Can we all (w'all?) see some hero/villain childhood friends starters?
1) The covert operation was heartbeats away from being blown open before it even started as the security at the door eyed them with suspicion. The next heartbeat - “Oh my god, [name]?”
The hero’s spine straightened, startled, and they whipped around. “Oh my god.”
“It’s really you, isn’t it?” The villain looked at them in utter delight. They drew them in, clapped them on the back and looked at their companions, before glancing at the security. “It’s alright, this is an old friend of mine. Make a note to have the bartender give them whatever they want on the house.”
“You could join us for a drink?”
2) “Children know each other in strange ways, different to how adults know each other,” the villain murmured. “There is a certainty, even in blindness, because what matters most is there unshaken. People are what they are to you. They could never be anything else.”
“I don’t know how to know you anymore,” the hero allowed, softly. “All I have is questions. Doubts.”
“See, that’s the problem. Questions.” The villain sighed. “This fell apart the second you started asking me why.”
“Someone had to. You have no limits.”
“Now, see. You’ve given yourself a why already.”
God, they were going in circles. Nostalgia made it impossible to move forward, to learn more. The hero shook their head in a futile attempt to clear it.
3) They couldn’t stand to even look at each other - it reminded too much of the past. They placed a desperate chess game instead, shoving their pieces, pawns and soldiers at each other across the board as if that way they could keep each other at a distance. Avoid. If they must be so irrevocably, so helplessly, drawn to each other let it be an orbit, a perfect distance. Never touching. Because nothing could be the same if they collided.
4) “[Name! I didn’t know you were back for the holidays. Are you seeing your folks? How are they. Come in, come, tell me everything. [Hero’s name] will be so pleased to see you!””
In the other room, the hero froze. Their heart stuttered. After all that time, with everything going on, it couldn’t…they surged to their feet, reaching the hall in time to see the villain offer their mother a friendly smile and a hug. Relatives flooded to greet the villain happily, all warm curiosity and questions. As if it was still before.”
“What,” the hero managed to gasp out. “Are you doing here?”
“Dinner,” their mother said. “You absolutely must stay for dinner.”
“Actually,” the villain gave a sheepish grin. “I was wondering if [hero’s name] could come out to play?”
Their mother laughed at how familiar the words were. The hero felt like they’d been sucker punched.