Lost Time: A Headcanon Short

Soledad-Vega Residence

February 25xx

8:43 PM

Even in marriage, planning the perfect surprise for his now-wife proved to be a challenge. Drake chewed his lip nervously as he buttoned up his shirt, eyes sweeping across his closet for the one good article of clothing he had. He hadn’t expected them to not spend so much time together despite their marriage, to be honest. Drake expected for them to float happily, waking up tangled in cold sheets and kissing each other’s noses while whispering “good morning”.

…but that didn’t quite happen, not really. The two of them were still frequently called on missions alongside James and Carina, paired together, or during the rare times, totally alone. Drake thought that they’d be able to bond more, as James and Carina had assured him that they would, even post-honeymoon.

Even with that assurance, Drake wasn’t totally sure if all of that was true. And frankly, he was fed up with having to settle with waking up to an empty bed half of the time. (He wasn’t angry, no. He couldn’t be angry at Lyra.)

So he put his foot down one day and decided to properly ask his wife for some time together, even if it were for at least one single evening. 

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Cold Comfort: A Headcanon Short

L’Avalon

August 20xx
11:43PM

“Drinking isn’t going to help you – or your heart – that much, James.” Drake Soledad eyed the other male uneasily as the blonde downed his nth bottle of beer (probably his third or fourth, judging by the other’s poor state of emotional stability when he had called for Drake to accompany him to the bar). “And to think you have a shitty tolerance for alcohol.”

As expected, the other blonde ignored him as he continued to drink his feelings away. Grimacing, Drake discretely took out a sleek, cellular device from his coat pocket and immediately went to his messages, texting up one of his trusted friends and teammates. SOS, he typed quickly, James is fucking up his liver again. I guess you might have heard the news from Carina.

He had barely put his phone back into his pocket when it gave a soft ping noise; Drake opened it up and saw the reply immediately: I heard. Where are you guys? I’ll get to you asap. Drake sent the address and sighed, this time leaving his phone on the bar counter next to his glass of water. Unlike the other guy, Drake much preferred staying sober at all times and not destroying his body piece by piece.

Then again, he also felt bad for James. Judging on the nearly undecipherable texts he had sent him, Drake assumed that what had happened was either really, really bad or really, really heartbreaking. Then again, the male thought with the grimace still on his face, this is both really bad and really heartbreaking at the same time. Considering that the guy’s been in love with Carina for the longest goddamn time.

“I asked Lyra to come over,” he told James. “You okay with that?”

The other barely responded, only covering his face with his hands at that point. His shoulders gave a small quake and Drake’s golden eyes widened before he snatched back his phone and proceeded to beg Lyra to come faster lest the other male start crying on him in a semi-drunken state. “Fucking shit,” he swore quietly, proceeding to throw worried glances at the entrance of the bar while awkwardly comforting his friend at the same time.