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rainbowfic2015-07-18 04:16 am
starphotographs) wrote in rainbowfic2015-07-18 04:16 am
Alien Green 17
Name: starphotographs
Story: Universe B
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Summer Carnival), Glitter (http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/mozart-songbook
Characters: Milo (POV), Kit
Colors: Alien Green 17 (You know, just because it's positive and good, doesn't mean it's silly or trite.)
Word Count: 406
Rating: PG. Possibly my first and last G ever, even.
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Kit and Milo hang out at the park
Note: Poem of the Day strikes again!
Putting Down Roots
“…And this is the biggest one, so it’s been here the longest! But, I was reading about trees the other day, and I guess some trees are just bigger? I dunno. This one looks super old.”
This is pretty much how I spent the past few days. Trailing after Kit, letting him show me all his favorite Earth things so far. Yesterday, we fed pigeons. The day before, he stole flowers from strangers’ gardens and smashed them in a library book. Which was also stolen, by the way. I think I taught him some bad habits when we were younger. But, I never bear to return a book, not when I hardly had any of my own, and could very well be on the other side of the planet by the time anyone noticed something missing.
And now all those books were sitting in our old apartment, dusty and abandoned, a world away in Iron Hills.
“Oh, Milo, look at this one! S’got that big split, so I can get up in it easier.”
He darted up the tree. I sat in the wet grass and watched him.
“Wow. You’ve been practicing!”
Kit smiled, proud. I forced my own in reply.
I’m still sick. Sick like I was on Mars. And the barometric pressure, which actually exists here, is playing havoc on my knees and hips, stiff and grinding together from too long standing on concrete floors, wishing I was anywhere else.
Really, I guess I shouldn’t be out. For one thing, I’m kind of a vector right now.
But, I can wear a mask. I can sit down if I get too tired.
This is important to him. And I’d come all this way so we could experience these things together. Before we left, I was the one talking about the sun, and learning to ride a bike, and rain, and trees bigger than the ones we saw underground in Gale City.
I’m spent, and my legs hurt, and it feels like there’s glass in my lungs, and every cough feels like a sledgehammer to the ribs, but I really do want to be out here. It hurts to show it, but I’m just as excited as he is.
This is Earth.
This is what I wanted. Now that I’m finally here, I can’t just spend all my time lying down.
I need to see it.
I need to remember why I want to live.
starphotographsStory: Universe B
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Summer Carnival), Glitter (http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/mozart-songbook
Characters: Milo (POV), Kit
Colors: Alien Green 17 (You know, just because it's positive and good, doesn't mean it's silly or trite.)
Word Count: 406
Rating: PG. Possibly my first and last G ever, even.
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Kit and Milo hang out at the park
Note: Poem of the Day strikes again!
“…And this is the biggest one, so it’s been here the longest! But, I was reading about trees the other day, and I guess some trees are just bigger? I dunno. This one looks super old.”
This is pretty much how I spent the past few days. Trailing after Kit, letting him show me all his favorite Earth things so far. Yesterday, we fed pigeons. The day before, he stole flowers from strangers’ gardens and smashed them in a library book. Which was also stolen, by the way. I think I taught him some bad habits when we were younger. But, I never bear to return a book, not when I hardly had any of my own, and could very well be on the other side of the planet by the time anyone noticed something missing.
And now all those books were sitting in our old apartment, dusty and abandoned, a world away in Iron Hills.
“Oh, Milo, look at this one! S’got that big split, so I can get up in it easier.”
He darted up the tree. I sat in the wet grass and watched him.
“Wow. You’ve been practicing!”
Kit smiled, proud. I forced my own in reply.
I’m still sick. Sick like I was on Mars. And the barometric pressure, which actually exists here, is playing havoc on my knees and hips, stiff and grinding together from too long standing on concrete floors, wishing I was anywhere else.
Really, I guess I shouldn’t be out. For one thing, I’m kind of a vector right now.
But, I can wear a mask. I can sit down if I get too tired.
This is important to him. And I’d come all this way so we could experience these things together. Before we left, I was the one talking about the sun, and learning to ride a bike, and rain, and trees bigger than the ones we saw underground in Gale City.
I’m spent, and my legs hurt, and it feels like there’s glass in my lungs, and every cough feels like a sledgehammer to the ribs, but I really do want to be out here. It hurts to show it, but I’m just as excited as he is.
This is Earth.
This is what I wanted. Now that I’m finally here, I can’t just spend all my time lying down.
I need to see it.
I need to remember why I want to live.
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Thank you for reading! <3
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