad.
He would pace when he was worried, fidget more than normal. His eyes would dart about when he was scared. He would grit his teeth when he was angry, and his eyes would burn holes in his ship.
She would sit, curled up on herself when she was lost. She would seethe and glower at her focus when she was frustrated. She would stare off at the horizon with unshed tears when she was sad.
She knew how to help him. When he was worried, she would assure him that all would go to plan. When he was scared, she'd stand by his side. When he was angry, she would stay clear of his way, for his anger was rare and not without good reason.
He knew how to help her. When she was lost, he'd offer words of advice. When she was frustrated, he'd lend a helping hand. When she was sad, he'd merely remind her that he was there for her.
She knew him better than anyone.
He knew her better than anyone.
They were a force to be reckoned with.
They could not be stopped, so long as each had the other.
That's where their strength came from, after all: from one another.