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After the preening incident with Kafka, Sunday had to explain to the other three Stellaron Hunters — except for Elio, he guesses that the man already knew. And even a little more after that, the Sunday got comfortable enough to let the others do the same thing Kafka did for him.
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Bored out of her mind, Silverwolf looks up random halovian myths. Telepathic communication — Elios fancy future predicting powers is the closest thing to having a telepathic experience, boring. Flight — of course they could fly, they don’t have wings for nothing, stupid. Lucky kiss — what?
A lucky kiss? What kind of nonsense was that? How can a kiss bring luck?
Is what Silverwolf thinks as she walks, going to Sundays room. She opens the door gently — despite being surrounded by the most wanted criminals in the entire universe, she’s afraid of Sunday, and for a good fucking reason.
“Sunday?”
She calls out, peeking through the open door. Sunday is brushing his hair, his back turned to her, she can see his all too serene expression in the mirror. He doesn’t turn to her, and only hums as he acknowledges her presence.
“So, I read this random article about halovian myths, and there’s this one myth that I took interest in.”
“Oh? Pray tell.”
He sounds uninterested, this would probably go nowhere, so it’s now or never.
“Do lucky kisses exist.”
Sunday pauses at that, the brush stopping midway his hair as he lets her words sink in.
“..they do, why?”
He says simply, setting the hairbrush down as he turns to her — his once blue pupils turned back into the dark gold he lost so long ago, Silverwolf is honestly, very thankful. The blue creeped the ever loving fuck out of her.
“Really? How?”
Sunday shrugs, a smile coming upon his lips.
“Blessings. Halovians are blessed from birth and have increased luck by then, sort of like those ‘pity’ systems in your video games.”
Sunday explains simply, Silverwolf now has a new question.
“Does it have to be mouth to mouth kisses? Or do any kisses work. Also can we test it out?”
Sunday laughs at her words, a soft, genuine smile appearing on his face.
“No, any type of kiss works, forehead and hand kissed work. And do you have any reason for testing it out, or are you just curious?”
Silverwolf ponders her answer a little before replying to him.
“I’m on a 50/50.”
She lies, but Sunday can’t seem to find a reason to deny her request. He stands up and walks towards her, his steps are silent, it honestly creeps Silverwolf out.
“May I?”
He asks, Silverwolf nods.
“Excuse me,”
Sunday brushes her bangs aside and gives her a soft kiss on her forehead. Silverwolf swears she feels her body getting lighter, a cold feeling goes down her spine. She feels luckier, somehow.
“Well?”
He pulls away, looking down at her. He sees how starry her eyes are, and giggles a little, it reminds him of how Robin would look when he did this.
“Be right back I’ll do a ten pull—“
And with that, she runs out of the room.
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A few minutes later, she returns to Sundays room, holding her phone screen towards him.
“I got c6 in a single ten pull!”
She says, a grin on her face, her phone screen displaying exactly 7 of the same character. Although Sunday is not familiar with games, the look on her face is enough to tell him that she was happy about her pulls.
“Congrats,”
He tells her, his tone soft and strangely, genuinely sweet. Silverwolf reminded him too much of Robin, it hurt, but he wasn’t about to tell Silverwolf that.
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After that, Silverwolf asks for good luck every time she goes on missions. And soon enough, all four of them are asking for good luck kisses. Sunday doesn’t mind, not at all. In fact, he likes the feeling of familial type of affection.
Although he can’t say that it’s familial to Blade, he is the only one he’s kissed on the lips after all. Well, that’s another story for another day.