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Title: wait for the sun
Author:
eva_lain
Beta:sulfuricfusion
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: G
Summary: The fog in this city is not uncommon...
Word Count: 747
Genre: romance
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
A/N: English is not my native language, so excuse any mistakes :) And thank so much to secretlytodream and sulfuricfusion :)
The fog in this city is not uncommon. It can keep for days, weeks, even months. The sun - a pale disc, not quite warm, but more of a reminder that there, beyond the endless clouds, there is a vivid brightness.
At morning, the brick walls of their house are wet and cold outside. If you run your hand over it, a wet trail can be seen. It’s hard to jog in the mornings like this - the fog covers your eyes, and it’s hard to breathe. The dogs are running in circles, hair damp; barely visible, then solid, like ghosts slipping through the thick veils of fog.
Jared is running by the quay and he thinks that today is Sunday. Or maybe it’s Wednesday. It doesn’t matter. It’s the day when they don’t need to go on set.
He thinks about the sun and heat. That maybe he should visit somewhere like Boa on his next vacation. And also that he needs to take Sadie to the veterinarian.
Scripts. Shooting. Plastic cups of coffee, doughnuts, and protein bars. He thinks that this fog makes him sick. And this, Vancouver. And he wants the sun. Wait for the sun, he thinks.
When he turns onto his street, thoughts about Jensen try to creep through the haze of other useless thoughts. What is he doing right now? Sleeping, drinking coffee, taking a shower, watching TV? Or has he gone out somewhere? Jared doesn’t know. He thinks that if Jensen is sleeping, he is as a chrysalis - wrapped in cocoon of blankets.
He’s wrapped up in this fog, this stifling air, uneasily shifting in his sleep, face covered with his palm, and convulsively taking in breaths.
Jared thinks that he desperately needs the sun. Wait for the sun, he thinks.
When he turns the key in the lock, his dogs are gladly jumping before him, and they are breathing heavily. Jared thinks that he needs to force them into the bath. Throwing down his jogging shoes, he has time to grab at the collars of his babies.
It’s quiet in the house.
He shows the door to the dogs and gets in the shower. Warm and cozy. The glass walls of the shower stall and mirrors are getting misted. The fog creeps into the bathroom, too.
Jared stands here and he’s smiling. He doesn’t know why. The thought of Jensen, sleeping in his cozy cocoon, is back. The smile becomes wider.
Through the cracks in the floor of the porch the grass pushes through. It waits for the sun.
Jared makes his way through the house that is still sleeping. He leaves wet tracks behind him. He glances in the living room, in the kitchen - silence. The clock is ticking evenly, and the water drips from the tap.
He goes to the kitchen, turns on the coffee machine. Maybe, this sharp, rich scent of coffee can blow away the sleepiness of the house.
He turns on the toaster, gets the juice. He’s not going to wake Jensen up. It’s their day off after all.
The low sky is reflected in the puddles near the house. It waits for the sun.
Jared drinks the juice and watches as the fog curls up and away outside, the dogs play, and as sleepy people begin to crawl out of their houses. Take fresh newspapers, check their mail, prepare for the day...
The air fills with this fuss, noise and sharp sounds. The-day-with-no-name, 10AM. Maybe, it is time.
The coffee got cold, and Jared has to make new pot. Warmed up coffee - utter garbage.
Jared goes upstairs. Footsteps are creaking. Before the door to the bedroom he waits for a little bit. Thinks. Turns the doorknob and walks in.
In this room there’s no this foggy haze - it’s still night here. Curtains are still tightly closed, and time seems as if it’s been slowed to a near halt.
Jensen sleeps, tightly wrapped up in the blankets. Just as Jared thought.
He puts the cup on the nightstand and moves the curtains apart. The room is filled with the dull light. Jensen doesn’t react. He even can’t be seen under the layers of cotton.
Jared grins, goes to the bed and drags the blanket by its corner. Displeased, sleepy mumbling can be heard.
“Padalecki, what’s that again? It’s our day off… Did the sun rise at least?.. Or is’t still the middle of the night?”
Jared laughs.
“The sun is rising, Jensen, the sun is rising.”
Author:
eva_lain
Beta:sulfuricfusion
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: G
Summary: The fog in this city is not uncommon...
Word Count: 747
Genre: romance
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
A/N: English is not my native language, so excuse any mistakes :) And thank so much to secretlytodream and sulfuricfusion :)
The fog in this city is not uncommon. It can keep for days, weeks, even months. The sun - a pale disc, not quite warm, but more of a reminder that there, beyond the endless clouds, there is a vivid brightness.
At morning, the brick walls of their house are wet and cold outside. If you run your hand over it, a wet trail can be seen. It’s hard to jog in the mornings like this - the fog covers your eyes, and it’s hard to breathe. The dogs are running in circles, hair damp; barely visible, then solid, like ghosts slipping through the thick veils of fog.
Jared is running by the quay and he thinks that today is Sunday. Or maybe it’s Wednesday. It doesn’t matter. It’s the day when they don’t need to go on set.
He thinks about the sun and heat. That maybe he should visit somewhere like Boa on his next vacation. And also that he needs to take Sadie to the veterinarian.
Scripts. Shooting. Plastic cups of coffee, doughnuts, and protein bars. He thinks that this fog makes him sick. And this, Vancouver. And he wants the sun. Wait for the sun, he thinks.
When he turns onto his street, thoughts about Jensen try to creep through the haze of other useless thoughts. What is he doing right now? Sleeping, drinking coffee, taking a shower, watching TV? Or has he gone out somewhere? Jared doesn’t know. He thinks that if Jensen is sleeping, he is as a chrysalis - wrapped in cocoon of blankets.
He’s wrapped up in this fog, this stifling air, uneasily shifting in his sleep, face covered with his palm, and convulsively taking in breaths.
Jared thinks that he desperately needs the sun. Wait for the sun, he thinks.
When he turns the key in the lock, his dogs are gladly jumping before him, and they are breathing heavily. Jared thinks that he needs to force them into the bath. Throwing down his jogging shoes, he has time to grab at the collars of his babies.
It’s quiet in the house.
He shows the door to the dogs and gets in the shower. Warm and cozy. The glass walls of the shower stall and mirrors are getting misted. The fog creeps into the bathroom, too.
Jared stands here and he’s smiling. He doesn’t know why. The thought of Jensen, sleeping in his cozy cocoon, is back. The smile becomes wider.
Through the cracks in the floor of the porch the grass pushes through. It waits for the sun.
Jared makes his way through the house that is still sleeping. He leaves wet tracks behind him. He glances in the living room, in the kitchen - silence. The clock is ticking evenly, and the water drips from the tap.
He goes to the kitchen, turns on the coffee machine. Maybe, this sharp, rich scent of coffee can blow away the sleepiness of the house.
He turns on the toaster, gets the juice. He’s not going to wake Jensen up. It’s their day off after all.
The low sky is reflected in the puddles near the house. It waits for the sun.
Jared drinks the juice and watches as the fog curls up and away outside, the dogs play, and as sleepy people begin to crawl out of their houses. Take fresh newspapers, check their mail, prepare for the day...
The air fills with this fuss, noise and sharp sounds. The-day-with-no-name, 10AM. Maybe, it is time.
The coffee got cold, and Jared has to make new pot. Warmed up coffee - utter garbage.
Jared goes upstairs. Footsteps are creaking. Before the door to the bedroom he waits for a little bit. Thinks. Turns the doorknob and walks in.
In this room there’s no this foggy haze - it’s still night here. Curtains are still tightly closed, and time seems as if it’s been slowed to a near halt.
Jensen sleeps, tightly wrapped up in the blankets. Just as Jared thought.
He puts the cup on the nightstand and moves the curtains apart. The room is filled with the dull light. Jensen doesn’t react. He even can’t be seen under the layers of cotton.
Jared grins, goes to the bed and drags the blanket by its corner. Displeased, sleepy mumbling can be heard.
“Padalecki, what’s that again? It’s our day off… Did the sun rise at least?.. Or is’t still the middle of the night?”
Jared laughs.
“The sun is rising, Jensen, the sun is rising.”