No One's POV

Yon-Rogg sat in his room in the Starforce Headquarters, muted sounds of other Kree walking out in the hallway; he had passed up an invitation to go out to the bars and restaurants with his fellow Kree soldiers and subordinates, not that it was something he typically did nor had the taste for anymore, however.

His holo com was activated and time ticked slowly away, the clock on his wall telling him it was well past the normal time that he and Aria messaged one another.

"Aria-" He begins again, leaving another message on her com; briefly, Yon-Rogg wondering where her com may be sitting, alone maybe, in her room, or in her bag, being toted around as she hung out with friends. "I am- concerned…" He carefully words, his gaze staring forward at nothing in particular. "It is ten minutes past our usual com time and I have not heard from you…"

"Yon-" Aria picks up her com, walking into her own room looking a bit frazzled and disappointed, sad even, Yon's message playing over her com as it sits on her desk, his pixilated form hovering on her desk in blue code.

"Aria?" Yon's voice questions, his message pausing a little.

"Yes. Yes, I'm here. Sorry about that." Aria answers, sighing a little and collapsing on her bed, her com resting on the corner of her bed as she lies on her stomach, legs crossed behind her. "I was- I was out…"

"Out…" Yon-Rogg questions slightly, his voice trailing off.

"On a date… If you even want to call it that." Aria dismisses it. "It was terrible. I don't even know why I let my dad convince me to go on these things anymore. It's absolutely ridiculous." Aria continues to talk, not even noticing Yon-Rogg's clearly darkening expression, even over the holo form.

"Are you- are you okay?" Yon-Rogg finally manages to ask; just the simple thought of his bloodmate, regardless of the fact she didn't know she was his, still managing to make him want to promptly punch someone in the face, preferable this person, possibly even want to strangle them with his bare hands, diplomatic incident be damned.

"I'm fine." Aria waves off again. "I just- I don't know what I expected to be honest… But, it's the same old thing every time… I'm just tired of it… Tired of the expectation that- that I'm just a pretty face or that I'm supposed to- I don't know, stay at home and be a subservient housewife… " Aria sighs, clearly frustrated, and propping her head on her chin. "I mean, seriously! What is this!? The dark ages?" She exclaims with a frustrated expression.

"I'm sorry…" Yon-Rogg answers, unsure of what else he can say. "Is there- anything I can do?" He offers; other than possibly track down the guy and strangle him, or possible shoot him out an airlock, he thinks privately.

"Just- just talk to me… It was a long night… Distract me… How was your day?" Aria tells Yon-Rogg, looking up at Yon-Rogg with a faint smile.

"I could… Sing to you." Yon-Rogg offers after a few moments of silence and contemplation.

Aria's answering smile was all he needed for encouragement; then again, he would do many things for his bloodmate, it was only inevitable.

"When the darkness don't let you sleep,

I'mma hold you close.

And when space is all you need,

I can let you go.

And if the spark in your eyes goes out,

I can be your glow.

Bring you home, yeah.

Bringing you home."

Yon-Rogg's deep voice washes over Aria, lulling her to sleep over the holo com, soon Aria resting on her arms on her bed, her eyes closed.

"This is our sanctuary,

We can find shelter and peace.

This is our sanctuary,

You are, you are safe with me."

"Good night, Aria." Yon-Rogg quietly bids. "I love you." The whisper of his confession barely heard across the code of the holo com before the blue pixels fade out.

Sanctuary ~ Welshly Arms