Chaos sat on the couch with Order, both cuddled up in their favorite blanket, the warm light of the television gently painting the room around them. She was resting against him, arms embraced around him as she dozed off into daydream, feeling his warmth. Their living room, the TV, the couch faded away as she was carried back to distant memories by his warmth beside her.
It was a cold November afternoon, the snowflakes falling around them as their feet crunched the snow, their breath forming mist as they passed between the bare trees in the suburbs around them. Chaos held Orders arm, smiling, her red curls bouncing around shoulder length back then. Order smiled, looking ahead, the cold air matching his blue eyes. Their first real date together, walking in the cold to a restaurant near their neighborhood. The memory faded back into Orders warmth.
There she was, angry at him, ready to kick down anything at a moments notice, her jade eyes glimmering with rage. She paced around the room. Order stood like a statue, arms crossed, his blue eyes raging with tempest swells within them.
"Well I'm sorry that YOU don't fold your shirts like a normal human being" Chaos jabbed
Order scoffed "being normal is for losers, I fold my shirts in the most efficient way possible, it's scientifically proven, unlike whatever it is you're doing to MY shirts"
Chaos and Order glared at each other, the iciness of his ocean eyes challenged by the scorching flames in her jade ones. Their first real fight after being married.
The memory caused Chaos to narrow her eyes and grip Order tighter than she should have. She laughed internally, remembering how dumb their first fight was. But it was a fight she was going to win, she thought as she relaxed her grip on Order. If winning a fight meant she lost him though… Chaos frowned and hugged Order, savoring his warmth. She wanted to stay by his side forever. Her mind wandered to all their memories, every moment together; happy, sad, loving, angry, healthy, sick, sleepy, daytime, nighttime, apart, but ultimately together. She smiled. She was warm with him. Order smiled, feeling her warmth as she snuggled up next to him.
——————Stasis's Trauma part 1——————
Stasis methodically ate her scrambled eggs, one forkful at a time. The smell of bacon that Flux had cooked was deliciously pervading the room. Flux wolfed down his pancakes that were slathered in syrup, stopping to take swigs of orange juice in between. Stasis paused, her mouth a line, slightly frowning.
"Hey babe, what would you think if I tried for a job at Spacecorp?"
Flux almost did a spit take. Spacecorp was the biggest rocket and space exploration institution in the world. Flux coughed, recovering, Stasis took a breath
"I-I know it sounds dumb haha just kidding I-"
Flux cleared his throat, regaining his composure and interrupting her after a pause
"I actually think you should go for it, you're the smartest person I know, I was just uh, surprised. Spacecorp isn't exactly the most…"
Flux searched for the words he was looking for.
"Forgiving place." Flux finished his sentence, his mouth settling into a grim line as he remembered his cousin, Chance, who used to work there.
Stasis gave a sympathetic sigh and her hand found his arm, comforting him. Their eyes cast down, remembering the funeral a couple years ago. Their eyes met each other's, the sadness of the past having floated to the surface.
"I'm sorry, and I understand" Stasis started. She had no words to console him.
Flux inhaled deeply, remembering the pain of finding the note left behind when he had went to visit Chance. "No no it's ok, I'm fine, I'm ok." Flux paused. "I love you and I support you in whatever you want to do" He started. "It's just that, well, I just don't want you going somewhere…"
"That's not good for me" Stasis finished.
They both looked at each other with love in their eyes and strained smiles on their faces. There was a long pause. Flux broke it first.
"I do stand by what I said." Flux thought about his words. "I do support you in whatever you want to do." His hands gently clasped hers as they sat together in a moment of silence.
Stasis smiled, and Flux could see the numbers crunching behind her eyes. Should she stick with her plan? She had chosen her degree specifically for this field, and Spacecorp was one of the best. What would her family think? On the surface they barely approved of her getting married with Flux before they had a way to make money, much less the fact that Flux was a musician. There were a lot of variables to consider. Stasis sighed as her mind worked into overdrive, her anxiety constricting her breaths. Was this what she really wanted?
Stasis sucked a breath in through her teeth, lined in a strained smile. "I'd like to try it out and see how it goes, I've wanted this job for a while, but I'll let you know if i need help or anything ok?" Stasis didn't sound as sure as she thought she was in her head.
Two weeks later she timidly entered the massive Spacecorp building that vaulted into the atmosphere. Her interview had gone well, her grades in college and prior work experience on projects as well as numerous letters of recommendation, not to mention her own abilities, were more than enough to land her the job.
"Well hey there!" Process boomed. A large man in a suit that barely contained his joyfully robust frame called out to Stasis.
"Hey there Sir" Stasis gave a slight smile, greeting her new boss, her attempted friendliness always tempered by her ever present professionalism.
Process started walking towards the elevator, a massive hall with a single receptionists desk dotted the vacuous space on the ground floor. "Follow me, we'll have you go to the space transportation department and see how you'll fit in there" He remarked over his shoulder.
Stasis gave a nod and followed him through the hall, her petite frame made even smaller in the sheer amount of space in the room. Her breaths shortened and she quickly tucked the out of place hair that was not actually there into her strictly placed blonde bun. Her dark eyes stared with a determined and furious intellect behind her glasses as her heels clacked on the floor, catching up with Process. They entered the elevator and Process pressed one of the 100 buttons available and the doors to the elevator closed, encapsulating them.