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Fisticuffs


He didn't expect her to applogize back and hearing it somehow made things a bit more awkward. Standing there, he looked out at the water and then back at her.

"Mind if I sit? I'll try and behave."

pint sized

It had taken a while, but being on Deus had given Peyton a new perspective. She was still short, but as a hunter it really didn't seem to matter. She was as strong as her fellows, as fast (faster even, in some cases), and in some respects her small stature came in quite handy,

Not usually for harvesting coconuts from hard to reach tree tops, though.

Arching her back, she strained to curl her fingers around a coconut that was just barely out of her grasp. If she could just hook her fingers...

"Got it!"



companionship

"I know what you mean." As much as she was trying not to let it show, Warrick's growing silence was incredibly worrying.

She chewed at her lip for a moment, eyes dropping from him to the sand. "Do you..." A slight pause, as she took a breath. "Do you think we'll make it out of here?"


overdue

She was watching his face, his reaction, though she didn't have a clue what she was looking for, or what she was hoping to see. Nothing really seemed to make her feel better about the whole thing. She might have let a lot of it go, but what he'd done had rekindled insecurities that were a lot harder to shake than the pain of a break up.

"Did you want me to?" She'd thought about it, though hadn't known exactly what to ask him. Even if she could have thought something up, would she want the answer given in front of everyone else?

"You didn't ask me any, either." She wondered if there were questions he'd had, but hadn't asked for similar reasons.



fisticuffs

The question had her glancing up at him again, clearly surprised by the request. Usually they avoided each other.

"Go ahead." There was an edge of curiosity, or maybe suspicion.



wanderlust

Peyton blinked as one of the newer trainees plopped down beside her--newer, though she supposed after so many months that wasn't quite right anymore. "Hi?" It was curious, and she'd offer over the coconut halve she had beside her thoughtlessly. Sharing was caring.

"Zane, right?" They might not have ever formally met, but you could only go so long on a desert island, trapped with people, before you knew everyone's name.

smudged clean slate

She was watching him out the corner of her eye. He seemed restless, or nervous, or something she didn't have a word for.

"Say what's on your mind, Mel."

smudged clean slate

Had she not already been expecting something along those lines that question would have been rather startling. As it was, the dainty Sun seemed more resigned about it than anything else. Considering their fight, and the nature of Melvin's questions, well.

She didn't blame him for being curious.

"No." She could have left it at that, and he might actually have left it alone, but that seemed somehow unfair. "I don't really...things don't get that violent, with them."

Her lips pursed, and she looked back out at the waves. "It's not really something you just jump into, with a new relationship? Not if it's not the foundation." She frowned, finding it hard to explain.

pint sized

This could become a habit. Another day, a stream of water; a week or two later
and he could hoist her up to dig into a nest he'd spotted on a rocky outcropping, to pry out a couple of eggs. He wasn't much of a cook, but a thin stone over a fire would probably serve as a pan and they could eat scrambled eggs for dinner, instead of more coconuts. They could sprawl across the fire from each other to eat, the task made easier for the difference between them

pint sized

They seemed to make a good team. Ever was tall enough, thin enough, that he could slip between branches and palm fronds, and Peyton could climb easily once she was high enough to get decent hand holds. The eggs were a wonderful find, and if needed, she'd help to cook them on the rock, comfortable in a kitchen, and this was at least a little similar.

She'd ask him questions, learning early on that simple was better, and it was best not to touch on anything too deep. Their conversations were light, easy things, and the company welcome.

Ever was easy, in a way the no one else she talked to could be.



fish aren't friends

Peyton winced as she saw the blood. Not seriously, but in that second hand way that folks did when they were watching a gory movie. "Nice shot." With a hammer, in water, it really was kind of impressive. Peyton didn't know a whole lot about the mechanics of things like spear or bow fishing, but she was pretty sure she'd heard, or seen, or read somewhere that the surface of the water messed with the way the sun shown through it...

She didn't remember exactly what it was, but it had something to do with the fish not actually being precisely where they looked like they were supposed to be.

When Nora offered to share it the petite Sun shook her head, smiling, before a loud growl from her stomach betrayed her. "It's your fish, you earned it."

companionship

"Yeah." There was a resigned feel to that one word. Hope was a hard thing to cling to. Peyton had learned that lesson a long time ago.


overdue

She was still watching him, though at the mention of not wanting to embarrass anyone she'd drop her gaze. Noah had never been comfortable under scrutiny.

"You can ask me now, if you want. I don't mind." It was all coming up anyways. For Melvin, for Al. Why not for Noah too? "Big or little, it doesn't matter."