five times stayed: ( five times the receiver stayed with the sender )
’ 𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚂 ’ 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙱𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂. Status ; Always accepting!
1. The first time she stayed with Khaz was against the snipers will. A cold, autumn night. It was a tight situation and a even rougher firefight that they had gotten wrapped up in. Thank christ they had enough sense to keep an eye on each others backs while law enforcement swamped the area, searching for the gang members and the pair that went up against them. It was cramped in the makeshift basement of the condemned house, but they made due. It was her rifle propped against her body, pressed on the opposite cement wall to Khaz. Barely a foot of clearance in the narrow pathway. Awkward was an understatement.
She didn’t like being near men, especially when there was no clear escape. They had only met a handful of times before this incident.
No words were shared afterwards, smelling of mold and gunsmoke. A trip to the laundromat, however was due.
2. The second time Nat stayed with Khaz was against her will in the dead of winter, sleep took hold of her mind. Khaz, ever the cautious one, kept a healthy distance as his sniper passed out on her post. It was a brief cat nap, but he kept her safe. Something Nat didn’t expect. The woman woke with a start, gripping her rifle as if it were a object of comfort, and sharply analyzed the surroundings.
Khaz gave nothing but a simple two finger salute. Maybe it wasn’t going to be a long night after all. The target was a no show. The info was useless. Neither of them were getting paid tonight, it seemed. They had no choice but to crash at her cabin for the night.
3. The third time was during spring, when Nat was deep in sleep, someone set fire to the cabin, and had barely escaped with her life. Nat showed up on his doorstep, burned on her arms and legs, gasping for air and gripping his doorway in what was left of her gown. She had no one, and he was a last resort for survival. In this state, the parasites were suffocated and barely got her that far.
She woke up on his couch later, wounds dressed. Nat decided she owed him her life, in the deafening silence. The analogue clocked read six am. Khaz was propped up in the chair at the corner of the room, arms folded and eyes shut.
4. The fourth time happened on a summer night, it was a good payout. Hired for a search and destroy, and destroy they did, there was barely two blocks of the location left. They kept the targets heads for evidence of the job well done. The duo celebrated with drinks into the night, laughing their buzzed asses off at the shocked faces of the bastards they annihilated.
Hangovers were found in the morning, both of them with their legs tangled at opposite ends of the old couch. A trip to the drugstore was much needed. Sunglasses too.
5. The fifth time was again, during fall. It was Halloween night, and Nat decided to tide the night away at Khaz’s place, handing out candy while they chilled on the couch. Horror movies played on the cheap tv and hours quickly passed until they both dozed off. They didn’t make it to the alcohol.
She’d make it up with chai tea anyways. It was clear this was becoming a habit, if Khaz minded, he never said anything.
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