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griffin-wood Β· 2 years
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title: would you run away with me?
pairing: kaia.
a/n: title from call it what you want by taylor swift <3 also, a birthday fic from myself to myself which is called self indulgence hihi! forgive me for the grammatical errors and enjoy!! πŸ’œ (This concept might be weirdly tad bit confusing, but dkdokd; I'm just going with my gut and I hope I have written Kenzie well here brrrr.)
Being the mayor's son, never really has its perks. It made him numb to stand by his dad's side, and put on a show for the sake of the people. Unfortunately, that's something he can't escape from. Being under the scrutiny of the media his whole life, made him this way. The transformation throughout his life was place under the limelight of being known, and it's exhausting.
He would rather be staying at home, in his own solitude; and the good company of his own. But, duty calls and he couldn't show that he's a weakling; he never does.
However, today is a bit different. He wasn't alone at the back, as his eyes drifted from the podium where his father is speaking towards her standing beside him, listening intently through her expression which Kent finds it quite adorable.
She got her hands clasps together, as she listens. He remembers, she mentions how her focus is one of her greatest traits actually; and here she is doing just that. And on the other hand, he was the one who haven't been focused at all. As the audience applauses, Maia turns to look at him. Her smile somehow is fill with reassurance, and he found it familiarly comforting.
Maia closes the little gap between them, as the sound of his father's voice over the speakers. It gets too loud, somehow it brings him back to the time when he was a little kid. His late mother was holding his hand, as the three of them posed as the happiest family at the time, something within those flashes and sounds brings him to an olden memory he either wants to relive all over again or forget. Something tugged his attention, a movement his way pulled him back out of the reverie of memories, where he was met with audiences voices and a worried looking Maia.
"hey, you okay?" She says quietly, her hands immediately taking his. It's always cold, and there she is warming it up, as glitch would call a thermodynamics state of relations. And it's proven, her warm hands fits within the palm of his cold ones.
He was about to answer, before a sound of looming applause fills the area. But, his gaze only found hers. She hasn't move yet, her eyes laced with worry; terrified of something happening to him. It feels fairly new, to have someone watch over you. Care about you to an extent, because all the affection in his life beforehand only has become a memory. He only has been taking care of himself on his own. He doesn't need to be saved, he can survive on his own. But, as gray irises met; the gentleness in her gaze makes him think. Sometimes the thoughts were incoherent, some were fuzzy but she's always there. Somewhere, looking out for him.
He never tore that gaze away, as the panic filled her eyes still. He lets out a breath, as Maia smiles, before taking his hand squeezing it thrice.
"even the mightiest heroes needs saving sometimes." He recalls a few weeks ago, she told him this as she was cleaning one of his wounds. He groans at the pressure, before eye-ing the statement.
And that's what she thought of him, a hero on its own. A hero for standing here and being here, that's enough for her to trust him. And she did, she always have been. However, the heroes that he is aware of; often end up on his own. But, yeah; he could save himself, but would he want to be alone?
And in the middle of it all, he realizes; Maia walks him off the side of the stage. She sat him down on of the plastic chairs, as she stands by; with a wet towel in hand which he's curious on the origins as Maia damp it over his face.
He stops her for a moment, a deep breath before looking at her. "Let's skip the next one." β€˜would you run away with me?’
His words left his mouth, only for her ears only. And that's his way of asking, let's run away somewhere away from here. The only savior he never knew he needed, but one that he never expected to be.
Maia's eyes widen in surprise, before she looks down with a wide smile, as a giggle escapes her lips.
"duh, always. I believe we're gonna have much more fun than this." β€˜yes.’
And that's all that's needed for them to be to call it what they want. As the audience disperse through their vision, he got everything he need right here with him; in a form of a red clad human being, the silent gratitude fills within his chest as he pulls her close at the side.
Chest to chest, heart to heart, this time he'll be alright.
THE END.
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