Judgment
Rating: PG
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Writer's Choice
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: After the fall of the Pride.
100: Writer’s Choice
It was hard to open his eyes. Gravity bore down on his eyelids like nothing else, and he wasn’t entirely sure he’d be able to see if he did open them. It took a long time to realize that gravity was bearing down on everything else, as well.
He could hear her voice, so he opened his eyes. She stood over him. Terror eased from her face and she held him, throwing herself onto his chest. He patted her back and stroked her hair. She cried.
"I was afraid," she sobbed. "I was afraid you’d be like them."
He looked over her shoulder and saw the rest of the Pride, sans Steins, laying perfectly still, stretched out side by side. He shuddered.
"Where are Victor and Janet?" he croaked.
"Not here."
He cupped the base of her skull with one hand and pulled her to him to kiss her.
Only to find that he couldn’t actually feel it.
"Are we dead?" he asked, noting how ethereal his own voice seemed to be.
"I’m not sure."
He sat up. They were in a long gallery. The walls were white. The ceiling was open. The floor was glass. The room seemed to be floating in the ocean. It wasn’t the Vivarium; that much he knew. But they were somewhere.
The door at the end of the gallery(he hadn’t noticed it before) opened and a tall, naked man with black skin and acid green eyes stepped through.
"Yorkes," he called. "Prepare to be judged…"
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Writer's Choice
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: After the fall of the Pride.
100: Writer’s Choice
It was hard to open his eyes. Gravity bore down on his eyelids like nothing else, and he wasn’t entirely sure he’d be able to see if he did open them. It took a long time to realize that gravity was bearing down on everything else, as well.
He could hear her voice, so he opened his eyes. She stood over him. Terror eased from her face and she held him, throwing herself onto his chest. He patted her back and stroked her hair. She cried.
"I was afraid," she sobbed. "I was afraid you’d be like them."
He looked over her shoulder and saw the rest of the Pride, sans Steins, laying perfectly still, stretched out side by side. He shuddered.
"Where are Victor and Janet?" he croaked.
"Not here."
He cupped the base of her skull with one hand and pulled her to him to kiss her.
Only to find that he couldn’t actually feel it.
"Are we dead?" he asked, noting how ethereal his own voice seemed to be.
"I’m not sure."
He sat up. They were in a long gallery. The walls were white. The ceiling was open. The floor was glass. The room seemed to be floating in the ocean. It wasn’t the Vivarium; that much he knew. But they were somewhere.
The door at the end of the gallery(he hadn’t noticed it before) opened and a tall, naked man with black skin and acid green eyes stepped through.
"Yorkes," he called. "Prepare to be judged…"