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There was always a glove. He had grown accustomed to the feel. The texture of it was a durable vinyl. The colors spoke Entrapta. There was always a glove and he had never had a problem with it.
Now unclad, brown hand in his blue, Hordak’s eyes widened in awe. His intrigue was not only due to the action but the sensation of the bare skin against his. Her glove had given the illusion she had larger hands than she did. They were quite soft, the gloves having done their job, and warm. Hordak liked the warmth of them. Did she like the way his hand felt, he wondered? He hoped she did. She had asked to hold his hand and he hoped that it was exactly what she yearned for it to be. This simple moment, even he knew, carried a special weight. Curiously enough, in this simple moment he felt as if he were weightless.
Entrapta gripped his hand more firmly, not painfully so, just more securely. She pressed into his side lifting their clasped hands up as if to get a better view of it. He watched as she thrust it back down and then back up in a swinging motion. She let out a giggle then nuzzled into his side. A stab of longing invaded his chest as his crimson eyes settled on her form nestled against him.
Without trying to, even more walls fell. The pining seemed to envelope him. His brows relaxed and his eyelids entered a half lidded state. One of the corners of his lips raised in a gentle half smile as his ears dipped down. Turning up her head to glance up at him there was nowhere for him to hide. His cheeks warmed and the pink was prominent under the pale skin of his face.
Despite how blatant his feelings were written on his face he felt no need to hide. Whenever these moments occurred he had to turn his face away. He could never bear to hold her gaze in such instances. And many instances they had been.
Entrapta simply eyed him casually for a few moments. He watched as suddenly her eyes widened as if just taking stock of something followed by a rose coloring of her cheeks. The color matched his own cheeks intensity. Hordak mustered the courage to hold her beautiful cherry pink gaze with his fiery red one. Entrapta didn’t need to muster a thing. She was born fearless. She was born free spirited. She carried a deeply vibrant soul that he had grown to cherish.
There was nothing for him to do but fall for his self proclaimed lab partner. Purple tresses had entered his sanctum and swept him off his feet. He never had felt more filled with purpose in his life than when she had entered it. It was truly grande to have such a notion materialize in his mind. The idea of having purpose outside of the galactic horde. He had been born into service. He had been robbed of childhood, of choices, of ideas even, to freely scamper through his mind. He had been born into something not someone.
With Entrapta by his side he never felt more sure that he was Hordak. She was the best choice he had ever made. He gently squeezed her hand a little to savor the moment. Entrapta need not. She already knew there would be many more moments like these to come.