{SE} you're my honey pie

Soleil

While it feels strange to not have her brother at her side, her father’s strong arms and the smiling face that emerges on the other side of the portal are more than enough to chase the lingering feeling of unnaturalness that her twin’s absence brings. Soleil beams and throws her arms around Maeve as soon as the beautiful woman embraces her, little arms squeezing tight as the little shivers borne from the snows of Halo slowly seep out of her bones. “Maeve! I missed you too,” Sol chirps, her father practically forgotten as she giggles her way through the smattered kisses and then buries her face in the Queen’s smooth clavicle and reorients herself with the natural scent she wears. It is still strange to her, these adornments that alter the natural chemistry of skin and sweat, but it’s pleasant to her human nose.

“I want to learn! What are we gonna bake?” she breathes excitedly as her feet find the sandy shore once more, smiling up at Maeve like a miniature sun. So much surer of herself now that she is reunited with her father. Confident and blossoming where she had been cagey and withdrawn. A gasp of delight meets the presentation of the gift, big amber eyes gone huge with surprise and a touch of emotion. “For me? You’re sure?” Her voice is an awed, hopeful whisper, and only once Maeve nods does she begin ripping apart the wrapping paper eagerly, delighting in the noises as much as the action.

a happy soul is the best shield
for a cruel world