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It was noon, orange glow of sunlight lit up the corner of Rockets bedroom. It’s been a long day, Rocket had a stressful day at her mother’s store. Sword had popped in a few times but that was kinda it.
Apart from now.
The two of them were cuddling up on Rockets bed, Sword was just watching a show on Rocket’s TV. The other one just curled up to Sword, the remaining arm just across of her chest.
Rocket wasn’t paying much attention to the TV.
Her eye glanced up at her partner, staring at them. She began to wonder.
She wondered why they would ever want to stay with her? She was a horrible person deep down inside. They use hurt others, smash their faces until it was nothing but blood.
She still remembers those days. They keep them awake.
Sword wasn’t there when they happened, and when they met every hammer or anything was fully taken away from her grasp. Zuka had to watch her as well, she resorted to doing bad habits to themselves after she was unable to hurt anyone else.
Who would ever want to stay with someone so bad as her? She harmed everyone around her.
“Rocky?” Sword voice suddenly made her stop the wondering thoughts, she didn’t notice she was starting to cry until Sword said her name—or well, her nickname.
“Hm?” She hummed, she knew what they were going to stay next. For an unknown reason, she wanted to lie.
Like she use to do.
“You alright? You seem down,” Sword replied, their voice was gentle.
“. . . Yeah,” she said after a heartbeat. “Just overthinking.”
“Alright, you can talk about it, only if you want to.” Sword said, leaning down to give Rocket a small kiss on the forehead. If Rocket could ever purr, she would’ve.
Rocket sighed softly as she just got herself closer to Sword, she went to wipe something off her eye until her gaze landed on her arm.
Her arms had bit of long deep scars, some were raised, and others was white.
Her mind rethought back to everything, she remembered doing all of this. She remembered when Zuka first found out, she wasn’t mad. But he did keep a watchful eye on her since, he doesn’t watch her anymore now though.
She stared before couldn’t helping the tears in her eyes.
Sword did notice and immediately held her, Rocket just cried onto them. She didn’t know why everything was so sensitive to her, normally her scars didn’t bother her.
After a minute she slightly calmed down, she still remained almost clinging onto her lover, Sword.
“You alright?” Sword asked.
Rocket didn’t reply, she couldn’t. Instead she gazed down at her only arm left.
Swords been with her long enough to understand, “ah, your scars?”
Rocket nodded.
Sword nodded as they held her closer, “well, I don’t think they’re that bad!” Sword attempted to comfort Rocket. “They just showed what you’ve been through and survived, like how i survived my aunt” Sword giggled.
Rocket chuckled, pulling away from sword to look at them. She wiped her eyes before going back to cuddle sword again, her energy felt oddly low. She just wanted to sleep.
Sword smiled softly, they took Rockets covers and covered the both of them. They hugged Rocket as they turned off the TV, it was still too early to sleep but Sword didn’t mind.
They kiss Rockets forehead before holding her closely.
Quietly as it was, Sword could’ve sworn they heard the other say something . . .
They don’t catch it, maybe they’ll ask in the morning.