White/Solid
Title: white/solid
Summary: He forgets that the days can fade into weeks.
Pairing: Richard/Esau
Rating: R
Notes: For someone at lostkinkmeme who wanted Richard/Frenemy. And for myself, who wanted to write something rather twisted.
He blinks sand from his eyes, squinting into the thick green of the leaves above him. An unfamiliar man sits to his right, sucking the juice from a mango. Richard feels his mouth water, but he says nothing. The nights here have been hard on his own. Days without out water and food, confused and turned around in a jungle where every tree looks like the next and the next and the next...
Hungry, Richardus? Richard nods, does not argue with the name given to him, does not bother to correct the stranger as he reaches out and takes the fruit from course and rough hands. His own are caked with dirt and blood, scraped and bruised from bad falls and foolish tree climbs. A soft laugh. Richard greedily eats all the fruit and feels the juice slip down his chin. Sticky, sickly sweet. It's good, isn't it? Again, Richard doesn't answer. When he looks back at his hands, only seconds later, the fruit is gone. He's devoured it. The man laughs harder.
Richard falls asleep for a very long time. He's not sure how many days pass. He just knows that, every few hours, he opens his eyes and the strange man is there, cooking, drinking water, sometimes coming back. One day he feels a rough hand on his shoulder. Get up. Enough of this. And so he obeys. The voice is dark, no laughter this morning. They hike for several hours wordlessly, stopping only for water. Finally, they reach what Richard can only assume is the other side of the island. And that's when he is suddenly alone.
The beach there is whiter than the one on the other side. The sand a bit finer. Richard finds he enjoys the feel of it on his skin and winds up shirtless most of the time, the sun browning him, the sea spray coating him in a fine layer of salt. A small rustle from the leaves behind him startles him and he is alert, preparing to fight back. The strange man appears in front of him, grinning. Enjoying ourselves? He sets water and food down. They eat, but this time the man talks at length about the land. The sea. The sky. Everything here is pure. Untouched. Nothing that doesn't belong here remains alive. He looks sad for a moment, then stuffs the rest of a banana in his mouth.
Do I belong here? Richard asks, his first words in days.
I suppose we'll see.
- - - - - - - - -
Several days pass on this side of the island. Richard loses track of the time, forgetting that days can become weeks, weeks months, months years. He knows that not too much time has passed. He and the strange man camp along the beach. The tide rises sometimes, stretches out others. Is this how you spend your time? he asks one day.
Would you like to do something else? Richard shakes his head and lays down to sleep again. When he awakens, it is dark, and the strange man is standing over him.
Who did you leave behind? he whispers.
Everyone. And the man nods. Heads into the jungle. Richard falls asleep again.
In the morning, there is a woman in a white dress standing in the surf, and she smiles just like he remembers. Her name is lost to him after so much time away, but she is there like he remembers. He thinks that she must be an illusion, but she feels so real. A kiss is all it takes to send him reeling back, pulling her down, pushing into her quickly. Release, God, the sweet release. Time doesn't matter anymore. Time is the illusion. She is the only reality.
But when he whispers, What is your name? and she wickedly replies, Esau, he feels burned and pulls away. She is gone. And the strange man sits on a rock, laughing madly. You're so fun, Richardus. So very fun.
Summary: He forgets that the days can fade into weeks.
Pairing: Richard/Esau
Rating: R
Notes: For someone at lostkinkmeme who wanted Richard/Frenemy. And for myself, who wanted to write something rather twisted.
He blinks sand from his eyes, squinting into the thick green of the leaves above him. An unfamiliar man sits to his right, sucking the juice from a mango. Richard feels his mouth water, but he says nothing. The nights here have been hard on his own. Days without out water and food, confused and turned around in a jungle where every tree looks like the next and the next and the next...
Hungry, Richardus? Richard nods, does not argue with the name given to him, does not bother to correct the stranger as he reaches out and takes the fruit from course and rough hands. His own are caked with dirt and blood, scraped and bruised from bad falls and foolish tree climbs. A soft laugh. Richard greedily eats all the fruit and feels the juice slip down his chin. Sticky, sickly sweet. It's good, isn't it? Again, Richard doesn't answer. When he looks back at his hands, only seconds later, the fruit is gone. He's devoured it. The man laughs harder.
Richard falls asleep for a very long time. He's not sure how many days pass. He just knows that, every few hours, he opens his eyes and the strange man is there, cooking, drinking water, sometimes coming back. One day he feels a rough hand on his shoulder. Get up. Enough of this. And so he obeys. The voice is dark, no laughter this morning. They hike for several hours wordlessly, stopping only for water. Finally, they reach what Richard can only assume is the other side of the island. And that's when he is suddenly alone.
The beach there is whiter than the one on the other side. The sand a bit finer. Richard finds he enjoys the feel of it on his skin and winds up shirtless most of the time, the sun browning him, the sea spray coating him in a fine layer of salt. A small rustle from the leaves behind him startles him and he is alert, preparing to fight back. The strange man appears in front of him, grinning. Enjoying ourselves? He sets water and food down. They eat, but this time the man talks at length about the land. The sea. The sky. Everything here is pure. Untouched. Nothing that doesn't belong here remains alive. He looks sad for a moment, then stuffs the rest of a banana in his mouth.
Do I belong here? Richard asks, his first words in days.
I suppose we'll see.
- - - - - - - - -
Several days pass on this side of the island. Richard loses track of the time, forgetting that days can become weeks, weeks months, months years. He knows that not too much time has passed. He and the strange man camp along the beach. The tide rises sometimes, stretches out others. Is this how you spend your time? he asks one day.
Would you like to do something else? Richard shakes his head and lays down to sleep again. When he awakens, it is dark, and the strange man is standing over him.
Who did you leave behind? he whispers.
Everyone. And the man nods. Heads into the jungle. Richard falls asleep again.
In the morning, there is a woman in a white dress standing in the surf, and she smiles just like he remembers. Her name is lost to him after so much time away, but she is there like he remembers. He thinks that she must be an illusion, but she feels so real. A kiss is all it takes to send him reeling back, pulling her down, pushing into her quickly. Release, God, the sweet release. Time doesn't matter anymore. Time is the illusion. She is the only reality.
But when he whispers, What is your name? and she wickedly replies, Esau, he feels burned and pulls away. She is gone. And the strange man sits on a rock, laughing madly. You're so fun, Richardus. So very fun.