-- Anon Guest
[AN: That's definitely Weird Al singing... Video shows a clip from an animated series called Milo Murphy's Law in which a boiler turns into a rocket and propels a group seated on a toboggan through a series of unlikely locations]
The wreckage was what only Humans and other Deathworlders could class as "survivable". Several things were going wrong in rapid succession. Rob didn't even know it was Del until long after they came to a safe halt, miles from the crash site. He just helped hir up onto the plate of a hull piece and more or less fell on top of hir when something went bang.
There was no way to steer, no hope of directing their path anywhere. In fact, it was sheer luck that had them headed on a reverse vector to the stricken ship's path through plant life, stone structures and, of course, soil. It was a minor miracle that they came to a slow halt after skipping like a stone across a lake.
Now that there was time to breathe, the both of them were doing so in access, sitting up and taking stock in all possible directions in case something else came off the wreck of the Cruise Ship Hesperus while they were still celebrating their survival. Only after they had moderate shelter from the still-raining debris did Rob noticed who he was with.
Del. The one being who had turned his heart to ardent infatuation from the day he saw hir. It was Del's general air of enthusiasm that did it, lighting hir up like a beacon. Now, hir stunned amazement at being alive shone from hir too.
"Oh hi there, tall, dark and nervously flirtatious. Planning on running away on me again?"
Rob's face burned. "Um. Hello again, I guess. Yeah. No. I'm not running away. I mean. This entire cruise I've been trying to talk to you andum... I'm not that great in the courage department. But. Uh. We should... um... probably... stick together? For safety?" Mortification was making him squeaky. "Ifyouhavepersonalboundariesnow'sthetime..."
"Don't worry about it. You're adorkable enough to still be cute. Thanks for the rescue, by the way." Mischief twinkled in those deep, dark eyes. "Do you want your hand back?"
They were still holding hands.
They were still holding hands!
They were still holding hands!
Rob had to wait for his brain to finish rebooting before he could manage a very squeaky, "Not right now..."
Del lead him around the lake and, eventually, back to the wreck where the other survivors were establishing a camp. Ze slowly boosted his confidence enough that he would never run from hir again.
[Image (c) Can Stock Photo / canfrank]
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