It Was Us.
A short P.O.V of Sepheir. This is her current thoughts about Zuro's rough hands and what matters to him.
I’ve held your hand for years.
It’s been so gentle.
You’ve been so gentle.
The hands that tied my hair,
For a little more than a decade,
Were the same hands
Who held my face.
Your hands were always gentle.
Tense, but gentle.
But the first time I held it—
All I noticed wasn’t only
The sense of safety
And endearment to me.
It was its roughness,
And that it was scarred.
Scarred and calloused.
And I wondered.
How were the same hands
That cared for me?
.
When I held it the first time,
There were no words.
Just comfortable silence.
I tried tracing your history
Through your scars alone.
Trying to get a hint-
A word-
A thought-
From you.
But you didn’t speak.
You only sat there
As if you waited for the stars
To answer you back.
You never said a word,
But by the look of your eyes,
From the clenching of your fists,
And how you seeked for the skies-
I knew you asked a god,
If the scars that laid at your hands,
Were signs of meaning, or approval
Or if they were only designs
Like tattoos and beauty marks.
And from then, I knew
You tolerated the roughness,
That you hated so much.
.
I was with you for months,
But I knew nothing.
You didn’t like talking
About yourself, didn’t you?
Was the world in your hands
Too heavy for you to carry?
Was the emotions you felt
Too heavy for you to handle?
You barely had an answer
When it comes to yourself.
No matter.
For now, I’ll hold your hands
Roughed, Calloused and Scarred
It didn’t matter.
As those same rough hands
Were the warmest ones I held.
.
You’ve barely spoken,
Tongue ties, lips sealed
But I can see the anger
That burns in your eyes
I can sense the resentment
I can sense the hatred
That runs deeper than your skin
That pierces deeper than your bones
But even I didn’t know
Who that anger was against
For now, I only had one choice-
To hold your hands,
To feel your clenching fists,
To kiss your bruised knuckles
Trying to tell you
That you’ll be okay.
That we’ll be okay.
.
You finally responded
With words
You stopped praying to heaven
You stopped cursing the gods
You stopped trusting the devil
And you only stared at me
With only a few words
That meant everything to me
That meant everything to you
That meant everything to us
“We’ll be okay,
As long as we’re together,
We’ll not end up perfect
But we’ll end up fine.”
And from then I knew
It wasn’t gods or fate
That mattered to you
It was us.