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So! Yesterday was, over on desperatefans, the two-month anniversary of Famine and Pollution. Since the entire community has been around for three and a half months, this is obviously a landmark to be celebrated. Since I am teh lazy, though, this fic didn't get written until this morning. (Read: it was written between one to six a.m. while I drank tea and chocolate to stay awake, listened to musical soundtracks, and took pauses to make icons and play Solitaire. I fail at productivity.)
Anyway, this is dedicated to the utterly amazing luckilyotto, the Pollution to my Famine and one of the most awesome people I've ever met, ever. She played a huge role in this pairing becoming my OTP. ♥♥♥ And also dedicated to archedies, ma chere poete, because she enjoyed the quote that inspired this fic so much. ^^;
Title: Seeing Forever End (1030 words)
Pairing: Famine/Pollution
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "What was that for?" "It could be the last time." The Apocalypse comes around again. Famine and Pollution may be a little late...but can you blame them?
They stood on a hill overlooking an impossibly vast field. The hill itself wasn't very large - it had not taken long to climb at all - but it seemed to loom over the field, standing almost level with the rising sun.
The field seemed to stretch on forever, encompassing several large cities, a good deal of country, and some farms on the side. A dark haze appeared to have settled over city, country, and field alike; the reek that hung in the air was strong enough to be smelled from the top of the hill. It was the smell of sulfur and garbage, of rotting flesh and spoiled food, of blood and gunpowder - the potent, overpowering stench of destruction. A light wind was blowing - nothing too destructive or strong, but the kind that gathered right before a tornado or tropical storm, almost gentle in its promise of far worse things to come. The buildings were vandalized - the windows shattered, the sides almost invisible under graffiti, the structure shaken from large holes blown in their sides. The streets of the cities were deserted; the emptiness was broken on occasion by a corpse, knife or bullet wounds prominent on the limp form. The animal cadavers that littered the acres of empty farmland were in worse condition - half-decomposed, the flesh almost entirely picked off the bones. The fields, once green and abundant, were sun-dried, drought-stricken, picked dry; brown, crumpled stalks stood weakly every few meters, the only signs of life in the barren stretches of land. Garbage liberally littered both the city streets and the dead farmlands; almost every sort of refuse imaginable practically coated the ground, the occasional empty crisp packet being blown a few feet by the omnipresent wind every few seconds. It was a chilling scene, made all the more so by the knowledge that they were the only ones watching it.
They stood hand in hand, perfectly still, wind whipping around them. They were silhouetted by the dawn light, black and white against a sky tainted blood red by the rising sun. Their eyes were trained on the scene below; they could have been standing there for hours. Neither of them said anything for a long time.
Famine's expression shifted; the change was slight, from deep thought to serious rationalization. "It looks as if things are under way already," he murmured, his voice low enough not to have a jarring effect on the eerie silence. "War's obviously been through here...and if the animals and the smell are any indication, it looks as if Pestilence won't let retirement stop him from playing whatever role he can... He looks as though He's been here, but He's everywhere, so..." He trailed off, a thoughtful frown settling on his face as his eyes appraised the damage.
"This is it, isn't it?"
Something in Pollution's tone made Famine turn to look at him. The young man's face was expressionless, staring straight forward. He could have been watching the scene below, but Famine could tell his mind was elsewhere; his eyes were unfocused and pensive.
"The final battle," Pollution continued quietly. "The big one. Nothing's going to stop us this time, is it? It's actually going to happen now."
Famine's gaze moved back to the destroyed field below them. If these weren't the marks of the Apocalypse, he thought grimly, they were doing a damn good job masquerading as said marks. It could have been any place in the world. Perhaps it was every place in the world. He nodded, slowly; even though Pollution couldn't see the gesture, Famine knew he would sense it.
They stood in silence for a few more seconds; then Pollution turned and, without warning, fell forward against Famine. The taller man barely had time to grab Pollution's elbows to steady him before the white Horseman's lips covered his in a fierce kiss. Famine's eyes widened in surprise, then fluttered closed as he returned the kiss with equal fervor.
They stood like that for a few minutes, Pollution leaning heavily against Famine's forearms, until the former pulled away, biting his lip and casting his eyes down. Famine blinked, looking a bit dazed. "What was that for?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow, then added dryly, "Not that I didn't enjoy it..."
A small smile tugged at Pollution's lips, then vanished again; he slowly raised his eyes to lock on Famine's, moving his hands to rest against the taller man's chest. "It could be the last time," he whispered, the emotion in his gaze and voice intense.
Famine's eyes widened again, this time in realization. "Well, in that case..." he murmured, taking Pollution fully into his arms and bending to capture his lips again.
The kiss was deep, lingering, and intense, full of unspoken emotion and an almost desperate finality. It could have lasted many minutes, possibly even hours. When they pulled away, they were reluctant to part entirely; they stood in silence again, wrapped in each other's arms.
Famine kissed the top of Pollution's head, arms tight around his waist. "Even if it ends now...even if today is the last day..." He trailed off, sighing softly into Pollution's hair. "We'll have had...this," he said quietly, voice slightly choked. "And...it's been...well, more than we've a right to ask for, really."
Pollution nodded, unable to reply, head resting on Famine's chest. He sighed, closing his eyes, and nuzzled Famine's neck lightly. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
The sun's rays illuminated their figures; the wind whipped around them as they held each other. Famine lowered his eyes and Pollution raised his head, and they looked at each other for a long time, with deep uncertainty and deeper love. And slowly, they kissed again.
The sun was rising and the sky was still tinted red. The wind was picking up speed, whining quietly as it grew fiercer. Dark clouds were gathering on the horizon. But for the moment, the two Horsemen allowed the rest of the world to melt away, and knew only each other. They didn't know how much longer they had until the end, so they had to make their final time count.
The Apocalypse could wait a bit longer. This was love.
Anyway, this is dedicated to the utterly amazing luckilyotto, the Pollution to my Famine and one of the most awesome people I've ever met, ever. She played a huge role in this pairing becoming my OTP. ♥♥♥ And also dedicated to archedies, ma chere poete, because she enjoyed the quote that inspired this fic so much. ^^;
Title: Seeing Forever End (1030 words)
Pairing: Famine/Pollution
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "What was that for?" "It could be the last time." The Apocalypse comes around again. Famine and Pollution may be a little late...but can you blame them?
They stood on a hill overlooking an impossibly vast field. The hill itself wasn't very large - it had not taken long to climb at all - but it seemed to loom over the field, standing almost level with the rising sun.
The field seemed to stretch on forever, encompassing several large cities, a good deal of country, and some farms on the side. A dark haze appeared to have settled over city, country, and field alike; the reek that hung in the air was strong enough to be smelled from the top of the hill. It was the smell of sulfur and garbage, of rotting flesh and spoiled food, of blood and gunpowder - the potent, overpowering stench of destruction. A light wind was blowing - nothing too destructive or strong, but the kind that gathered right before a tornado or tropical storm, almost gentle in its promise of far worse things to come. The buildings were vandalized - the windows shattered, the sides almost invisible under graffiti, the structure shaken from large holes blown in their sides. The streets of the cities were deserted; the emptiness was broken on occasion by a corpse, knife or bullet wounds prominent on the limp form. The animal cadavers that littered the acres of empty farmland were in worse condition - half-decomposed, the flesh almost entirely picked off the bones. The fields, once green and abundant, were sun-dried, drought-stricken, picked dry; brown, crumpled stalks stood weakly every few meters, the only signs of life in the barren stretches of land. Garbage liberally littered both the city streets and the dead farmlands; almost every sort of refuse imaginable practically coated the ground, the occasional empty crisp packet being blown a few feet by the omnipresent wind every few seconds. It was a chilling scene, made all the more so by the knowledge that they were the only ones watching it.
They stood hand in hand, perfectly still, wind whipping around them. They were silhouetted by the dawn light, black and white against a sky tainted blood red by the rising sun. Their eyes were trained on the scene below; they could have been standing there for hours. Neither of them said anything for a long time.
Famine's expression shifted; the change was slight, from deep thought to serious rationalization. "It looks as if things are under way already," he murmured, his voice low enough not to have a jarring effect on the eerie silence. "War's obviously been through here...and if the animals and the smell are any indication, it looks as if Pestilence won't let retirement stop him from playing whatever role he can... He looks as though He's been here, but He's everywhere, so..." He trailed off, a thoughtful frown settling on his face as his eyes appraised the damage.
"This is it, isn't it?"
Something in Pollution's tone made Famine turn to look at him. The young man's face was expressionless, staring straight forward. He could have been watching the scene below, but Famine could tell his mind was elsewhere; his eyes were unfocused and pensive.
"The final battle," Pollution continued quietly. "The big one. Nothing's going to stop us this time, is it? It's actually going to happen now."
Famine's gaze moved back to the destroyed field below them. If these weren't the marks of the Apocalypse, he thought grimly, they were doing a damn good job masquerading as said marks. It could have been any place in the world. Perhaps it was every place in the world. He nodded, slowly; even though Pollution couldn't see the gesture, Famine knew he would sense it.
They stood in silence for a few more seconds; then Pollution turned and, without warning, fell forward against Famine. The taller man barely had time to grab Pollution's elbows to steady him before the white Horseman's lips covered his in a fierce kiss. Famine's eyes widened in surprise, then fluttered closed as he returned the kiss with equal fervor.
They stood like that for a few minutes, Pollution leaning heavily against Famine's forearms, until the former pulled away, biting his lip and casting his eyes down. Famine blinked, looking a bit dazed. "What was that for?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow, then added dryly, "Not that I didn't enjoy it..."
A small smile tugged at Pollution's lips, then vanished again; he slowly raised his eyes to lock on Famine's, moving his hands to rest against the taller man's chest. "It could be the last time," he whispered, the emotion in his gaze and voice intense.
Famine's eyes widened again, this time in realization. "Well, in that case..." he murmured, taking Pollution fully into his arms and bending to capture his lips again.
The kiss was deep, lingering, and intense, full of unspoken emotion and an almost desperate finality. It could have lasted many minutes, possibly even hours. When they pulled away, they were reluctant to part entirely; they stood in silence again, wrapped in each other's arms.
Famine kissed the top of Pollution's head, arms tight around his waist. "Even if it ends now...even if today is the last day..." He trailed off, sighing softly into Pollution's hair. "We'll have had...this," he said quietly, voice slightly choked. "And...it's been...well, more than we've a right to ask for, really."
Pollution nodded, unable to reply, head resting on Famine's chest. He sighed, closing his eyes, and nuzzled Famine's neck lightly. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
The sun's rays illuminated their figures; the wind whipped around them as they held each other. Famine lowered his eyes and Pollution raised his head, and they looked at each other for a long time, with deep uncertainty and deeper love. And slowly, they kissed again.
The sun was rising and the sky was still tinted red. The wind was picking up speed, whining quietly as it grew fiercer. Dark clouds were gathering on the horizon. But for the moment, the two Horsemen allowed the rest of the world to melt away, and knew only each other. They didn't know how much longer they had until the end, so they had to make their final time count.
The Apocalypse could wait a bit longer. This was love.