xp_logs | Shatterstar & Terry

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Shatterstar seeks out Terry to thank her for the gift she left him.

Shatterstar had the sword- Terry's ancestor's sword in his hands when he knocked on the door to her suite. His heart felt tight, his throat too. It was a wonderful gift. It was too generous of a gift. It was a gift he didn't know if he could accept. It was a gift he wouldn't dream of rejecting- a real sword. A family heirloom. (He couldn't wait to get to use it). He knocked again.

"Coming," Terry called, turning the heat down on the stove so her stir-fry wouldn't burn even as she headed for the suite door. She and Darcy really should just institute an open-door policy for the main part of the suite. She'd have to talk to her roommate about that - but later. Opening the door, Terry couldn't help but smile. "I see y'found your present. I hope y'like it, love," she said, stepping back to let Shatterstar inside.

"I can't accept this," Shatterstar said as he stepped into the suite, though his grip on the sword suggested otherwise. "This belongs to your family." He just didn't want Terry to regret giving it to some teenager she had only known a few months someday. "Thank you so much, but it's your family's. And it's a really, really good blade." He also wasn't sure Terry understood how good of a sword it was, especially fixed up with new leather.

Terry, knowing Shatterstar, had anticipated something like this, though she hadn't been entirely sure how he'd present it. "Love," she said kindly, "I'm the last Cassidy and, t'be completely honest, the likelihood o'me havin' children o'my own is... infinitesimally small. I'd like y't'have it instead o'it sittin' in a room somewhere in the Keep gatherin' more dust. Between me, the armorsmith I asked t'check it over, the leatherworker who retooled it, and you... only four people've touched it in about a hundred years. I can't think o'a better person t'have it than you, since I know you'll take care o'it and appreciate it."

Shatterstar moved to touch Terry's shoulder, then paused, still not able to believe that she was letting him have something this- this special. "Can I touch you?" He asked finally, hand hovering above Terry's shoulder, moving to hold the sword in his other hand. (It really was amazingly weighted).

Terry thought of him as her family- this is what this meant right? But surely he was over thinking that. She just wanted a wonderful piece of weaponry to be appreciated.

"Course y'can, love," Terry said, smile widening. "You've blanket permission, if you'd like."

Shatterstar put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her against him, squeezing hard, putting his face in her hair a little. It was the closest to a hug he could come to. "Thank you so much," he said into her hair.

"You're welcome, Shatterstar," Terry said, letting him squeeze her shoulders. "Now, can I give y'a birthday peck on the cheek? Promise, no actual huggin'll occur," she grinned.

"Just this once," He conceded, pulling his face out of her hair. "I'm really excited to train with it and will care for it carefully and properly."

"I know y'will," Terry said, standing on her tiptoes so she could press the briefest of kisses to Shatterstar's cheek. "There, now. I'm glad y'like it. Have y'plans with your friends?"

"It's my and Rictor's normal movie night day, so just that," Shatterstar said, which was just how he wanted to spend his birthday- with his first real friend in... He didn't even know how long. "But tomorrow can you supervise me in the Danger Room with the sword? Please?"

"Yes, o'course," Terry said, laughing softly. "I've no other way I'd rather spend my Sunday. Just let me know when you're up and ready, love."

Shatterstar squeezed Terry's shoulder one more time. "I... Thank you."