#;; this ended up soooo much more shippy than i meant it omg ;;;;

[goat-shoe]

Get Back Up

Platonic(?) HoneyCorn drabble, 302 words.

Honeybee weaves across the roller rink like a salmon through a stream, fighting against the current for a chance to mate in the same pool it spawned in. Her twists flow and twirl behind her. She likes to call them leg warmers, though they suck at their job- they flutter in the breeze around her ankles. Her legs slide across the floor, knees twirling to the rhythm of the rink's music. Hits from the 80's: her favorites.

She rolls to halt at the edge of the rink, stopping with the toe of her skate.

Capricorn sits on the edge of the neon carpet, blue skates donned, perched nervously. (He's never skated before- maybe once as a child, only to fall and scrape his knee on the cul-de-sac's pavement.) 

He looks up at Honeybee.

Honeybee smiles. She holds out a hand to him.

It takes more effort to come to terms with how silly he'll look than it takes just to stand. Both hands grasp Honeybee's glove, squeezing as she helps him to his feet- which slip and slide in the skates along the waxed floor.

Honeybee laughs at him. "Ready to try again?"

Capricorn finds himself blushing, glancing to the floor, embarrassed. Honeybee pats his hands, glove soft and assuring.

"I'm not gonna let you fall this time," Honey promises.

Capricorn manages to push out a laugh, rolling his eyes. "No, I- Okay. I- I think I've got it this time."

Like nothing, Honeybee starts moving, rolling backwards. Still holding Capricorn's hands steady, guiding him to the whirlpool of skaters.

The song ends, and another begins, as Capricorn cautiously kicks her feet against the rink floor.

♫ Like a small boat on the ocean...

♪ Sending big waves into motion...

♫ Like how a single word...

♪ Can make a heart open...