[1/4] Favorite Crackship » Mordrian
[1/4] Favorite Crackship » Mordrian
Sophia’s body thrusted forward from her sleeping position as if an invisible force yanked her from her sleep. Her hands automatically flew up to her left eye where the phantom pain was. The sensation was no longer there. Her mind told her that it wasn’t real but the relay to the rest of her body must have been delayed because she was still in distressed from her nightmare. Her knees were pulled up to her chest and she hid her face behind them. She wanted to cry but fear paralyzed her body.
It had been two months. Two whole months passed since she was released from the hospital after attending the museum opening. Yet the events of that night kept coming back to haunt her no matter how much she repressed them. The worst part was when the dreams had such vivacity that it was actually like reliving it over and over. The dreams realled every single detail. His calloused hand that cupped over her mouth so that nobody could hear her being dragged away. The desperate underlying tone in his husky voice. The smell of whiskey dripping off the broken bottle shard as it neared her face.
Just recalling that much jolted Sophia out of the bed. Breathlessly, she brushed her hair out of her face and tried to calm herself down. Nico wasn’t a light sleeper but in any case, she didn’t want him to wake up to her mental breakdown. This was her problem. She had dealt with many things herself before, she could do it again.
Like all the other times she had this happen, she quietly slipped out of the bedroom and resorted to the only thing that could bring her the slightest bit of comfort: Cleaning. With her hair pulled back into a slick ponytail, she took to her method of distraction for hours upon hours. Musn’t wake Nico and Cody, she kept reminding herself as she moved from the kitchen to the living room then to the bathroom. She had to make everything spotless and clean. No dirt, no stains, no filth. No sins. No mistakes. No regrets.
When exhaustion finally penetrated every inch of her body, she would make her way back to bed. This time she was done before the sun was up. She crawled into bed and drew the blankets over herself. Snuggling up against Nico’s warmth, she closed her eyes and prayed her mind would be too overworked to recount anything horrific again. She had done her job. The kitchen was clean. The living room was clean. She was clean.
[He snorts.] I’m pretty sure at the very least, we’re even. [And pulls back to place a kiss on her cheek.] How about we just settle for thanking each other? Because that sounds absolutely perfect. I don’t see how those two can get into any trouble with us watching over them.
Yes, you have a point. [She starts wiping away her tears with the back of her hands] I’m sorry this is a really happy moment but I keep crying and ruining it. I just never thought I’d have this happen. Me, of all people… And then there’s you. God, you’re just so perfect that I feel like I need to pinch myself to make sure I’m awake.
[Nico seems at a loss for words for a moment, and simply keeps holding her. Eventually, he speaks up again.] You’re the closest thing to safety that I’ve known, I think. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. Thank you for staying with me through all of this crap.
[Her voice turns soft again.] I think I’ve put you through more crap than the other way around. I should be the one thanking you. [She holds him tighter to show him she’s here to stay.] I’m not going anywhere. It’ll just be the two of us looking over our punk siblings from here on out. How does that sound to you?
I know. [He grins, and hugs her tightly.] There’s… A lot that I can’t promise you. A lot, and I’m sorry for that— but there is one thing that I can absolutely promise, okay? [He buries a hand in her hair.] I will always love you. Got that? Always. Forever. That, I can guarantee.
You don’t have to promise me anything, Nico. I treasure what I have and I don’t ask for a lot. I just want to us to stay like this for as long as we can. No complications, just us together like this. You’re more important to me than any marriage certificate or promise.
[He laughs, opens up the box and reaches out to put the somewhat modest ring on her finger.] Yes, we’ve been over it. I know you already agreed— I just… Wanted to make it a little more official? [He stands and pulls Soph closer to him, smiling.] I’m glad your answer is still yes, though.
[She holds back a little squeak when seeing the ring slipped on her finger.] It’s gorgeous. But you should know my answer will always be yes. There isn’t a force on earth strong enough to make me say no.
You didn’t forget the occasion. [Nico goes down on one knee, while she’s turned around admiring the room.] I’m kinda makin’ one of my own. [He pulls a small black box out of his pocket.]
[Her hand presses against her forehead and tries not to say anything at first at the risk of all her words mushing together.] You.. I thought we already been over this. I don’t know what to do. Yes? Is that an appropriate response? Yes, I’ll marry you.
Yes, wait for the magic words. [He guides her into the room, making sure she doesn’t run into anything.] Okay… Abracadabra. [He grins and gestures wide to the various kinds of flowers strewn about the room, in slight contrast to the total orderliness of everything else. Even the bed is without wrinkles, underneath the rose petals and sunflowers.]
[She opens her eyes and takes in the sight slowly. Her voice initially comes out as a small whisper.] Oh my God. The sheets too? Aww, I love it. [She turns back around to face him.] I didn’t forget our anniversary or something, did I? It’s the girlfriend’s job to remember these things and I— I can’t recall what the occasion is.