Talk of Summer Time [Sapphire and Steel, Emerald/Mercury, PG]
Title: Talk of Summer Time
Fandom: Sapphire and Steel
Characters: Emerald/Mercury
Rating: PG
Notes: I am now also, apparently, writing context-lacking sitting on a rooftop and talking fic with characters that were only mentioned in the opening credits (or, in Emerald's case, not mentioned at all) of a creepy yet awesome Sci-Fi show that aired a few decades ago. This, however, was prompted and so is possibly a little better than last time. Written for hearts_bloodfor prompt 396. "An exquisite extreme unknown."
PS. It might be appropriate to note that Emerald is Emmy Rossum and Mercury is Michael Crawford; yes. <<
Summary: Another mission over; another mission done with.
Another mission over; another mission done with. A bubbling young couple, full of life and hope for the future, saved from the patches of light that threatened to rip them and their new start completely apart.
“They’ve probably gone to celebrate now,” Emerald muses; curly brown hair free over her shoulders as it always is, jazzy green dress clinging to her limited curves.
“Reaffirm their existence,” Mercury agrees, shorter brown hair sticking faintly up in the wind, casual grey suit unbuttoned at the collar.
They’re sitting on a rooftop, watching the sky as the sun starts to set. They could’ve left hours ago, have left in the eyes of the young couple probably beneath them right now, but have chosen to briefly tarry instead. To sit on the rooftop with their hands casually near and happily watch the world around them.
“Have you ever thought of doing such a thing?” she ventures casually, without awkwardness. Kicking her bare foot out into the air as if it’s of as much interest as the question.
“Unwinding?” He keeps his head tilted back to the sky, just as casual as she is. Just as relaxed despite the question thrown at him.
Most of them are relaxed with each other, only a few notable exceptions marring that state. It is why all of them work so well together, why all of them usually win… As far as you can apply competitive terms to their business, of course.
“Yes,” she answers, with a little smile as she turns her ankle this way and that, “as the humans do. Or, if we abandon the unwinding principle and leave simply the act…”
“As Diamond and Radium do,” he nods, with the faintest of smirks.
“Indeed,” she purrs, with the faintest equal of it.
They are not passionate creatures, neither of them. Elements come in all shapes and sizes: from the drawling Jet to the brusque Steel, and they hover somewhere in the middle of the pack. Not passionate enough to let their own issues take over the core of their assignments, not detached enough to have to be jolted into some guise of humanity. They are calm, logical, inoffensive.
“I have sometimes thought of the concept,” he offers with a faint broadening of his smile, reaching out to trace the back of her hand, “but who would I apply it with?”
“You would need an equal,” she reflects.
“A friend,” he muses.
“Somebody you trusted,” she decides, and turns to look at him as he turns to look at her.
They stare at each other for a moment, a long moment with his hand comfortably covering hers upon the rooftop. Their fingers wind together, a silent expression of closeness. They smile together, a silent appreciation. Their eyes remain upon each other, as if they are discussing matters in terms that go far beyond words…
“Another day,” she chuckles, edging back on the rooftop until she can move without dropping over the edge.
“I shall hold you to that,” he laughs, swinging his legs around and shifting away himself.
“You act as if I have no memory,” she smirks, already on her feet and reaching down a hand to happily help him up.
“Sometimes…” He teases, taking her hand and rising to his feet with her inevitably offered help.
They turn together and disappear; sharing a grin as they fade to happy waiting once again.
Fandom: Sapphire and Steel
Characters: Emerald/Mercury
Rating: PG
Notes: I am now also, apparently, writing context-lacking sitting on a rooftop and talking fic with characters that were only mentioned in the opening credits (or, in Emerald's case, not mentioned at all) of a creepy yet awesome Sci-Fi show that aired a few decades ago. This, however, was prompted and so is possibly a little better than last time. Written for hearts_bloodfor prompt 396. "An exquisite extreme unknown."
PS. It might be appropriate to note that Emerald is Emmy Rossum and Mercury is Michael Crawford; yes. <<
Summary: Another mission over; another mission done with.
Another mission over; another mission done with. A bubbling young couple, full of life and hope for the future, saved from the patches of light that threatened to rip them and their new start completely apart.
“They’ve probably gone to celebrate now,” Emerald muses; curly brown hair free over her shoulders as it always is, jazzy green dress clinging to her limited curves.
“Reaffirm their existence,” Mercury agrees, shorter brown hair sticking faintly up in the wind, casual grey suit unbuttoned at the collar.
They’re sitting on a rooftop, watching the sky as the sun starts to set. They could’ve left hours ago, have left in the eyes of the young couple probably beneath them right now, but have chosen to briefly tarry instead. To sit on the rooftop with their hands casually near and happily watch the world around them.
“Have you ever thought of doing such a thing?” she ventures casually, without awkwardness. Kicking her bare foot out into the air as if it’s of as much interest as the question.
“Unwinding?” He keeps his head tilted back to the sky, just as casual as she is. Just as relaxed despite the question thrown at him.
Most of them are relaxed with each other, only a few notable exceptions marring that state. It is why all of them work so well together, why all of them usually win… As far as you can apply competitive terms to their business, of course.
“Yes,” she answers, with a little smile as she turns her ankle this way and that, “as the humans do. Or, if we abandon the unwinding principle and leave simply the act…”
“As Diamond and Radium do,” he nods, with the faintest of smirks.
“Indeed,” she purrs, with the faintest equal of it.
They are not passionate creatures, neither of them. Elements come in all shapes and sizes: from the drawling Jet to the brusque Steel, and they hover somewhere in the middle of the pack. Not passionate enough to let their own issues take over the core of their assignments, not detached enough to have to be jolted into some guise of humanity. They are calm, logical, inoffensive.
“I have sometimes thought of the concept,” he offers with a faint broadening of his smile, reaching out to trace the back of her hand, “but who would I apply it with?”
“You would need an equal,” she reflects.
“A friend,” he muses.
“Somebody you trusted,” she decides, and turns to look at him as he turns to look at her.
They stare at each other for a moment, a long moment with his hand comfortably covering hers upon the rooftop. Their fingers wind together, a silent expression of closeness. They smile together, a silent appreciation. Their eyes remain upon each other, as if they are discussing matters in terms that go far beyond words…
“Another day,” she chuckles, edging back on the rooftop until she can move without dropping over the edge.
“I shall hold you to that,” he laughs, swinging his legs around and shifting away himself.
“You act as if I have no memory,” she smirks, already on her feet and reaching down a hand to happily help him up.
“Sometimes…” He teases, taking her hand and rising to his feet with her inevitably offered help.
They turn together and disappear; sharing a grin as they fade to happy waiting once again.