Typical, Petruchio thought, the corner of his lips twitching into a half-smile. Instead of feeling happy over the two of them meeting up by chance, she had to go and think of the worst possibility; that he was bringing bad news. She had always been prone to jumping to conclusions, even back then. Perhaps it wasn’t necessarily a surprising reaction; after everything they had been through, they had been made to believe that if there was something bad that could happen to them, it would happen for sure. That was how they had grown up, and it was not something that was easily forgotten. But Petruchio was different; his way of coping was with a smile
and food, even if things looked down, he looked up, forced himself to look up — there was no other way for him to look anyways, he had always been right at the bottom, even if his strength was one of the highest. He had gotten used to it, and while other people would have drawn façades around themselves for protection, Petruchio’s smiles were always genuine.By the time he would have opened his mouth to say anything, Incendiu had already decided by herself that whatever he had to say, she did not want to hear it. Petruchio glanced away. Who was he to argue with that? Perhaps he was in a little better control of his own life now, but… old habits die hard. He ran his fingers through his hair, then finally looked back at her, smiling. Just the sight of her face made him smile all over again. If he’d ever had a friend at all, it was Incendiu. A moment later, the smile turned into a laugh, and he shook his head a little. “We haven’t been sitting here for five full minutes!” He could get a little fidgety when it was about food, all right, but he would never reach her limits in terms of impatience.
When he laughed at her impatience, she let out a small growl before turning her head back forward and straightened her back. Incendiu crossed her arms under her chest before placing one leg over the other, fiery hair falling into her face while she tried to get situated. “Maybe three minutes, we should at least have water or a drink by now,” She scoffed and turned her eyes down towards the table. They stayed there for a few minutes before her rage at the waitress passed and she looked back up to him, her expression softening as she brought her back a little bit off her chair. The scars might have been years upon years old, but they could still hurt, and for a moment she wondered if his did the same. Bringing a hand up to move hair out of her face, she found a small smile creeping onto her lips as she looked at him. She’d forgotten just how much she missed his laugh, and his smile, and just all of him in general. If there had ever been anyone she could honestly say she could trust, it had been Petruchio.
“It’s— It’s nice to see you again, Petruchio,” She manged a brighter smile before it dimmed again. “How long as it been since we were all disbanded?” Her curiosity was genuine, it must have been five years or so. Being twenty-five now and having been twenty then, it had to have been. Meaning he was twenty-seven or twenty-six, or something. Sometimes details like that slipped from her mind. “I thought it was five, but I might be mistaken,” Incendiu managed a small bitter laugh, “Actually, I’m surprised that we’ve even had this chance to see each other again after all of this time.”
(Source: thewrathfulone)
