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slowspeedsterWhen Cissie had mentioned wanting to spend her birthday just the two of them, Bart had originally agreed without hesitation. He enjoyed spending time with her, more than strictly as friends, but that wasn't what made him nervous. He didn't really have anything special to give her besides an afternoon together and a picnic dinner. He knew just where they'd go, too. There was this great cliff above one of the beaches that would let them sit and watch the sun set over the water.
Sure, it was romantic, but that wasn't the point. They did these things because they finally had the time to actually stay still and appreciate them. Like riding fictional birds along the beach to get there, too. He loved the chocobos, and he and Cissie had fought their only real island mission from one. Things hadn't started there, but they'd bonded over that, and that Cissie could pick up her bow when she wanted to and still put it down again. He'd never asked her to be Arrowette here, and he sure wasn't Impulse or Kid Flash.
For the first time in their lives, they were just...them. And that was always worth celebrating.
As they reached the spot, he realized he'd been stupid not to come out here first with the blanket and basket that he had on the saddle behind him, but it was too late now. At least they didn't have to tie up the chocobos like horses, since they'd stay close or, at worst, return to the stable. One of the small ways they were different.
"I, uh, still need to set things up," he said, sheepishly, as he dismounted. "But, well, Happy Birthday."
Sure, it was romantic, but that wasn't the point. They did these things because they finally had the time to actually stay still and appreciate them. Like riding fictional birds along the beach to get there, too. He loved the chocobos, and he and Cissie had fought their only real island mission from one. Things hadn't started there, but they'd bonded over that, and that Cissie could pick up her bow when she wanted to and still put it down again. He'd never asked her to be Arrowette here, and he sure wasn't Impulse or Kid Flash.
For the first time in their lives, they were just...them. And that was always worth celebrating.
As they reached the spot, he realized he'd been stupid not to come out here first with the blanket and basket that he had on the saddle behind him, but it was too late now. At least they didn't have to tie up the chocobos like horses, since they'd stay close or, at worst, return to the stable. One of the small ways they were different.
"I, uh, still need to set things up," he said, sheepishly, as he dismounted. "But, well, Happy Birthday."
