Cause You're the Truth (Not I), G, Richard/Jacob pre-slashprimarycolors92August 8 2011, 04:22:41 UTC
"What are you doing?" Jacob moves silently, as always, but Richard no longer startles at the sound of his voice. There is comfort there.
"La luna," Richard explains, not moving his gaze from the darkened sky. "She is almost full tonight."
"Why..." Jacob begins, but he does not seem to know how to continue. This is comforting too, that Jacob is sometimes as confused by Richard as Richard is mystified by him. "Why do you care about her?"
Richard considers everything he knows, and then everything he believes. "She is a gift from God," he tells this strange man who may be God. "To give us light in the darkness."
Jacob steps closer, a faint sharing of bodily warmth. "The moon is a rock. Not even a very big one."
Richard does not look away from the sky; a metal band tightens around his lungs like the closing of a trap. "She shines," Richard counters. He no longer feels Jacob's heat against his back.
"It's a reflection from the sun. Like light caught in the water. The shape of the reflection changes as it moves." Jacob hesitates for a moment, perhaps frozen by the feeling of phantom sand slipping between his fingers. The he turns and walks away.
Richard stays to watch the moon, but his purpose is gone. There is no comfort on the Island tonight.
"La luna," Richard explains, not moving his gaze from the darkened sky. "She is almost full tonight."
"Why..." Jacob begins, but he does not seem to know how to continue. This is comforting too, that Jacob is sometimes as confused by Richard as Richard is mystified by him. "Why do you care about her?"
Richard considers everything he knows, and then everything he believes. "She is a gift from God," he tells this strange man who may be God. "To give us light in the darkness."
Jacob steps closer, a faint sharing of bodily warmth. "The moon is a rock. Not even a very big one."
Richard does not look away from the sky; a metal band tightens around his lungs like the closing of a trap. "She shines," Richard counters. He no longer feels Jacob's heat against his back.
"It's a reflection from the sun. Like light caught in the water. The shape of the reflection changes as it moves." Jacob hesitates for a moment, perhaps frozen by the feeling of phantom sand slipping between his fingers. The he turns and walks away.
Richard stays to watch the moon, but his purpose is gone. There is no comfort on the Island tonight.
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I love how this feels so soft and tender, but then it shifts to this coldness and longing. And the last lines, wow. Wow. Love it.
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(That was terrible. Sorry sorry sorry.) I'm happy you liked it, especially the end!
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