❝ what did i expect? to leave a hemorrhage of violets wherever i walked? no. a lost son is called 'prodigal'. a lost daughter is just called 'lost'. ❞
the story of iceman's daughter．
[ TOPGUN: MAVERICK ]
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OCTOBER 23 ; 07:34 HOURS MISSION COUNTDOWN : — 00:21 DAYS
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When she burned in, Kade Kazansky's life didn't flash before her eyes.
Not her whole life, just a little piece of it. Her favorite memory. It wasn't some risky flight maneuver she managed to pull off or a really sweet wave she caught on her board or a day spent laughing with her squadron or a night wasted lying in some guy's arms. Really, it was an inconsequential memory, one of many of the same kind, something that no one else would bother remembering.
But, burning in, hurtling towards the earth, the sky exploding around her, Kade remembered.
Rosy—cheeked in the heat, blue eyes peering at the sky, six year old Kade was on the beach, with her dad, her most favorite person in the whole world. Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky wasn't often able to get off work and now that she had just started school, she couldn't go with him to the base as much, but this was a special day. Just for Iceman and his shadow. Kade's mom wasn't feeling well again, consumed by morning sickness from a baby they would lose in a month. Of course they didn't know that, then. Right then, just now, everything was happy.
Kade was going to be a big sister, and she was going to be the best there ever was.
On the beach, her nose was burnt pink and her fingers were sticky from the ice cream cone melting in her hand. She was warmed by sunshine and her father's presence, basking in their glow. She sat between his extended legs, her back to his chest, as he rubbed sunscreen onto her fair freckled shoulders. He had a pair of dark sunglasses on, and of course she insisted she have a pair that matched perfectly.
