Proud Of You
I was procrastinating my studies and ended up writing a little Hak/Yona drabble. Well, it was supposed to be mostly centered on those two but the other guys refused to be ignored. Anyway, enjoy.
Only a few months back Hak would have openly laughed in the face of anyone who dared to say he’d be witnessing what was in front of him now. Even in the present he occasionally could not believe his eyes. That asseveration was especially true in this moment as Hak found himself admiring his princess’s ability to confidently command a situation. His flower that had for so long been slowly and carefully unfurling was close to blooming.
It all began earlier in the day, when their odd group stumbled upon a man face down on the side of the road, still as the balmy afternoon air enveloping them. Kija saw him first, white coat trailing behind his retreating figure as he darted over. The white dragon crouched down for a moment before standing once more and turning to address the group.
With that brief announcement everyone else hurriedly poured around the fallen male. Unlike the others who were frantic over the stranger’s condition, Hak remained on guard. One could never be too careful and so he took in the man’s clothing trying to absorb any possible information the fabric offered. His garments were a rich powder blue, but the vivacious color was muted with smears of brown dirt and crimson. Whoever this guy was, he’d been through a hell of a fight. That was for sure.
“We need to flip him over” Yoon ordered gruffly, already digging through his pack, “be careful; do it gently. He’s not an exceptional beast like you lot.”
“Let Zeno do it” the blond murmured quietly, and though it was only for a second Hak though he detected a sorrowful tint to Zeno’s words. None of them liked to witness innocents being hurt or slaughtered, but the pain of such situations seemed to resonate acutely with the yellow dragon.
Shin-Ah held up his hand asking Zeno to wait for a moment before stretching out his furry cloak next to the man. He meant it to serve as a bed. The blue dragon looked ghoulish with his odd clothing and reticent demeanor, like a figment one might stumble across in a nightmare. Truthfully however this silent fellow was gentle, so gentle, with such kindness it seeped into anyone he encountered.
Jae-Ha assisted in turning the man over and once that task was complete it only took a few seconds for Ao to appear by his face, adamantly attempting to shove an acorn into his mouth. The princess hastily scooped up the squirrel as Hak noted the cut on the man’s right shoulder. Yoon gingerly inspected the gash before sifting through his bag once more.
“Well?” Jae-Ha prompted.
“He needs stitches, a lot of them. This could take a while.” The self proclaimed genius pretty boy finally produced a needle and thread along with some spare bandages. “Before I can begin we need to get this needle disinfected. There’s no point helping him now if he’s just going to die from an infection later.”
And the conclusion of that statement brought Hak to the present situation, the one in which he could only watch on with astonishment. There was the princess, a girl whose biggest concern use to be the color of her hair, directing the dragons so naturally. She wasn’t panicking over finding a half dead man as she would have done in the past. No, the princess in front of Hak now was aiding Yoon in caring for his patient, not at all worried about the dirt staining her clothes and face. The girl in front of him now was sharper, and it didn’t take her but a minute to catch him staring.
“What is it?” She asked glancing up from where she sat on the ground. Hak just smirked and her eyes narrowed awaiting his jab. Hak wasn’t going to tease her this time, not when she was practically shining enough to rival the sun.
One day he’d tell her how proud he was of this girl whose core was composed of steel wrapped in layers of fire and lace. This leader who possessed an unwavering will and the gentlest of hearts. This person who took it upon herself to give and give until the well ran dry. One day he’d tell her all that, among other things. But for now he’d simply offer his silent support and watch her burst into bloom.