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mustcrdgreens · 10 months

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Who: Cyan & Sissy

sissy starts off for cyan and xavier's around noon, a basket in her hands. it'd become a bit of the norm for her to invite cyan out to the woods with her, be it for foraging or just having a picnic amongst trees. today, she was planning on delivering the news to him, and she takes a slow, sobering breath when she reaches the door, making sure she stays calm amidst her nerves. and then she taps, a bright smile on her face, laced with only a smidge of anxiety. maybe he wouldn't notice. when he answers the door, she tosses arms around his neck, delivering a kiss to his cheek. “hey there, cy! i'm here for our picnic!”

It's just shy of too early- Cyan's not the sort to wake up before noon- having rolled out of bed and dressed himself for the day after snoozing his alarm several times- making it to the door just in time for Sissy to greet him brightly- with a kiss on the cheek and a smile, like always. "Hey, honeybee." He greets, the nickname fond as his arms wind gently around her waist, pulling her in closer- setting a kiss proper against her lips. "I always forget how early noon is until I have to be up right then. I hope I didn't keep you waiting out here too long." He chuckles, adjusting his hat over his hair. It's growing back in, just below his jaw and carefully trimmed to layers to ease the awkward phase- oddly fitting with his shorts and cut off tee. He steps back slightly to take her in. "Don't you look cute today." he chuckles. "I think I'm ready to head out though- are you all set?"

she does look cute, a dress that just barely fits her hugs around her body, soft pink and breathable--something that would have been loose only a few weeks ago. it's a splash of color amidst her recent fare of dark outfits. but it's hot, the sun beaming down and the humid air making her hair frizzy. the last thing she wants on a picnic is to fry in a black shirt. the real last thing she wants is to stretch out gia's clothes. "i'm all set--i got mostly sweets in the picnic, i've been just needin' em lately. i hope ya don't mind." she takes his hand in her free one, rocking on her feet. "how'd you sleep last night?"

"I slept alright." He grins, stepping out of the house alongside her as her fingers thread through his own, pretty and dark against pale and heavily inked. He turns to lock the door behind him, Xavier already out for the day and Cyan's paranoia making him quick to ensure their belongings were locked up if neither were home. "Was up late playing skyrim, honestly, took my headset off to use the bathroom and it was almost morning- but I figure after we eat I might be able to convince you to come back home for an afternoon nap in the AC." he teases, nudging her gently as they make their way down the driveway. "Ah, I'll eat anything really, didn't have time to make breakfast anyway before you came by."

"i don't know how you can stay up so late. i feel like i'm about to pass out by the time nine-thirty rolls around." the latest she'd stayed up recently was only about an hour later, to do anything and everything with cyan; it was a blessing and a curse, to have a sleep schedule based around the sun--especially during winter, when it gets dark far sooner. "i would love to have an AC nap, it's so hot lately," she answers, leading him along down the driveway and onto the side of the road proper. they fall into their usual walk and talk, but today, it was just sissy's luck that she stumbles on the transition between sidewalk and bare earth, dropping her basket to catch herself with cyan's arm.

"Oh- careful there-" He catches her at the very last minute, pulling her back into himself- stronger now than he ever had been before- and thankful, really, for that fact as the basket strikes pavement and the sound of breaking glass- and the sight of the contents spilling all across the sidewalk- greet him. "That was a close one, you almost went with the basket." He chuckles, holding her gently upright to ensure she manages to regain her footing- and then the reality of the situation sets in, as he watches her eyes trail to the basket on the ground- then back up to his face. "Oh- Honeybee come on it's- it's not that bad, Sis, don't look at me like that."

she feels bad, looking down to the mess spilling out of her basket. that was wasted food, jars that could have been reused shattered and spread everywhere, along with the spreads inside. sissy hated to be wasteful, especially with what little resources there already were in town. she looks back up to cyan, brown eyes watering. "it might not be--" she hiccups, sadly slipping out of his arms to right the basket, squatting to see if anything was salvageable, only to find her basket likewise filled with glass, popped open tupperware, and sticky things turned into one conglomerate mess. she hiccups again, before it turns into quiet sniffles, sticky hands lifting to wipe at her eyes. "oh… i worked so hard on this…"

He frowns as she pulls away- tries to salvage what he's quickly realizing is a mess that she's not going to be cleaning up quickly enough for a picnic- in fact something that's going to need a pair of gloves to clean out safely. He steps a little closer, crouching down beside her as she sniffles and wipes her eyes- taking the hem of his own shirt to gently wipe her cheeks. "Hey, come on, it was just an accident, they happen." He insists. "you just wait right here, okay?" He murmurs, kissing the top of her head and running back for the house- taking the picnic basket with him and tucking it in the upstairs bathtub- it could be cleaned when he got home. He returns a few minutes later, his wallet in his pocket and the bag they'd agreed to keep their swimming supplies in slung over his shoulder. "I was skipping breakfast anyway- so… Hey- don't cry, alright?" He bends again, pulling her gently back to her feet. "It happens- how about we go get some lunch at the diner, instead- I'll get some pancakes and we can share- that'll help the sweet tooth, right?" He sighs, voice soft as he kisses her gently. "And then we'll go for a swim or something so we still go out to the woods like you were planning- And once we're calmed down and have some lunch in us, I'll help you clean up your basket."

the mess not being in front of her helps only marginally--there's still fallout on the ground, spattered and shattered everywhere. sissy stays knelt, tucking her face into her knees as she waits for him to return. her shoulders are shaking when she does, whimpery cries bubbling out of her throat. she clings to cyan's arms as he helps her stand, pins and needles running through her legs, and her body leaning into his--the kiss she returns is wet, salty, before she pulls back again to try and fix herself. her arms rub against her cheeks, a deep breath sucking in between her teeth. "i-i'm sorry, i--i didn't--" her lips wobble, threatening to send her spiralling again. "pancakes--" hup hup "--sound good. s-swimming too. i--" she cuts off, looking to her hands. "i-i need to wash my hands." she gives a watery laugh, hooking her arm around his. she would split off from him once they reached the diner, to properly clean up. she splashes cool water onto her face, gets herself calmer, before she joins him at a table.

He's thankful, really, that he managed to cut off the worst of her upset at the pass- he doesn't like seeing her upset, especially not on a day she'd been so excited to have together. He makes a mental note to check Auntie Em's later in the week for a replacement picnic basket just in case the wicker clings to the sticky preserves. But today, he's sure pancakes and a trip to swim together should help her forget about the spill, at least enough that she won't be too terribly upset the entire afternoon. He smiles, kisses her temple as she walks off to the bathroom to clean up and finds a table for the two of them to settle into. He places his order when the waitress arrives, and nudges her lightly with one flip-flop clad foot as she sits down. "You feeling a little better?" He questions, tone gentle, features worried. "You've been… a little quick on the upset, recently." He notes, reaching to take one of her hands in one of his. "Are you doing alright? I know you said you and your uncle had talked things out…"

her hand slips into his her gaze averting quickly as he asks her about how she'd been quick to become upset, sissy feeling a little mortified. she just couldn't seem to control herself or her emotions--another reason why her fears were becoming far more real than she liked. she'd wanted to tell cyan on her own terms, amongst nature, with the two of them all alone. the server comes for her order, and she gets some hot tea along with her pancakes, hoping it'll help calm her nerves a bit more. "well… we did. but um…" her voice lowers, near inaudible as she mumbles out something, her free hand lifting to lightly scratch at her chin. she feels hot, itchy, uncomfortable. was she really doing this at the diner? when he inevitably doesn't understand her, she repeats in another mumble, only marginally louder. it's on the third time that she covers her eyes with both hands, feeling her cheeks burning and hot tears threatening to start anew. "i-i might be pregnant, cy," is declared to him--and the rest of the restaurant. she takes a shaky breath, sinking into her seat a little further. she wishes it would swallow her up. "th-that's why."

His thumb is gentle against the back of her hand, rubbing across her knuckles as she speaks, struggles. He wants to give her her time, it's clear whatever's going on has her… out of sorts. But he can't work it out the first time, brows creasing slightly- the second only a touch clearer. The third time is certainly the charm, as she takes her hand away and covers her face- squeaks her worry out from beneath them to the dull chatter of the restaurant around them. The alarm on his face is obvious- brown eyes wide with surprise as he leans back into his own seat- as his coffee and her tea settle onto the table in front of them. "Have you-" He stops himself. Of course she's not taken any tests, there's not any in town- he's certain of that much. All there is is intuition- the fact she'd know better than anybody else the effects it might have on her body. His ears buzz and something cold settles over him despite the warm of the diner. His cruelty mere years before suddenly at the forefront of his mind- the way the last time he was on the receiving end of this sort of conversation haunts him. But no venom finds his tongue, and though there is fear pooling in his stomach- when he speaks it's soft. kind. "Hey- Sis." He breathes, reaching to gently remove her hands from her face. "It's okay… look at me, okay?" He waits until teary eyes find his own. "It- it's gonna be okay. I- I'm not going to ditch you."

cyan tries to question her, but sissy shakes her head--she hasn't done anything, having to rely on how she feels, the symptoms. she'd taken a trip to the library recently to look into it all, and it really all pointed to her suspicion. gentle hands slip around hers, pulling her hands from her face, instructing her to look at him. she looks up from under wet lashes to his gaze, before it falls to the tip of his nose. she sniffles, nodding. she'd had a fear of the unknown, in having to tell him--but she's relieved when he dispels it somewhat. he hadn't just denied it, or her. she moves to pick up her napkin, dabbing the coarse fabric against her eyes. "i'm just awful scared," she admits, "i know plenty folks have had babies--but what if--?" what if far too much. more than she wanted to think about. "it's been… i've been… just scared. i do a lot in town, an' bring in a lot of food that ain't meat to me an' rusty. i-i dunno what we're gonna do for winter if i can't go foragin' in the fall--" her voice cracks. she'd been praying for guidance and comfort, unknowing of if she was being heard. she hadn't a clue of how she'd manage, and she was a nervous wreck.

She had a point- it was something she'd told him on one of their several foraging trips out- that she'd brought in food that kept her and her uncle fed through winter- something she couldn't do anymore, if she were pregnant. Now was peak season for foraging and fishing- things that needed done to ensure her family was looked after- things she'd need more of, if she were eating for two. The weight of his own lack of knowledge suddenly hangs heavy on him, as he cups her hands in one of his. "I'll… I'll do it." he declares, after a moment. "It- look, it can't be too hard to learn, right? Fishing, foraging- I'll… I'll ask Val to help me, and you can teach me what I need to know while we're hanging out near home." He swallows tightly. "I did kinda help get you into this mess." He reminds. "And- listen, you can't let yourself get tangled up in the what ifs, okay? Especially not here." He frowns, slightly, as he lifts his other hand to brush tears off her cheeks. "It's scary as hell, I'm not going to pretend that's… not the case- I'm not exactly well versed in what any of this means but- but I'll help you." He promises, hands leaving her only long enough for him to remove his ball cap and run through messy hair. "I'm not just going to leave you high and dry."

sissy sighs, fat tears rolling down her cheeks, the napkin clasped between her hands and his. "it ain't real hard," she assures, "to go foragin' and fishin'. it ain't even hard to go huntin', but i ain't the gun type. only hard t'bring it back. i'm sure i could go with you foragin', i just won't be able to help more'an identifyin' plants. an' val'd be a big help if she's willin'." she leans into the hand that begins to brush her cheeks dry, her body relaxing. she sniffs, drawing the napkin back up to clean her face, to blow her nose, when he releases her. "i thought you wouldn't," comes the soft admittance, "you're my friend, i knew i could count on you." he hadn't done much to let her down in the time she'd known him. gentle hands slip around his instead, to lift them to kiss at his knuckles. "thank you, cy." the timing is perfect, food being placed before them. she slips out of his grasp to eat. "i'd sure like to still go swimmin' when we're all done," she says, a small smile peeking at the corners of her lips, "it's awful hot lately."

She seems to lighten a few minutes later, pretty brown eyes still teary by the time food arrives. He smiles, brushes her cheek with his hand after her lips graze across his knuckles. "We'll make this work." he promises. "And don't go thanking me this early, I might prove myself an absolute fuck up when it comes to any sort of… gathering- I've never been fishing in my life, either." He sighs, but he doesn't dwell on it, quickly digging into his omelette and nodding when she insists she'd still like to go out to the lake for a swim. "Well there's no way you're getting out of hanging out with me today- I had to get up early and everything." He reminds with a sideways grin, nudging her under the table with a toe. "Figure we eat something, and in the time it takes us to make the walk to the lake and get changed, we'll be good to swim." He reasons. He smiles a bit himself around his fork. "Always like seeing you happy much better, you know." He hums softly, pausing to sip his coffee. "We'll work it all out, right? All we've got is time. Not like I can up and go anywhere." He wonders a bit, if he would, now. If he could leave tomorrow, and go back to his old life- would he?

her smile widens, as she tucks into her food, nudging him back with the toe of her shoe. "well, if we didn't get up early, the day'd be too short, an' then what?" she knows that it's going to be alright, the few months they'd have, along with the rest of their lives, to figure out how to parent. he wasn't going anywhere, of that much she knows. and the assurance of it helps her relax more. once their food is packed away, and they're all paid up, she nudges him with her foot again. "let's go swimmin' now? by the time we get there, ain't no way we'll cramp from eatin'."

"I think I can agree to that." He chuckles, adjusting the beach bag against his shoulder and winding an arm around her waist as they make their way to the front door. "Are you planning on going to that uh, rennaisance fair thing they're putting on?" He questions once they're outside, walking with her tucked under his free arm rather easily. "I've seen a lot of people getting like, weirdly into it." he points out. His hand rests absent against her as they walk- and the biting awareness that there's likely a… future person, growing beneath it sinks teeth into his synapse like a dog. He shouldn't be so calm about this, should he? Then she looks at him, and something pangs in his chest. It'll be okay. He'll make it okay- If his father's tenacity lived anywhere within him, he'd use it now- and he could panic later, once he was sure Sissy wasn't going to do the exact same.

a slender arm belying muscle wraps around his waist in kind, her head hunkered in the crook of where his arm meets his body as they walk. he asks about the renn faire, and she hums thoughtfully. "i was thinkin' about it! i've gotta piece together a costume, though. those things ain't fun if you aren't dressed up! of course they're gettin' into it!" she smiles up to him, all crooked teeth and sunshine. "i was thinkin' about bein' an elf, maybe. only i don't have ears for it, so we'll haveta pretend. do you wanna go too?" sissy's far more at ease now, than when the day had started, a blissful happiness having overtaken her. the panic he's pushing down goes unnoticed, could be discussed later--for now, she's far too busy looking through the trees for the little crick she'd declared her favorite swimming area.

"Ah, I don't know, that's not really my usual gig, you know?" He pauses, because of course she doesn't know, he seems exactly like the kind of guy who goes to comic con and ren faires. "I just don't uh. engage. with that kind of nerd culture? I have an… unwanted popularity with a certain group of people I try to avoid having to have any sort of engagement with, and they tend to uh, Frequent. places like that." He shrugs. "I've got my old tee shirt that says 'costume' on it, that should work, people think that's hilarious, right?" She grins up at him as she declares she's going to be an elf, and the joy is infectious, even as he settles the beach bag on the grass beside the water and starts shedding clothes to change into his trunks. "I will pretend you've got pointy little elf ears all week then." He teases, tucking his clothes safely back in the bag and stretching his arms across his chest. "I think I'm starting to get used to the weather here, you know? I'm actually kinda hot today."

she rocks on her feet, as she begins to strip herself down to change, scoffing in disbelief at his choice in costume. "c'mon, cy, you gotta dress up with me! it ain't the same if you just go in normal clothes!" she pouts while tugging her swimsuit up her body. it hugs her a bit tighter this year, something that bothers her, whether she makes it known or not. she tries in vain to adjust the leg openings. "i can help you with a costume! you'd have a lotta fun, i just know it." her own clothes are folded and put in the bag beside his, and she lowers herself to dip her feet into the cool flowing water. "if it's this hot now, imagine how wicked hot it's gonna be in august." she pats the spot beside her on the grassy bank. "yer gonna be glad for air conditionin' then for sure." she bumps their shoulders together, then lowers herself into the water with a squeak. "oh--oh, it's so cold today."

"Ah, come on, Honeybee." He groans, as he sits himself down beside her on the bank. "You're really gonna guilt me into going in on a costume?" It's fond, despite is protests, and if it'll make Sissy happy, Cyan would do a lot of things out of his norm. "Okay. Okay." He sighs, waving a hand playfully and watching her take the first plunge. "Well, better you in first than me in that case." He laughs, watching for a moment as she seems to settle- adjusts to the chill of the water. He sighs- recognizing it'll just be worse the longer he puts it off, and slides in beside her, drawing a hiss of air. "Cold- oh shit that's cold-" He chatters his teeth a moment, shoulders pulled up to his ears and fingers flexing before he settles as well- though his torso sits far higher out of the water than hers, as usual. "I'm not gonna complain though, anything's better than sweating ourselves to death just hanging around in town."

she sinks down into the water, happily letting it come up just past the bottom of her ribcage while standing--even higher as she lets herself relax. "it does feel real good once you get used to it. especially nice to take a load off." she'd been pretty exhausted the past couple of weeks, feeling herself dragging on her usual running about, and her back ached often anymore. the weightlessness of being in the water is a relief. she draws closer to him, the water not allowing their body heat to transfer very well as she presses flush to his side. "… thanks fer takin' me out, cy. i really been a mess lately, huh?"

"I can't blame you, you know." She tucks close, cool in the water instead of sticky like on the walk there. He bends, sets a fond kiss on her forehead, her cheeks, her nose. "But… you know what's up now, and we can deal with it better." He frowns a bit, nudging her gently. "Speaking of… how'd things go with your uncle? you guys…. doing? alright now?" He's still not sure Rusty likes him, if he's honest- but sissy loves her uncle- he'd hate for her to still be on the rocks with the man, he'd seen more than enough to know she ached from the distance. "I know you guys were uh, on the outs, over me, I figured."

she sighs. "it went okay. i think we're doin' okay--erm… he's been at his boyfriends' or at work most days since we talked, and i've been workin' too, when i ain't hangin' with you." sissy had awoken the morning after their talk in far better spirits, made the two of them breakfast. it had been a quiet, peaceful morning--most mornings were afterwards. "it wasn't just over you," she assures, brushing curls back with a wet hand, "he's really just worryin' too much is all. 'cuz of the murders an' all, y'know?"

"I mean, I can't blame him." He admits. "I wouldn't trust me either." it's fair enough- he was an outsider, all things considered, and he'd had a much harder time settling in than some of the others around Huntsville. He knew the optics he gave off better than most. He smiles a bit, when she admits things are better. "He's basically your dad. I'd be worried about you too." again the realization he's liable to learn if that holds true settles in again as he glances down to take in pretty features, a hand shifting to cup her cheek- draw her up into a kiss proper. "I hope things settle down soon- for his sake and yours." He reasons. "Just my luck things start to pick up the year after I turn up." He shifts away from her for a moment, holding his breath and ducking under the water- letting the cool wick away the sweat building on his brow and shoulders- he resurfaces, shakes off- playfully aiming for Sissy beside him.

sissy's hand settles on cyan's chest, lightly paddling her legs to keep afloat. ”i just ain't worried about trustin' you, y'know? you've been real honest since we met you!“ she hadn't known, truly, if he had been—but she trusted him enough. she had felt like rusty's dislike was unfair. she shifts to stand again, eagerly following his hand as he kisses her. ”i sure hope it'd be done soon. it's been a scary year thus far, i'd like a little peace—ahaha! hey!” she mimicks him as he splashes her, her thick curls weighed heavily with water—shaking just the same with a squealing laugh. ”that's so cold!“ she settles against him again, lightly shivering. ”i already wanna be warm again.”

He hums. "I guess I forget sometimes that most of you here don't really, know my reputation, outside. That I started at zero, mostly, instead of a negative." He reasons, setting a kiss on her temple as she shivers- settles close. He's gotten stronger over the past year and a half, narrow limbs starting to line with muscle- hunter and gatherer he wasn't- but getting the lines run across the town to get the computer networks running had been a feat in itself- he'd spent far more time climbing trees and getting subsequently stuck in them to wire up computers in upstairs bedrooms than he cared to admit to even now, after all. "Well, we've been out here for a bit." They had, in all fairness, drifting and relaxing in the water. "We can head home if you'd like- settle in for a nap until it's a little cooler out? I'll be sure we've got alarms set to get you home, if you're not planning on staying over."

“oh, no,” she says, shaking her head, “i just figure your reputation doesn't have t'be good for you to be good. you didn't exactly start the best, since the old church ladies talked about you. they really aren't nice, though, so i don't think about what they say.” a slender, calloused hand glides up his arm. “mmm… could i stay?” it had been far too comforting, that he seemed to be confident in their chances with their potential baby. she wanted more of what felt like calm rationality in the face of her far-less-frazzled nerves. ”i'd really just like the company. uncle rusty's out early tomorrow, so he'll be asleep all night.“

"I think I can give a pass to you staying the night." He teases, leaning to set a soft kiss against her lips. "We'll make a night of it- I'll make dinner after we get our nap in, I'll… help you clean up your picnic basket, and we'll watch some movies, deal?" He smiles a bit. "Would hate to make you spend the night alone if I can help it." In fairness, he craves the company too- Xavier's whole deal with the youngest Romero often gave him a headache trying to keep track- it felt good to have somewhere to escape to when he couldn't make heads or tail of what his roommate was mumbling about during dinner. "You gonna borrow something to wear? I think I washed that tee shirt you think I haven't noticed you trying to escape with every time you're over."

she giggles at his teasing, pulling away enough to slip out of the water and pluck her towel up, wrapping it around herself. ”it's perfect out here now!“ she declares, offering cyan a hand out of the water. she taps her chin, her smile to him happy twhen he offers her the shirt she'd adopted to wearing most visits. ”i'd love that.” and she sure does, melted against his side and dozing off mid-movie, comfortably wrapped in his shirt and his arm. she doesn't mean to nod off the way she does, but she finds herself exhausted in the wake of the day's emotions. she hunkers in closer, their position leaving his hand below hers, pressed against her side.

It's not much of a change from their norm, the two of them clean and dry once more, her smaller frame tucked close against his under covers and the sound of some old kaiju flick in the background- Sissy drifting off as Mothra lays waste to a city below. Cyan smiles a bit, watches her drift closer to sleep where he sits semi-upright in bed. Eventually her breathing slows- steadies- and the full force of his carefully quashed panic slams into him with the force of a Mack truck. A baby. She's probably pregnant- of fucking course she would be, they'd been fucking like rabbits for months now and he's no idiot- his pull out game is not nearly as capable as he wanted to think. He doesn't know how to be a parent- he'd never had one- he was an accessory to his mother until he got too old and combative- too hateful and mean to take to photoshoots and red carpet events like some kind of doll. His father was at best a coworker and at worst an abusive boss draining him of ideas and effort for his own gain- what if cyan was as bad as he was. His hand twitches nervously where it sits against her- heart hammering his ribcage and mind racing about the possibility that he might fuck up and ruin someone else the way he'd been so resolutely. Fear pricks his spine worrying that one day another Chiyoda might think of their father and hate the way he does. He swallows the lump in his throat as best he can. Tension in his body leaving him near rigid. He spares a glance at sissy. It's not all him here. And she- well. She loves her parents- loves rusty. Maybe he has an out. And if anything- he resolves, as he leans to set a fond kiss atop her head- he can try to make sure the one thing he never becomes is his father.

#thread ; sissy ft cyan #if my formatting on this wrt the order of messages is bad no it isnt ill fix it tomorrow akjdkjfh

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