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Prism 1, Rose Pink
Name: starphotographs
Story: Universe B
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Rainbow color for October), Miniature Collection, Saturation
Characters: Edina (POV), some others
Colors: Prism 1 (red), Rose Pink
Word Count: 1,000ish
Rating: PG
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Mastering love can take a lifetime or three. And by then, what would it mean?
Note: This is incredibly sappy. The title was shamelessly stolen from a cartoon theme song. Clearly, I give zero fucks.
Learn How to Love Like You
you’re beautiful
No one comes in to this world with a purpose.
Well, I did. Actually, I always thought that was a little unfair.
But, a lot of things are.
No one thought about whether it was fair when they plugged me in, and I gasped to life, already knowing how my legs work. Already knowing I wasn't standing on the only planet around.
Knowing I wouldn't be standing there for long.
I was born an astronaut.
All I ever knew about Earth was the view from that backseat window. The burning sun on the launchpad.
The beauty of somewhere already foreign.
let me help
All the other astronauts would sleep, but I never had to. They told me to sit in the cockpit, keep us on course.
So I did.
While I sat, I taught myself how to be alone.
Mostly alone, anyway. They daytime pilot's cat would sleep on my lap. I thought about his short life on Earth. I wondered if he knew he was older than me.
I thought and I wondered, until the lights came back on.
For the first few weeks, Cara would skulk out of her little compartment, offer me instant coffee, then mumble, "sorry, I forgot."
I dream about you
We lived underground, in the cold remains of an old lava flow. Day and night were numbers on a display, but I'd never known any different.
They all did, though. It left me feeling like I'd come to the party a few hours late.
Cyril, our pilot, loved talking about his dreams, so everyone thought he was boring. But I loved him, because he dreamed of Earth. And I hung on his every word.
I didn't sleep, but sometimes, I'd close my eyes, and try to make the images, of parks and highways; forests and skyscrapers, congeal in my brain.
want to go out?
Sometimes, when I didn't have anything better to do, I'd get in the service elevator and go topside. And we'd all been on the surface before, but I was the only one who could go without a suit.
While I stood in the silence, dry ground under my bare feet, dust in my hair, I got the sense that I was doing something very important just by being there. Something no one else would get to do for a long, long time.
The land was huge and red and full of promise. And it held me, right in its center.
you look great in that
When Cara surfaced, so did I. I didn’t really need to get ready, so I’d just sit and watch her.
I remember how much I liked seeing her in her suit, and how I loved watching her transform. Piece by piece, she'd become someone else. Someone always ready to ride into battle. I thought she looked a little bit like a knight.
Maybe she didn't look like someone else. Maybe this was just how she saw herself.
And, when we were on top of the world, I could see the whole thing, reflected in the silver dome of her face.
will you marry me?
Cyril was a pilot. Milton was a horticulturist.
Two years in to our stay in the lava tube, they got married.
We didn't have a minister, but we all assumed that was okay, because none of us believed in god, and figured this wouldn't be his business even if we did.
They had me marry them, but I didn't know how, so I just waited for them to finish talking, then gently clunked their heads together. Then they kissed, and everyone danced. Well, most everyone.
Cara tried to teach me, but my feet couldn't puzzle it out.
kiss me
I remembered Milton and Cyril for the rest of my life.
While everyone was asleep, I wondered if I could do that, too.
I wondered who would want to do it with me.
On their wedding day, I was two and a half years old. That wasn't enough life to make a person. My future was, is, essentially indefinite. There were too many things I couldn't communicate. And I don't have all the right parts.
But, I wasn't made for any one person. I was made for everyone. Just a sturdy helper.
Still, sometimes, I wonder how it would feel.
grow old with me
We built a home on the surface, and a town grew up around us. I watched, unchanging, as the buildings sprang up, and friends fell down.
Cara and I sat together, eighty beside ageless. And I told her she was lucky. To get old, to change.
She laughed and held my hands. Hers were dark and leathery, made mine look pale and insubstantial. I was barely there.
"...If you think you're not an old lady, you're full of shit."
"But I-"
"Edina, you've changed. You don't look it, but you'll just need to trust me."
I thought, I always have.
you’re my heart
Now, I take care of old folks and kids. Where I can love everyone, like I was made to. Where you couldn't ignore time if you tried.
One kid nearly broke down the door. Road-weary and desperate, crying.
I decided I'd do everything I could for him, because no one else had done much for him, and I could tell. I could tell a lot of things by then.
I was old.
He was young, but he showed me that love can cross a dark planet, when the need is great.
He had to know he could be loved like that.
I love you
They didn't make me for one time, or one context, or one set of people.
They didn't make me to fit inside history.
When I think about it, I'm not sure why they made me at all. Anyone could have done my job. Done their job, until they were turned under the soil with Cara and Milton and Cyril and all the rest.
But, they made me, and now I'm here, for however long.
And I decided I'd make myself to love.
A world I saw only once; the countless people who flash before my eyes.
My own very existence.
starphotographs Story: Universe B
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Rainbow color for October), Miniature Collection, Saturation
Characters: Edina (POV), some others
Colors: Prism 1 (red), Rose Pink
Word Count: 1,000ish
Rating: PG
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Mastering love can take a lifetime or three. And by then, what would it mean?
Note: This is incredibly sappy. The title was shamelessly stolen from a cartoon theme song. Clearly, I give zero fucks.
you’re beautiful
No one comes in to this world with a purpose.
Well, I did. Actually, I always thought that was a little unfair.
But, a lot of things are.
No one thought about whether it was fair when they plugged me in, and I gasped to life, already knowing how my legs work. Already knowing I wasn't standing on the only planet around.
Knowing I wouldn't be standing there for long.
I was born an astronaut.
All I ever knew about Earth was the view from that backseat window. The burning sun on the launchpad.
The beauty of somewhere already foreign.
let me help
All the other astronauts would sleep, but I never had to. They told me to sit in the cockpit, keep us on course.
So I did.
While I sat, I taught myself how to be alone.
Mostly alone, anyway. They daytime pilot's cat would sleep on my lap. I thought about his short life on Earth. I wondered if he knew he was older than me.
I thought and I wondered, until the lights came back on.
For the first few weeks, Cara would skulk out of her little compartment, offer me instant coffee, then mumble, "sorry, I forgot."
I dream about you
We lived underground, in the cold remains of an old lava flow. Day and night were numbers on a display, but I'd never known any different.
They all did, though. It left me feeling like I'd come to the party a few hours late.
Cyril, our pilot, loved talking about his dreams, so everyone thought he was boring. But I loved him, because he dreamed of Earth. And I hung on his every word.
I didn't sleep, but sometimes, I'd close my eyes, and try to make the images, of parks and highways; forests and skyscrapers, congeal in my brain.
want to go out?
Sometimes, when I didn't have anything better to do, I'd get in the service elevator and go topside. And we'd all been on the surface before, but I was the only one who could go without a suit.
While I stood in the silence, dry ground under my bare feet, dust in my hair, I got the sense that I was doing something very important just by being there. Something no one else would get to do for a long, long time.
The land was huge and red and full of promise. And it held me, right in its center.
you look great in that
When Cara surfaced, so did I. I didn’t really need to get ready, so I’d just sit and watch her.
I remember how much I liked seeing her in her suit, and how I loved watching her transform. Piece by piece, she'd become someone else. Someone always ready to ride into battle. I thought she looked a little bit like a knight.
Maybe she didn't look like someone else. Maybe this was just how she saw herself.
And, when we were on top of the world, I could see the whole thing, reflected in the silver dome of her face.
will you marry me?
Cyril was a pilot. Milton was a horticulturist.
Two years in to our stay in the lava tube, they got married.
We didn't have a minister, but we all assumed that was okay, because none of us believed in god, and figured this wouldn't be his business even if we did.
They had me marry them, but I didn't know how, so I just waited for them to finish talking, then gently clunked their heads together. Then they kissed, and everyone danced. Well, most everyone.
Cara tried to teach me, but my feet couldn't puzzle it out.
kiss me
I remembered Milton and Cyril for the rest of my life.
While everyone was asleep, I wondered if I could do that, too.
I wondered who would want to do it with me.
On their wedding day, I was two and a half years old. That wasn't enough life to make a person. My future was, is, essentially indefinite. There were too many things I couldn't communicate. And I don't have all the right parts.
But, I wasn't made for any one person. I was made for everyone. Just a sturdy helper.
Still, sometimes, I wonder how it would feel.
grow old with me
We built a home on the surface, and a town grew up around us. I watched, unchanging, as the buildings sprang up, and friends fell down.
Cara and I sat together, eighty beside ageless. And I told her she was lucky. To get old, to change.
She laughed and held my hands. Hers were dark and leathery, made mine look pale and insubstantial. I was barely there.
"...If you think you're not an old lady, you're full of shit."
"But I-"
"Edina, you've changed. You don't look it, but you'll just need to trust me."
I thought, I always have.
you’re my heart
Now, I take care of old folks and kids. Where I can love everyone, like I was made to. Where you couldn't ignore time if you tried.
One kid nearly broke down the door. Road-weary and desperate, crying.
I decided I'd do everything I could for him, because no one else had done much for him, and I could tell. I could tell a lot of things by then.
I was old.
He was young, but he showed me that love can cross a dark planet, when the need is great.
He had to know he could be loved like that.
I love you
They didn't make me for one time, or one context, or one set of people.
They didn't make me to fit inside history.
When I think about it, I'm not sure why they made me at all. Anyone could have done my job. Done their job, until they were turned under the soil with Cara and Milton and Cyril and all the rest.
But, they made me, and now I'm here, for however long.
And I decided I'd make myself to love.
A world I saw only once; the countless people who flash before my eyes.
My own very existence.