ficbit
Killjoys-verse. Misty and Carly. Because I wanted to write about Carly and decided that of course she'd be running the Zones with Misty.
So, ficbit. In which Misty is looking for her brother and always will be and Carly writes as they travel. PG. Gen.
[neither verse is mine, but I will never tire of insane crossovers]
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Carly doesn't know how long Misty has been looking for her brother, only that she has for as long as Carly has known her and that's been years now. Long enough that the whole thing has probably reached the point of "hopeless quest" but she still keeps looking. Keeps showing a tattered old photo to any other Zonerunner she crosses paths with. Her expression a tight mix of desperation and hope with every conversation, the two warring emotions barely hidden behind an impassive facade.
Carly wrote about it once. About a boy who had disappeared into one of BLI's buildings and never come back and a woman who would never stop searching. Hammering on the keys of a laptop that's seen better days late into the night and running on whatever power source she could beg, borrow or steal.
It was probably her best work. A road journal of a few days. Of staying one step ahead of dracs and asking questions that can never be answered. Of a plain and simple raw emotion and the fact that it's painful, but it's the sort of pain that gives laser-like focus.
She showed it to Misty the day before meeting up with one of the regular 'zine printers. Exhausted but proud and babbling about the greatness of it all and how this will help. And "the more people know, the more can be done. Right?"
Misty said nothing for a moment before quietly murmuring, "I'd rather you didn't."
She'll never understand why, but she lets it go all the same. Misty has helped keep her alive out here. It's the least she can do. It's not like she'll ever be lacking in stories to tell.
So, ficbit. In which Misty is looking for her brother and always will be and Carly writes as they travel. PG. Gen.
[neither verse is mine, but I will never tire of insane crossovers]
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Carly doesn't know how long Misty has been looking for her brother, only that she has for as long as Carly has known her and that's been years now. Long enough that the whole thing has probably reached the point of "hopeless quest" but she still keeps looking. Keeps showing a tattered old photo to any other Zonerunner she crosses paths with. Her expression a tight mix of desperation and hope with every conversation, the two warring emotions barely hidden behind an impassive facade.
Carly wrote about it once. About a boy who had disappeared into one of BLI's buildings and never come back and a woman who would never stop searching. Hammering on the keys of a laptop that's seen better days late into the night and running on whatever power source she could beg, borrow or steal.
It was probably her best work. A road journal of a few days. Of staying one step ahead of dracs and asking questions that can never be answered. Of a plain and simple raw emotion and the fact that it's painful, but it's the sort of pain that gives laser-like focus.
She showed it to Misty the day before meeting up with one of the regular 'zine printers. Exhausted but proud and babbling about the greatness of it all and how this will help. And "the more people know, the more can be done. Right?"
Misty said nothing for a moment before quietly murmuring, "I'd rather you didn't."
She'll never understand why, but she lets it go all the same. Misty has helped keep her alive out here. It's the least she can do. It's not like she'll ever be lacking in stories to tell.