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rainbowfic2016-02-05 06:21 pm
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Plant Party #39, Fluorite #19, Oliphaunt Grey #12
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Turning Point
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Plant Party #39. Welwitschia mirabilis, Fluorite #19. Lost/Familiar Path, Oliphaunt Grey #12. When young was mountain under moon
Supplies and Materials: eraser (Ruth AU), fabric, glitter, glue ("There is an unusually strong power to your desires now that draws you into unexplored territory...Let go of logic and follow your heart.")
Word Count: 466
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Ruth, Simon Gilboa (here referred to as David)
Warnings: Discussion of enforced amnesia, kidnapping, somewhat uncomfortable romantic situation.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
“So, how long have…how long have you been alive?” Ruth asked. This was the third time they’d met since he’d walked back into her life, and she hadn’t been able to bring herself to ask the question until now.
She hadn’t told him about their son, either, which felt…guilty was the wrong word, because she had her reasons, but she knew he’d be hurt when he found out she’d waited. And she hated the idea of hurting him.
He didn’t answer right away, just continued along the shore of the little man-made lake. They used to walk here, in the park, back when…back when. It had seemed a good place to meet, anyway. Public enough that they could hide from the most uncomfortable questions, private enough that they could ask them if they didn’t want to. And a place where they’d made happy memories together.
“You won’t believe me,” he said.
“I’ve believed everything else,” she pointed out. Mostly, anyway. I’m trying. God, I’m trying.
He took a deep breath. “Two thousand years,” he said. “Give or take.”
She stopped and stared at him for a minute. “Two thousand years?”
“Yeah.”
“So…so you saw the fall of the Roman Empire?”
He blinked. “I…uh, yes? That’s…that’s really what you want to…?”
“I don’t…I don’t know,” she said, and started walking along the shore again. “It was honestly just the first thing that popped into my head.”
“Right. Uh. I mean, if you want to know that…that kind of thing, I could probably tell you? I mean, I wasn’t ever…I wasn’t ever really close to where anything important was happening, but…”
“Maybe next time,” she said. She hesitated a second, then touched his fingertips with hers. “Maybe someday.”
He flushed a little. “Okay.”
He was still—he wasn’t David, exactly, not the David she’d known, but, at the same time, he was. He was someone she wanted to get to know better, someone she still loved.
Someone she could still see herself spending the rest of her life with. Or however much time Michaela allowed him.
She took his hand completely then, and they fell silent, walking along the shore where they’d made so many happy memories. And, despite all the unanswered questions that still lay between them, it felt right, being with him again. Not overwhelmed by the bewildering miracle she knew it was, but…right.
Next time, they would talk about history. Next time, he would tell her his name. Next time, she would tell him about their son.
But today, they just walked, and held hands, and enjoyed one another’s company. And, for the first time since he’d walked back into her life--or since the initial shock and joy had faded, anyway—Ruth really and truly believed that she and David could make this work.
Story: Turning Point
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Plant Party #39. Welwitschia mirabilis, Fluorite #19. Lost/Familiar Path, Oliphaunt Grey #12. When young was mountain under moon
Supplies and Materials: eraser (Ruth AU), fabric, glitter, glue ("There is an unusually strong power to your desires now that draws you into unexplored territory...Let go of logic and follow your heart.")
Word Count: 466
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Ruth, Simon Gilboa (here referred to as David)
Warnings: Discussion of enforced amnesia, kidnapping, somewhat uncomfortable romantic situation.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
“So, how long have…how long have you been alive?” Ruth asked. This was the third time they’d met since he’d walked back into her life, and she hadn’t been able to bring herself to ask the question until now.
She hadn’t told him about their son, either, which felt…guilty was the wrong word, because she had her reasons, but she knew he’d be hurt when he found out she’d waited. And she hated the idea of hurting him.
He didn’t answer right away, just continued along the shore of the little man-made lake. They used to walk here, in the park, back when…back when. It had seemed a good place to meet, anyway. Public enough that they could hide from the most uncomfortable questions, private enough that they could ask them if they didn’t want to. And a place where they’d made happy memories together.
“You won’t believe me,” he said.
“I’ve believed everything else,” she pointed out. Mostly, anyway. I’m trying. God, I’m trying.
He took a deep breath. “Two thousand years,” he said. “Give or take.”
She stopped and stared at him for a minute. “Two thousand years?”
“Yeah.”
“So…so you saw the fall of the Roman Empire?”
He blinked. “I…uh, yes? That’s…that’s really what you want to…?”
“I don’t…I don’t know,” she said, and started walking along the shore again. “It was honestly just the first thing that popped into my head.”
“Right. Uh. I mean, if you want to know that…that kind of thing, I could probably tell you? I mean, I wasn’t ever…I wasn’t ever really close to where anything important was happening, but…”
“Maybe next time,” she said. She hesitated a second, then touched his fingertips with hers. “Maybe someday.”
He flushed a little. “Okay.”
He was still—he wasn’t David, exactly, not the David she’d known, but, at the same time, he was. He was someone she wanted to get to know better, someone she still loved.
Someone she could still see herself spending the rest of her life with. Or however much time Michaela allowed him.
She took his hand completely then, and they fell silent, walking along the shore where they’d made so many happy memories. And, despite all the unanswered questions that still lay between them, it felt right, being with him again. Not overwhelmed by the bewildering miracle she knew it was, but…right.
Next time, they would talk about history. Next time, he would tell her his name. Next time, she would tell him about their son.
But today, they just walked, and held hands, and enjoyed one another’s company. And, for the first time since he’d walked back into her life--or since the initial shock and joy had faded, anyway—Ruth really and truly believed that she and David could make this work.