Prompt 3a – Brightest Lights
Reyes watched her sleep. She was in his arms with all secrets laid bared before them. The blood on his hands had stained her, wounded her, and she held them still. They hadn’t touched outside of gentle caresses as they talked throughout the dark of night in Kadara until she had fallen asleep on him.
Sara’s face was soft and untroubled for the first time since he laid eyes on her. A time that now felt like lifetimes ago. She was older, this galaxy had aged her into a wiser thing. She wasn’t the wide eyed girl in a bar anymore. The worlds, the initiative, everything she had taken on her tiny shoulders for everyone else had bruised her, bled her, and led her back to him.
Reyes himself wasn’t that man anymore. His ruthless pragmatism still ever present and part of him, but at no longer the cost of his soul. There was a lightness in his heart, a comfort he hadn’t known since he was a child. He could even say a feeling of home.
Her tiny form moved closer to hold on tighter like if she were to wake he would disappear like a ghost. Barely moving he reached for a nearby blanket and wrapped it around them in a tiny cocoon. Reyes kissed her on her brow. He may be a thief, a murderer, and someone to be afraid of but tonight he would just get to be Reyes Vidal: a man who loved a woman. One who found the grace to forgive him, no matter how unworthy he may be.