vignette for the people.
Love Apollo. Love Midnighter.
Also love Jenny, but I can't write her. I feel like a poser when I try. I'm just not that cool, and it's more intimidating when she's also female. *sigh.*
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The surface wasn't cracked where they stood. It was smooth and dark gray and hot in the sun. The dust was like powder under his boots.
Midnighter squeezed Apollo's arm and Apollo kissed him, breathed air into his lungs. Apollo didn't need to breathe even as much as Midnighter did.
The dust was still settling from their footsteps. One-sixth gravity and a tiny fraction of atmosphere; their prints would remain forever. Somewhere, the Engineer's prints still remained. So did Neil Armstrong's, unless they'd been wiped out by the creeping ick.
Hard to think about the creeping ick when the Earth shone pretty as a painting on glass before them. It reminded him why he was fighting so hard--to protect it, and the people on it.
Apollo wrapped his arms around Midnighter and squeezed hard enough to make him squeak. Tiny little sound; it didn't carry in the airlessness.
He'd *kill* anyone else that tried that. Lucky that nobody did.
So much beauty all around him. So much. It made everything he gave up worthwhile--probably. Maybe.
Apollo pressed his cheek to Midnighter's; Midnighter turned his head and Apollo kissed him again, blew him more air.
Yes. Worth it.
"No more breath," Apollo sent. "Time to go. Door."
Midnighter crossed his arms and embraced Apollo's arms to his chest as they stepped back onto the Carrier. He breathed in, turned around and kissed Apollo, giving back his air. Worth it, worth every breath he had. Worth every drop of blood in his body.
"Love you," Apollo said. Midnighter just smiled.
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Might be another vignette later. I'm turbo-charged tonight.
Also love Jenny, but I can't write her. I feel like a poser when I try. I'm just not that cool, and it's more intimidating when she's also female. *sigh.*
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The surface wasn't cracked where they stood. It was smooth and dark gray and hot in the sun. The dust was like powder under his boots.
Midnighter squeezed Apollo's arm and Apollo kissed him, breathed air into his lungs. Apollo didn't need to breathe even as much as Midnighter did.
The dust was still settling from their footsteps. One-sixth gravity and a tiny fraction of atmosphere; their prints would remain forever. Somewhere, the Engineer's prints still remained. So did Neil Armstrong's, unless they'd been wiped out by the creeping ick.
Hard to think about the creeping ick when the Earth shone pretty as a painting on glass before them. It reminded him why he was fighting so hard--to protect it, and the people on it.
Apollo wrapped his arms around Midnighter and squeezed hard enough to make him squeak. Tiny little sound; it didn't carry in the airlessness.
He'd *kill* anyone else that tried that. Lucky that nobody did.
So much beauty all around him. So much. It made everything he gave up worthwhile--probably. Maybe.
Apollo pressed his cheek to Midnighter's; Midnighter turned his head and Apollo kissed him again, blew him more air.
Yes. Worth it.
"No more breath," Apollo sent. "Time to go. Door."
Midnighter crossed his arms and embraced Apollo's arms to his chest as they stepped back onto the Carrier. He breathed in, turned around and kissed Apollo, giving back his air. Worth it, worth every breath he had. Worth every drop of blood in his body.
"Love you," Apollo said. Midnighter just smiled.
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Might be another vignette later. I'm turbo-charged tonight.