Stormchaser fic? You don't have to if you don't want to

“I’m afraid that one day, I could hurt you”

And that was the moment that Sam’s heart broke.

Not just for him and his seemingly doomed love. But for Six.And John. And Marina. And Ella. For all of them. His father and his broken mind,which he couldn’t fully trust any more, far away from them all. Adam and hishaunted, hollow eyes, watching them all from the corner. Ella curled up in aball on the floor. Lexa, the only remaining Cepan, trying desperately tocomfort her. Marina, still unconscious, oblivious to the goings on in the ship.Five, Daniela and Nine watching in horror from the doorway at the scene infront of them. Mark sobbing. John broken. Sarah and her open unseeing eyesstaring up at them all.

Six shook herself out of his hug. “Sam, I’m serious, we can’tdo this.”

He looked into her eyes that showed not even the slightestsign of life, “I kill everything I love.”

With that she turned away and walked out of the ship,shoving aside anyone in her way.

All he could hear was his own heartbeat in his chest,thudding slowly and surely in the silence, unchanged from Six’s words. That waswhen he realised that it didn’t matter what she said. Six needed him and he wasgoing to be there for her, no matter what. He wasn’t going to die. For her, hewould live forever.

Right now, Six needed to be alone. But she also needed to bereminded why they were fighting. For their freedom. For their friends. Fortheir love. And for their lost ones. Six was not the reason, things went wrongand she needed to be reminded that. If she thought she was poison, then Samwould be the antidote.

"♡: Accidentally falling asleep together" with navrina, please ^_^

Marina notices the habit first, probably because she’s the one who instigates it when her eyes slot closed and her head falls against Eight’s shoulder when they’re watching TV. It evolves into her falling asleep when they’re up on the roof looking up at the midnight sky, and eventually he does the same. 

She supposes it goes to show how comfortable they are around each other, but she ends up being more embarrassed when she wakes up with his head against hers. 

It’s worse when the others catch them. Nine, particularly, because he laces innuendos in his words that both of them frown at, but even Ella giggles unnecessarily loud afterwards when she sees her and Eight together. 

But, Marina thinks when Eight’s head falls on her shoulder and she feels her own eyes closing, she’ll take the teasing if it means this.

♔ : Finding the other wearing their clothes +Navrina thanks!!

The sleeves are a smidgen too large, the cuffs dragging across the paper as Marina sketches the landscape into existence, and Marina would have found it puzzling if she hadn’t known Eight liked to add an extra size to his sweatshirts. She wishes they had paint, here, but she’d been trying to branch out from her comfort zone as of late, so it’s only natural she did the same through art. 

She’d been so lost in concentration that she didn’t hear their shared bedroom door open, and it’s only when Eight exclaims that’s where my sweatshirt went that she looked up with wide eyes as if she’s been caught doing something nefarious.  

“Eight! Hi!” she blurts, and he’s grinning.

“You look cute,” he admits, and there’s a distinctness redness in his cheeks. His eyes travel towards the pad of paper she’s been hunched over for the past hour. “What are you drawing?”

Marina’s gaze falls back towards the sketch, and her spirits fall at how everything blurs together. Grays upon grays, she wishes she had color to work with. “Lorien,” she says, “but it isn’t turning out quite like I had hoped.” 

As Eight walks closer, he stares at the piece. “I think it looks good,” he says, “but if you don’t like it you just need to practice.” And he adds, “And you will get the hang of it,” at her persisting frown so that it lifts somewhat.