SJ QMi | Prompt #1
anonymous
June 27 2011, 12:06:14 UTC
Fuck you LJ
It's almost peaceful. The silence before dawn. Black and pinks on the horizon behind a dusty window. Never mind the ugly alien interruption on the city sky line.
Zhou Mi stirs, looking out of habit at the stopped clock on the wall. Twenty five to nine on the wall clock. AM, PM, doesn't really matter but it's a constant reminder of when the power went out. Where were you when they came? People once whispered. Though not any more.
Zhou Mi had been singing in a quiet room. Good acoustics, he remembers. Like a soundtrack, his voice had swelled to mark the first bomb, the first ring of gunfire and held to support the screams. Then he remembers running and a warm hand around his wrist. It's his clearest memory from the last three months.
With bleary eyes he looks down to his wrist watch, glowing faintly at half past five. AM, this time. That means it's fifteen minutes until his turn to go on patrol. It's fifteen minutes of sleep he could probably use because there's no such thing as beauty sleep in these times, but somehow it's still more sleep than he got when he was an idol.
Kyuhyun creeps down the hallway to their little space. Zhou Mi knows the sound of his footsteps. His face is thin and hollow. His acne scars are hidden for the dirt that just won't scrub clean any more. There's an automatic draped across his back. He hasn't had a reason to use it yet, but he knows the time is coming.
They look at each other. Zhou Mi looks at his watch then back at Kyuhyun and lifts the cover in invitation. They have ten minutes.
Mi likes to believe there are many lifetimes in those ten minutes every morning. Heads bowed into crooks of shoulders, breathing in each others dirt and stink. Ten minutes of silence, of breathing and heart beats. Nothings wrong. Nothing needs fixing or making. Nothing's wrong. Everything is perfect.
It's almost peaceful. The silence before dawn. Black and pinks on the horizon behind a dusty window. Never mind the ugly alien interruption on the city sky line.
Zhou Mi stirs, looking out of habit at the stopped clock on the wall. Twenty five to nine on the wall clock. AM, PM, doesn't really matter but it's a constant reminder of when the power went out. Where were you when they came? People once whispered. Though not any more.
Zhou Mi had been singing in a quiet room. Good acoustics, he remembers. Like a soundtrack, his voice had swelled to mark the first bomb, the first ring of gunfire and held to support the screams. Then he remembers running and a warm hand around his wrist. It's his clearest memory from the last three months.
With bleary eyes he looks down to his wrist watch, glowing faintly at half past five. AM, this time. That means it's fifteen minutes until his turn to go on patrol. It's fifteen minutes of sleep he could probably use because there's no such thing as beauty sleep in these times, but somehow it's still more sleep than he got when he was an idol.
Kyuhyun creeps down the hallway to their little space. Zhou Mi knows the sound of his footsteps. His face is thin and hollow. His acne scars are hidden for the dirt that just won't scrub clean any more. There's an automatic draped across his back. He hasn't had a reason to use it yet, but he knows the time is coming.
They look at each other. Zhou Mi looks at his watch then back at Kyuhyun and lifts the cover in invitation. They have ten minutes.
Mi likes to believe there are many lifetimes in those ten minutes every morning. Heads bowed into crooks of shoulders, breathing in each others dirt and stink. Ten minutes of silence, of breathing and heart beats. Nothings wrong. Nothing needs fixing or making. Nothing's wrong. Everything is perfect.
The caterwaul starts early this morning.
Gun fire comes early this morning.
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