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rainbowfic2015-08-01 05:26 pm
starphotographs) wrote in rainbowfic2015-08-01 05:26 pm
Alien Green 1
Name: starphotographs
Story: Universe B
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Summer Carnival, Duck Gallery: http://s1241.photobucket.com/user/rainbowficmods/media/Dead%20Time%202015/tumblr_nlzq5hMtB81qhttpto1_540.jpg.html), Novelty Beads (“spitting image”)
Characters: Milo (POV), Kit
Colors: Alien Green 1 (I'm not going to ask you if you just said what I think you just said because I know it's what you just said.)
Word Count: 442
Rating: G
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Milo remembers how to sleep.
Note: Don’t worry, I wrote this one with a real keyboard. XD
Ever since those last few weeks on Mars, the last thing I thought, before going to sleep, was that I wanted to crawl in bed with my brother.
The way he used to crawl in bed with me.
I’m still older. But I think that, now, I’m probably more scared than he is.
Not that I’d ever let him know.
*****
It turned out that I didn’t need to. He figured it out for himself. He tucked himself in next to me. With all my dank heat, my dull-red cloud of disease. That was how much I needed him.
My proof that he knew I needed him, despite my best efforts.
And god, that was humiliating.
But, I was too relieved to care.
Kit held onto me, the way I used to hold onto him, and told me what he did when I couldn’t be there. What he did when he could tell how tired I was, and decided to leave me alone.
*****
“Okay, close your eyes.”
He had his arms around my head, to keep it from spinning. I closed my eyes.
“Alright. Now you need to just… I don’t know, look at your eyelids? Without thinking or anything.”
Not thinking was easy. I was so fucking exhausted that I could hardly find it in myself to think at all. My fear was free-floating. Had a mind of its own, outside of me. Kit waited until he felt me go limp.
“…Do you see the rings yet?”
The rings…?
Oh my god.
I knew just what he was talking about.
It was one of those things we shared without speaking, on a level that I was sure had to be genetic. Those things that reminded me; we really were brothers after all, no matter who my father was.
A sort of pulsing light. Like a long tunnel, pulling me into the dark. I’d been following it every night, since I was small. But I’d somehow lost it, right around when I started getting sick.
When I got too scared, too confused to find my way.
But, for me, it was never rings.
It looked like a series of gates. Each one closing behind me, locking out the world. Until I could rest, knowing I was safe behind a thousand walls.
Gates or rings, I still knew what he meant. We’d been slipping down it together, for as long as we’d been alive.
And, with him to guide me, it didn’t take long until I found them again.
Until I could finally close the iron doors, and throw away the key.
Praying that I would wake up on the other side.
starphotographsStory: Universe B
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Summer Carnival, Duck Gallery: http://s1241.photobucket.com/user/rainbowficmods/media/Dead%20Time%202015/tumblr_nlzq5hMtB81qhttpto1_540.jpg.html), Novelty Beads (“spitting image”)
Characters: Milo (POV), Kit
Colors: Alien Green 1 (I'm not going to ask you if you just said what I think you just said because I know it's what you just said.)
Word Count: 442
Rating: G
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Milo remembers how to sleep.
Note: Don’t worry, I wrote this one with a real keyboard. XD
Ever since those last few weeks on Mars, the last thing I thought, before going to sleep, was that I wanted to crawl in bed with my brother.
The way he used to crawl in bed with me.
I’m still older. But I think that, now, I’m probably more scared than he is.
Not that I’d ever let him know.
It turned out that I didn’t need to. He figured it out for himself. He tucked himself in next to me. With all my dank heat, my dull-red cloud of disease. That was how much I needed him.
My proof that he knew I needed him, despite my best efforts.
And god, that was humiliating.
But, I was too relieved to care.
Kit held onto me, the way I used to hold onto him, and told me what he did when I couldn’t be there. What he did when he could tell how tired I was, and decided to leave me alone.
“Okay, close your eyes.”
He had his arms around my head, to keep it from spinning. I closed my eyes.
“Alright. Now you need to just… I don’t know, look at your eyelids? Without thinking or anything.”
Not thinking was easy. I was so fucking exhausted that I could hardly find it in myself to think at all. My fear was free-floating. Had a mind of its own, outside of me. Kit waited until he felt me go limp.
“…Do you see the rings yet?”
The rings…?
Oh my god.
I knew just what he was talking about.
It was one of those things we shared without speaking, on a level that I was sure had to be genetic. Those things that reminded me; we really were brothers after all, no matter who my father was.
A sort of pulsing light. Like a long tunnel, pulling me into the dark. I’d been following it every night, since I was small. But I’d somehow lost it, right around when I started getting sick.
When I got too scared, too confused to find my way.
But, for me, it was never rings.
It looked like a series of gates. Each one closing behind me, locking out the world. Until I could rest, knowing I was safe behind a thousand walls.
Gates or rings, I still knew what he meant. We’d been slipping down it together, for as long as we’d been alive.
And, with him to guide me, it didn’t take long until I found them again.
Until I could finally close the iron doors, and throw away the key.
Praying that I would wake up on the other side.