openmisc | Kent/Feldspar

Kent steps back, letting them listen for themselves as the sound fills the living room. "How long until you take a ship that way?" he murmurs softly, as if he knows them so well already.

They pause long enough to look up at Kent as he walks around the room. “Has to be after Brittle Hollow. I don’t know how long…Slate’ll have to prepare for that wind.”

It pains them to be realistic, but it’s the truth of the matter.

"And the water. And any number of things."

He shoves his hands in his pockets. "Brittle Hollow will be soon, though. I heard Slate talking about final preps."

They’re reluctant to pull away from the sounds of Giant’s Deep, but what Kent’s saying directly impacts their ability to go back into space.

“Yeah? That’s good news.”

"I know you're excited." He comes back to them and puts a friendly hand on their shoulder. "You can come by and listen any time you want."

Feldspar brings their hand up to touch Kent’s. “Careful. If you invite me into your home I might never leave,” they laugh quietly.

"You brought me here, to your home," he reminds them. "So you'll be hard pressed to get rid of me."

He knows he's happy enough here. Even more comfortable as the days go on. "But it's late and we should go to bed."

“Sounds like a kidnapping.” They grin slightly, then reluctantly set the radio back onto Kent’s desk.

“I guess so. Big day of peeling Slate off the ground from having too much sap wine.”

"Still haven't tried that. But - I think I'd rather be alert tomorrow. Let me know if I trip on anyone," he laughs.

“I don’t think I will. Use your fancy stick.”

Feldspar heads to the door with a little wave.

“Anyway, have a good night, Kent. That’s…you’re really impressive, you know?”

Kent feels his cheeks turn red, but he can't deny it without sounding insincere.

"Make sure you tell Hornfels the same thing," he tells them. "And make another crack about my stick and I'll beat you with it."

“Good luck catching me, blindy,” Feldspar says with a click of their tongue. They head out the door and close it with a low exhale.

It’s been an exhilarating, albeit confusing, evening. They forgo their usual camp out at the top of the waterfall and head straight to their cabin to crawl into bed.

Maybe tomorrow they’ll be back in space. Maybe tomorrow they’ll be making plans to bring Kent with them.

Kent flips them off once the door's shut, but he's grinning as he does it.

Slate does tell Feldspar that another launch was planned, that the boosters had been altered and, of course, seatbelts installed.

They weren't particularly upset about that part, but Kent had talked them into it by helping balance the boosters.

Naturally the second that Feldspar learns their ship is operational again and that - wonder of wonders - seatbelts were installed, they go running to Outer Wilds headquarters to find Kent.

They’re launching tomorrow at the latest, with Kent on board!

Kent's talking with Hornfels about something - apparently very funny. They're laughing, Kent's laughing, and they automatically lean back from him when they hear Feldspar at the door.

"What's going on?" Kent wonders as the distance between them widens.

Feldspar stands in the doorway, glancing between Hornfels and that purple around their ears and Kent with those wrinkles still around his eyes. They must have been having themselves a grand ol' time together. That's...good, right?

"Hey, Kent," they say, stepping inside and feeling some weird tension in the room. "Launch to Brittle Hollow's back on. Heard you convinced Slate to install those seatbelts and all."

Kent sits up. "Of course I did. But - really? God, that's great. Okay, just tell me when and I'll get ready."

Which means he won't be a burden this time.

It is great! Feldspar's heart gives a little happy leap. "Sure, sure! I was planning on launching tomorrow, but we need to make sure your suit's in good shape first. Hornfels, what do you think?"

"Oh don't worry," they say, a little flustered. "All we need to do is refill the tanks."

Kent sits up. "Really? That easy?"

"Of course, Kent."

Feldspar’s grin widens, and Hornfels starts to join them.

“But you can’t pilot that thing like you usually do, Feldspar! You have to be careful, you have a passenger.”

They laugh quietly. “I promise, I promise, I’ll be careful! Barring any technical difficulties that are out of my hands.”

Kent reaches out and takes Hornfels' wrist lightly. "Don't worry about me. I've been on bumpier rides."

He smiles to himself. "I can't wait."

Feldspar sees the reassuring hand hold and their eyes widen slightly. They turn away quickly before Hornfels can see them staring.

What does it mean, that Hornfels and Kent are that close? What does the laughter mean, the blush, the handhold??

“Tomorrow morning, we’ll meet at the launchpad.”

"Got it," Kent tells them. "Can you come and get me?" he asks Hornfels. "I don't think I've ever been to the launchpad."

Feldspar finds themselves tugging on their own ear. Kent asked Hornfels to lead him to the launchpad, not them. It smarts a bit actually.

“I’m going to make some adjustments to the ship, so I’ll see you both around,” they say, smiling quietly as they slip towards the door.

"Bye, Felds," Kent calls out happily. "I'm sure tomorrow will be an adventure."

He smiles and goes back to his conversation with Hornfels.

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