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rainbowfic2019-09-12 09:49 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2019-09-12 09:49 pm
Silver Screen 12, Rich Black 1: Just Us
Author: Kat
Title: Just Us
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Silver screen 12 (I love the smell of napalm in the morning.), rich black 1 (Mercury)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire Second Stage, Heads Carolina Tails California, Jo Dee Messina), novelty beads (this gif), canvas
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Michael and Danny comfort each other.
Warning: the aftermath of child abuse.
Notes: Last silver screen finally.
Danny's lying facedown on her bed when she feels the mattress dip and Michael, tentative, touch her shoulder. "It's okay," she says, muffled, then turns her head on the pillow to face him. "I'm okay."
"No, you aren't," Michael says, and sniffles. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean this. Does your butt still hurt?"
"It's not your fault," and that's not a lie. All Michael wanted to do was ride a bike. All Danny wanted to do was love her little brother.
She didn't answer his question and he knows what that means. Michael sniffles again. "I'm really sorry, Danny."
She fumbles out a reassuring hand and pats his leg. "It's okay," she says, again.
Michael curls up beside her, a small soft warm spot, her favorite person. "We're gonna go away when we get big," he says. "We're gonna blow it all up and go anywhere we want to. Anyplace we like."
Danny smiles. "Yeah," she said. "We'll burn all this down, and we'll flip a coin, east or west. And we won't stop going 'til we're far, far away and they can't ever find us."
"Where we're ordinary," Michael says. "Just us."
"Just us," she says, and means it.
Title: Just Us
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Silver screen 12 (I love the smell of napalm in the morning.), rich black 1 (Mercury)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire Second Stage, Heads Carolina Tails California, Jo Dee Messina), novelty beads (this gif), canvas
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Michael and Danny comfort each other.
Warning: the aftermath of child abuse.
Notes: Last silver screen finally.
Danny's lying facedown on her bed when she feels the mattress dip and Michael, tentative, touch her shoulder. "It's okay," she says, muffled, then turns her head on the pillow to face him. "I'm okay."
"No, you aren't," Michael says, and sniffles. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean this. Does your butt still hurt?"
"It's not your fault," and that's not a lie. All Michael wanted to do was ride a bike. All Danny wanted to do was love her little brother.
She didn't answer his question and he knows what that means. Michael sniffles again. "I'm really sorry, Danny."
She fumbles out a reassuring hand and pats his leg. "It's okay," she says, again.
Michael curls up beside her, a small soft warm spot, her favorite person. "We're gonna go away when we get big," he says. "We're gonna blow it all up and go anywhere we want to. Anyplace we like."
Danny smiles. "Yeah," she said. "We'll burn all this down, and we'll flip a coin, east or west. And we won't stop going 'til we're far, far away and they can't ever find us."
"Where we're ordinary," Michael says. "Just us."
"Just us," she says, and means it.