Title: The Things You Don't Know
Prompt: #018 Calm
Notes: Oh, come on. :3 Cave Scene. Need I say more? BTW, rewatched entire series. Yes, my point is completely, totally f!cking valid.
The Things You Don't Know
There are things they don't know about each other. A grand multitude of them, really. But the things they don't know aren't entirely important most of the time. They have both lost their mothers, they have both been scarred by the event, they both are stubborn and proud and have something of a savior complex. That knowledge is worth more than all of the favorite colors and weirdest condement choices in the world.
But some things that they don't know…hurt them.
He doesn't know, as she spills her heart about her mother and her nation and her childhood innocence being ripped away…that she has never cried before. Not about this. Not even when they found the bloody, burnt corpse on the floor of their house. She did not cry. She would not cry. She has never felt safe enough to do so. Why she does now, why she can shed silent tears for the woman she loved best, she doesn't want to contemplate.
She doesn't know, as he slowly, softly closes his eyes to let her soft hand rest on his cheekmoutheyes….that he has never let another touch his scar before. Not like this. Not even when it was still raw and oozing and badly needing ointment. He did it himself. He always did it himself. He never trusted another to be gentle, even once it healed. Why he lets her touch it now, why he lets the waves of calm flow through him, he doesn't dare contemplate.
The things they don't know about each other are stunning in the depth of lack. Most stunning, maybe, is the fact that they still don't know they're soulmates.