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DD: Three little words

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Blaster fire erupts in the distance, lighting up the dim alleyway with blue and red flashes. Nolan and Laroo dart behind a neon-lit wall, their bodies pressed close together as they catch their breath. Laroo’s blaster is drawn, aimed over Nolan’s shoulder. He pulls her in, his hand gripping her waist firmly, and she’s momentarily stunned by the intensity in his eyes.


Nolan : "Red…" softly, but with a fire in his voice


Laroo doesn’t break eye contact, her breathing heavy, her lips parted in anticipation. She’s ready for the next wave of enemies, but Nolan doesn’t move. His grip tightens slightly, and she feels the heat of his body pressing against hers.


Laroo : barely above a whisper "We should—"


Nolan cuts her off, his voice low, almost a growl.


Nolan: "I love you."


Time seems to freeze. The sounds of distant fighting fade into a dull roar as his words hang in the air. Laroo’s eyes widen, her breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected this—not now, not ever. Her hand trembles slightly, but she keeps her blaster steady, her body still pressed against his.


Laroo : stunned "What… what did you just say?"


Nolan's gaze never wavers, his expression raw and vulnerable in a way she’s never seen before.


Nolan: "I love you, Red."


For a moment, Laroo is speechless, her heart pounding louder than the blaster fire. She’s never been good with feelings—especially not these kinds. Her chest tightens as she searches his eyes, looking for any sign of doubt. But there’s none.

Finally, she lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, her eyes softening, a flicker of emotion crossing her face.


Laroo : hesitant, almost vulnerable "Damn it, Nolan…"


She tilts her head, her eyes glinting with a mix of frustration and something else—something deeper. She leans in, her forehead resting against his for a beat, her voice barely a whisper.


Laroo: "You picked a hell of a time to tell me."


Nolan smirks, his hand gently stroking the side of her hip as he leans in closer, their faces inches apart.


Nolan : murmuring "Figured we don’t get many second chances in this line of work."


Laroo closes her eyes for a brief moment, letting the weight of his words sink in. She opens them again, locking gazes with him, her usual defenses cracking just a bit.


Laroo: "I…"


A loud explosion nearby jolts them back to the reality of the moment. Laroo clenches her jaw, pulling herself together. She pushes against his chest lightly, the tension between them still palpable.


Laroo : frustrated "Cover me. I’m not dying before we finish this conversation."


Nolan chuckles, his eyes still soft as he releases her, stepping back to give her space. But the intensity between them remains as Laroo takes point, her blaster ready, their silent connection lingering in the neon glow.


Nolan : "Not a chance. We've got a lot more to talk about."


They move as one, diving back into the chaos, but something unspoken now binds them tighter than before.



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Nolan and Laroo are original characters of my comic Dark Days


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animsakari's avatar

I like how a quick glance at the thumbnail makes me think I'm about to get a dose of cyberpunk-romance-novel-cover-art (and I suppose I sorta am), but as soon as the full-size image hits me, I'm wondering why I'm staring down the barrel of Laroo's high-powered sidearm.

Beautiful scene (as always) and some intense writing. But, yeah, he did pick "a hell of a time" 😄.