Secret Santa
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He still remembers the time fairly well, he thinks to himself as he looks over some paperwork.
The surprise, the injury and the adrenaline rush left him hazy between the initial attack until he heard the sounds of the hatch of his cockpit being forced open. There was Yzak, along with a couple of the Archangel's mechanics though he couldn't recall the looks on their faces at the time. For a brief moment he caught a look of concern, fear in those blue eyes, until Yzak in turn saw in his that he was fine. Then he looked relieved, and stayed silent as he aided him out of the cockpit and gently to the ground.
He remembers an awkward silence as his wound was tended to, and then being at a complete loss for words when the two of them were finally alone. But there was feeling of a possible end in the air, and if it came to be, all Dearka wanted at the end of it all was for nothing to be wrong between them. A second chance, a clean slate that he was too worried about at the time to realize that he didn't need it at all.
He finally opened his mouth to begin to speak, blurting out a jumble of words that even he can't remember. "Look, I know that everything that's happened-- I mean.. listen, Yzak--"
He was cut off, to his great surprise, not by a snappy statement or a silencing glance of the eyes, but a brief moment of warm lips on his own, and two hands firmly gripping at his shoulders. He remembers suddenly feeling hazy again-- lightheaded even, caught off guard by the action, and by the time he collected enough of his wits back to give any sort of reponse, Yzak was pulling lips and hands away, adjusting a fasten of his flight suit and muttering an 'I'll come back' that Dearka barely heard.
He remembered to breathe again after Yzak was out of the room.
Gathering his papers, he can't help but smile to himself when he hears the clicking of the door's lock and Yzak's footsteps. Because the sensation never gets old.
