The Stars, a story of Facets of Dusk for the Giraffe Call
For cluudle's prompt.
This comes after Gender Play, here.
Facets of Dusk has a landing page here
"I can't see the stars." Alexa clutched Xenia's hand. Alex. Today, she was he was Alex, and she-he-Alex was Xenia's companion.
And her companion had the jitters. Xenia glanced up into the night sky. This world was dark at night, the only luminescence allowed thin strips along the sidewalks. Blackout curtains covered every window.
And tonight, there were no stars out at all. "That can't be good." She sniffed the air. The air was crisp, traffic being limited in daytime and, of course, totally missing at night. Somewhere, someone was burning a roast. A hot dog vendor - or this world's equivalent - must be right around the corner.
And over it all, the smell of ozone and the suggestion of something very, very larger. "Lex, we need to get inside. Now."
"We're still three blocks from the party."
"We should be close to the Tyen Tunnel our contact told us about."
"But we were going to get some fresh air."
Either Alex-a was playing her role too well, or she'd just gotten a little too used to being the one in the front of the charge. "Go... Goram fuck it, Alex, if you don't get in that building right now, I am going to turn your ass a beautiful shade of purple when we get home."
Alex-a meeped, and moved. "Xen..."
"Complain later, move now."
Down the street, she could hear the hot dog vendor cheering. "Tell him who's boss, sister." She shoved Alex-a through the revolving door to the tunnel entrance as the skies opened op and the rain poured down.
"Turn my ass purple?" Alex-a muttered.
"Stay in character, and I won't." They watched the rain come down, washing the streets clean. More than washing; it looked like it was etching the pavement. No wonder there haven't been many people out. "Well. That's why your stars are missing."
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This comes after Gender Play, here.
Facets of Dusk has a landing page here
"I can't see the stars." Alexa clutched Xenia's hand. Alex. Today, she was he was Alex, and she-he-Alex was Xenia's companion.
And her companion had the jitters. Xenia glanced up into the night sky. This world was dark at night, the only luminescence allowed thin strips along the sidewalks. Blackout curtains covered every window.
And tonight, there were no stars out at all. "That can't be good." She sniffed the air. The air was crisp, traffic being limited in daytime and, of course, totally missing at night. Somewhere, someone was burning a roast. A hot dog vendor - or this world's equivalent - must be right around the corner.
And over it all, the smell of ozone and the suggestion of something very, very larger. "Lex, we need to get inside. Now."
"We're still three blocks from the party."
"We should be close to the Tyen Tunnel our contact told us about."
"But we were going to get some fresh air."
Either Alex-a was playing her role too well, or she'd just gotten a little too used to being the one in the front of the charge. "Go... Goram fuck it, Alex, if you don't get in that building right now, I am going to turn your ass a beautiful shade of purple when we get home."
Alex-a meeped, and moved. "Xen..."
"Complain later, move now."
Down the street, she could hear the hot dog vendor cheering. "Tell him who's boss, sister." She shoved Alex-a through the revolving door to the tunnel entrance as the skies opened op and the rain poured down.
"Turn my ass purple?" Alex-a muttered.
"Stay in character, and I won't." They watched the rain come down, washing the streets clean. More than washing; it looked like it was etching the pavement. No wonder there haven't been many people out. "Well. That's why your stars are missing."
This entry was originally posted at http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/451560.html. You can comment here or there.