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rainbowfic2020-08-03 11:36 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2020-08-03 11:36 pm
Cool Black 1, Skylight 15: Horizon
Author: Kat
Title: Horizon
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Cool black 1 (I grew up quick and I grew up mean), skylight 15 (Bars on the windows)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire Village Stage: No Scrubs), canvas, novelty beads ("... His virtues - really, had he any?"), charcoal (Riker)
Word Count: 369
Rating: PG
Summary: Danny's high when she tries to kiss Riker.
Warning: drug use, an underage kid hits on an adult (and is promptly and firmly rejected)
Notes: This got sadder than I expected.
Danny's high when she tries to kiss Riker. She'd have to be, he thinks, and pushes her gently away.
"No," he says. "You don't want this, kid."
"Don't call me kid," she snaps. "I'm sixteen."
"I'm twenty-three," he reminds her, still very gentle. Danny deserves a little gentle in this rejection. "To me, you're a baby. And you don't want this." He doesn't either, and wouldn't even if she was his age. Danny's always felt like a baby sister. A baby sister to whom he gives drugs, but Riker never claimed to be a decent person.
Danny shoves herself to her feet. She wobbles slightly, but glares her best: she's not going to let a little dizziness keep her from being furious, bless her. "The fuck do you know about what I want?"
What you told me, he thinks, but doesn't say. "I know you want out," Riker says. "The sooner, the better. I know you want to be better than this." He waves at the overgrown field they're sitting in, and by extension their entire town. "I know you are better than this. I'm not."
She sits down with a thump, then pushes herself up on her knees. "You are," she says, though she must know it's not true. "You're better than this."
"I'm not," he says again, and gives her a small, sad smile, before he plants a quick kiss on top of her head. "Trust me on that. Look, you're gonna make it out, Danny. Hold on to that. Don't get addicted. And don't kiss me again."
"Fuck you," Danny says, and flops back down on her butt to sulk.
But he's right, and she has to know it. Riker's life dead-ended before it began. Addicted parents, high school dropout, drugs everywhere; she knows his story and it's as bad as hers, but she's got her brother, and she's somewhere else to go, even if she doesn't know where that is yet. He doesn't, never did. So he sells drugs in a claustrophobic town, does short stints in prison, and never looks beyond the horizon, because he knows it's not for him.
His world will always be tiny. Danny's won't. And he won't make it smaller.
Title: Horizon
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Cool black 1 (I grew up quick and I grew up mean), skylight 15 (Bars on the windows)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire Village Stage: No Scrubs), canvas, novelty beads ("... His virtues - really, had he any?"), charcoal (Riker)
Word Count: 369
Rating: PG
Summary: Danny's high when she tries to kiss Riker.
Warning: drug use, an underage kid hits on an adult (and is promptly and firmly rejected)
Notes: This got sadder than I expected.
Danny's high when she tries to kiss Riker. She'd have to be, he thinks, and pushes her gently away.
"No," he says. "You don't want this, kid."
"Don't call me kid," she snaps. "I'm sixteen."
"I'm twenty-three," he reminds her, still very gentle. Danny deserves a little gentle in this rejection. "To me, you're a baby. And you don't want this." He doesn't either, and wouldn't even if she was his age. Danny's always felt like a baby sister. A baby sister to whom he gives drugs, but Riker never claimed to be a decent person.
Danny shoves herself to her feet. She wobbles slightly, but glares her best: she's not going to let a little dizziness keep her from being furious, bless her. "The fuck do you know about what I want?"
What you told me, he thinks, but doesn't say. "I know you want out," Riker says. "The sooner, the better. I know you want to be better than this." He waves at the overgrown field they're sitting in, and by extension their entire town. "I know you are better than this. I'm not."
She sits down with a thump, then pushes herself up on her knees. "You are," she says, though she must know it's not true. "You're better than this."
"I'm not," he says again, and gives her a small, sad smile, before he plants a quick kiss on top of her head. "Trust me on that. Look, you're gonna make it out, Danny. Hold on to that. Don't get addicted. And don't kiss me again."
"Fuck you," Danny says, and flops back down on her butt to sulk.
But he's right, and she has to know it. Riker's life dead-ended before it began. Addicted parents, high school dropout, drugs everywhere; she knows his story and it's as bad as hers, but she's got her brother, and she's somewhere else to go, even if she doesn't know where that is yet. He doesn't, never did. So he sells drugs in a claustrophobic town, does short stints in prison, and never looks beyond the horizon, because he knows it's not for him.
His world will always be tiny. Danny's won't. And he won't make it smaller.