A/N: Idek wat’s going on with spoilers but this is a cute prompt so here we go :)
One night was all she’d wanted. One damned night. One night where she could just focus on him and them (and everything that they entailed – the whirlwind of feelings and heated kisses and stolen moments) without an eruption of chaos pushing it to the side-lines.
But that’s too much to ask, apparently. Not on the cards for the saviour, apparently.
She broods on this as she stands by the docks, beige heels hanging from her fingers by the straps, her dress torn slightly at the bottom where it had got caught on a branch. She resents that too – the fact that she actually dressed up for once, curled her hair and all, only to end up scraping said curls into a ponytail and kicking her heels of in the interest of dealing with the latest shenanigans.
(Even if his expression when he’d seen her had managed to make it somewhat worthwhile – the way his eyes had widened, irises darkening as he’d bit down on his bottom lip. She’d wanted to laugh at how much he looked like his past self – the same dancing eyes and tongue in cheek – but he’d swallowed her chuckle with his lips on hers.)