Treehouse Visit - Drabble about Pixal visiting the treehouse for the first time.
Pixal's breath stopped as she stepped inside, her eyes taking in the beautiful spiral to the room below.
"You okay?" Zane smiled.
"Yes," She sighed. "It's just… a lot. Being here. Seeing it." Her eyes finally turned to him as she made her first few steps down. "Hallowed ground, you know?"
Zane took her hand, leading her down into the tree. "You're shaking." He looked back at her, worried.
"Sorry, I'm just nervous."
"You don't have to be nervous. What are you nervous about?" He asked as they reached the floor.
"I'm sorry," Pixal shook her head, trying to shake herself out of it. "It's just… You know everything about me, we see my father all the time, and being here is just…" She took his other hand as she could feel herself tearing up. "It's just that, there's this whole other part of your life that I never got to see, and now that I'm here I can see it and even if I don't get to meet him I can-" She stopped, laughing as a few tears fell from her eyes.
Zane lifted a hand, gently brushing her tears away. "...Come on, I think there's some things you'll want to see." He smiled, gently leading her across the room and to the work desk. "All my original blueprints are here, early concepts for the falcon, lots of old documents-"
Pixal listened to him as he shuffled through the papers on the desk, but her eyes were caught by something else.
"I've never seen a picture of him this young before." Pixal picked up the frame sitting on the desk, carefully studying the face in the picture.
Zane stopped and glanced at the image. They looked at it together a moment, his body moving behind her.
"...He would have liked you." He affirmed, his arm snaking around her hip.
She leaned back into him, her head falling next to his as she held up the picture. "You think so?"
"I know so."