Fic bit: And Always
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mickeymThis...is the final piece to go with the drabbles I did yesterday and this morning. You can find the first one here and the second one here.
This is a bit longer than a drabble, or even two. It's about 450 words, so. Four and a half drabbles? I dunno. It just kinda--needed to come out.
The first one, and this one, come with a death warning. If that's not your thing, please skip.
"You don't age," he says quietly one night, fingers touching his own hair, now more silver than not. His hand shivers with the palsy of age. You shake your head. "No one else sees you." You shake your head again. No one else could. "Why?"
Forever, then, is what he said to you…hours, days, years ago. Time has no meaning for you; hasn't since the night it stopped for you. It is and you aren't, and you're content – happy – with things as they are.
"I'm here for you," you say finally, something you've repeated to him over and over, before pulling him close against you. "Only you. Always you."
"I'm glad," he whispers against your neck, his breath warm, moist, a gentle caress.
You'd thought you'd never feel it again, that you would pass forever as a memory recalling other memories, but at some point memory became recognition became awareness. Awareness of JC's body pressed against you, moving against you, then inward, heat driving deep and steady into you. Awareness gave way to sensation and you remember that night, arching upward and crying out, JC's name caught on your lips. You cried afterward, pale, sparkly drops of something that crystallized into starlight before fading away. Cried because you were thankful, grateful, so many things.
JC tried to hold onto one of your tears; cried his own when yours faded. You held him closer than ever that night, his hands clenching at the fabric of your shirt.
"I wish they could've seen you," he mutters softly, recalling you to now, to him, curving himself into you. "Just once more."
You do, too. Or did. You see Lance sometimes, now…and you know you'll see the others, eventually. Time has no meaning where you are. Always and forever mean exactly that.
"Sleep, baby," you say softly, petting silvery-grey hair. He sighs softly and relaxes against you, eyes already closed.
Night slips past almost silently, dark black and purple muting the pinpricks of light that shine and twinkle. You watch the shadows crawl slowly, lengthen then shorten, listening for the quiet, peaceful sounds, like the way the wind blows softer, the sounds of JC's breath, slow and easy, the chirp of crickets from somewhere outside the house.
~~~~~
Morning sun slides across the room slowly, like a lover's caress. You shifted apart in the night, him in sleep, you in restlessness. But now—he moves beside you, touches your shoulder, and when you turn, you smile at the young man grinning back at you, blue eyes crinkled up with happiness, hair sleek and glossy brown, curls touching his shoulders.
"Forever?" He asks softly, moving closer. You touch his face in wonderment and your smile widens.
"And always."
~fin~
This is a bit longer than a drabble, or even two. It's about 450 words, so. Four and a half drabbles? I dunno. It just kinda--needed to come out.
The first one, and this one, come with a death warning. If that's not your thing, please skip.
"You don't age," he says quietly one night, fingers touching his own hair, now more silver than not. His hand shivers with the palsy of age. You shake your head. "No one else sees you." You shake your head again. No one else could. "Why?"
Forever, then, is what he said to you…hours, days, years ago. Time has no meaning for you; hasn't since the night it stopped for you. It is and you aren't, and you're content – happy – with things as they are.
"I'm here for you," you say finally, something you've repeated to him over and over, before pulling him close against you. "Only you. Always you."
"I'm glad," he whispers against your neck, his breath warm, moist, a gentle caress.
You'd thought you'd never feel it again, that you would pass forever as a memory recalling other memories, but at some point memory became recognition became awareness. Awareness of JC's body pressed against you, moving against you, then inward, heat driving deep and steady into you. Awareness gave way to sensation and you remember that night, arching upward and crying out, JC's name caught on your lips. You cried afterward, pale, sparkly drops of something that crystallized into starlight before fading away. Cried because you were thankful, grateful, so many things.
JC tried to hold onto one of your tears; cried his own when yours faded. You held him closer than ever that night, his hands clenching at the fabric of your shirt.
"I wish they could've seen you," he mutters softly, recalling you to now, to him, curving himself into you. "Just once more."
You do, too. Or did. You see Lance sometimes, now…and you know you'll see the others, eventually. Time has no meaning where you are. Always and forever mean exactly that.
"Sleep, baby," you say softly, petting silvery-grey hair. He sighs softly and relaxes against you, eyes already closed.
Night slips past almost silently, dark black and purple muting the pinpricks of light that shine and twinkle. You watch the shadows crawl slowly, lengthen then shorten, listening for the quiet, peaceful sounds, like the way the wind blows softer, the sounds of JC's breath, slow and easy, the chirp of crickets from somewhere outside the house.
Morning sun slides across the room slowly, like a lover's caress. You shifted apart in the night, him in sleep, you in restlessness. But now—he moves beside you, touches your shoulder, and when you turn, you smile at the young man grinning back at you, blue eyes crinkled up with happiness, hair sleek and glossy brown, curls touching his shoulders.
"Forever?" He asks softly, moving closer. You touch his face in wonderment and your smile widens.
"And always."
~fin~
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Date: 2003-05-14 07:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-15 09:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-15 12:50 am (UTC)ouchy and heartbreaking, but so so lovely.
::snuggles::
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Date: 2003-05-15 09:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-15 06:19 am (UTC)they can be beautiful and reaffirming and special.
death is not an end, but a change in energies that can't quite be figured out.
i'm still crying like a bitch, though.
*smooch*
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Date: 2003-05-15 09:08 pm (UTC)Thank you, tho'. I was pretty happy with how it turned out. I'ma put all the pieces together in one file on my webpage, and call it 'Infinity'. Because it is and they are, and yes. Love lasts forever, regardless.