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rainbowfic2013-01-26 08:03 pm
auguris) wrote in rainbowfic2013-01-26 08:03 pm
Bone Black 12, Fire Opal 3
Name: auguris
'verse: Universe Lost
Story: Lighthouse
Colors: Bone Black 12. Memorial; Fire Opal 3. Impassioned
Supplies and Styles: Canvas
Word Count: 550
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Summary: Tothos leaves home.
Tothos stood at parade rest, gaze firm on the horizon. Should she glance right, she would sight the massive blue and white lighthouse, still abandoned; left, the small memorial stand emblazoned with their names.
"This is unhealthy."
Roj stopped in front of the memorial. The holo played and her stomach clenched; voices of her comrades, laughing, jeering, alive and whole.
"Psych says I check." She saw herself reaching back and wrenching the mechanism off the memorial, smashing it under her boot, tossing Roj onto the fledgling grass and choking his life out--
"Told me the same," Roj said. Tothos slid her eyes shut. "I don't feel checked. I feel..."
"Close up," she muttered. Of course he felt. They both felt. No reason to bring it up every fucking time they spoke.
He stood beside her and slid his hand down her wrist, trying to take her hand. After a moment she let him. She didn't have much to give, but she could give him this.
"I'm leaving Nobis," she said. Silence followed his sharp intake of breath. He clenched the hand holding hers.
"Can I say anything?" She shook her head. "Nic, please."
She opened her eyes. "I hate that."
"Danica," he said. "Where will you go?"
"I'm going to find my father." She turned her head just enough to meet his eyes. "I know he left, somehow, before the Alliance came. I'm going after him."
Roj laughed breathlessly. "You're chasing conspiracy theories now? The Alliance reestablished the Jump eight months ago. Your father didn't leave Nobis. He..." Roj shrugged. "Fuck, Nic, we were at war. Don't make me say it."
She had tenuous proof. It wasn't worth arguing about: it was something. It was all she had. "I'm heading to Cross."
"What a wonderful choice! Half uncolonized wilderness, half murderous colonials!"
"You've been?" she snapped.
He stumbled over several starts and stops before finally withdrawing his hand. She closed her fist around the memory of warmth. "Why am I here?"
"To say goodbye." She returned her gaze to the horizon. "The next jump is in two days. I'm already packed."
He grabbed her and pulled her mouth to his, clumsy and messy, his teeth scraping her lip. She fisted his jacket and gave back everything he offered, pressed lips and tongue and breath back into him.
She had never been good at kissing.
He pulled away, lips flush and eyes wet. "Do you love me?"
She had expected this, but hadn't decided how to answer; which was easier? Did the truth matter?
All she had was a half answer: "I did."
He pushed her or pushed himself away and shook his head and gripped his hair and rushed towards the main path; it would take him back to the new metro stop, and in fifteen minutes the rail would raise and he would enter the car and return to Kepler and his apartment and then cry or scream or curse some version of her name.
She kept her eyes on the ground until she could no longer hear his footsteps, raised her gaze once more to the sky, glaring beyond for that fifteen minutes before she let herself look in his direction, half expecting him to still be there, waiting for her to change her mind.
auguris'verse: Universe Lost
Story: Lighthouse
Colors: Bone Black 12. Memorial; Fire Opal 3. Impassioned
Supplies and Styles: Canvas
Word Count: 550
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Summary: Tothos leaves home.
Tothos stood at parade rest, gaze firm on the horizon. Should she glance right, she would sight the massive blue and white lighthouse, still abandoned; left, the small memorial stand emblazoned with their names.
"This is unhealthy."
Roj stopped in front of the memorial. The holo played and her stomach clenched; voices of her comrades, laughing, jeering, alive and whole.
"Psych says I check." She saw herself reaching back and wrenching the mechanism off the memorial, smashing it under her boot, tossing Roj onto the fledgling grass and choking his life out--
"Told me the same," Roj said. Tothos slid her eyes shut. "I don't feel checked. I feel..."
"Close up," she muttered. Of course he felt. They both felt. No reason to bring it up every fucking time they spoke.
He stood beside her and slid his hand down her wrist, trying to take her hand. After a moment she let him. She didn't have much to give, but she could give him this.
"I'm leaving Nobis," she said. Silence followed his sharp intake of breath. He clenched the hand holding hers.
"Can I say anything?" She shook her head. "Nic, please."
She opened her eyes. "I hate that."
"Danica," he said. "Where will you go?"
"I'm going to find my father." She turned her head just enough to meet his eyes. "I know he left, somehow, before the Alliance came. I'm going after him."
Roj laughed breathlessly. "You're chasing conspiracy theories now? The Alliance reestablished the Jump eight months ago. Your father didn't leave Nobis. He..." Roj shrugged. "Fuck, Nic, we were at war. Don't make me say it."
She had tenuous proof. It wasn't worth arguing about: it was something. It was all she had. "I'm heading to Cross."
"What a wonderful choice! Half uncolonized wilderness, half murderous colonials!"
"You've been?" she snapped.
He stumbled over several starts and stops before finally withdrawing his hand. She closed her fist around the memory of warmth. "Why am I here?"
"To say goodbye." She returned her gaze to the horizon. "The next jump is in two days. I'm already packed."
He grabbed her and pulled her mouth to his, clumsy and messy, his teeth scraping her lip. She fisted his jacket and gave back everything he offered, pressed lips and tongue and breath back into him.
She had never been good at kissing.
He pulled away, lips flush and eyes wet. "Do you love me?"
She had expected this, but hadn't decided how to answer; which was easier? Did the truth matter?
All she had was a half answer: "I did."
He pushed her or pushed himself away and shook his head and gripped his hair and rushed towards the main path; it would take him back to the new metro stop, and in fifteen minutes the rail would raise and he would enter the car and return to Kepler and his apartment and then cry or scream or curse some version of her name.
She kept her eyes on the ground until she could no longer hear his footsteps, raised her gaze once more to the sky, glaring beyond for that fifteen minutes before she let herself look in his direction, half expecting him to still be there, waiting for her to change her mind.
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Muahaha I made you have feelingsI mean, I'm glad it had the emotional impact I was aiming for.no subject
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Are the best gut punches.
"She had never been good at kissing." and then that END when fifteen minutes are everything and nothing.
Really fine work. Thank you! Ows and all.
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Thank you!
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She closed her fist around the memory of warmth - this line caught me, in particular, but there are so many phrases in this that punch you right in the gut.
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smacked you aroundhad that impact.no subject
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