Gente di Notte: Meeting of the Moons--Aiden/FFTL crossover fanfiction--Chapter 8
Author: Beca-Bex
Disclaimer: Do not own if you have heard/read it before. I probably own everything else you haven't.
In the light from the moon, Jake could see that Matt had given him some kind of
tart which he ate gratefully. The taste of some kind of sweet, tangy fruit exploded in his
mouth, his tongue curling in appreciation and doggishly lapping at his lips for speckles of
juicy remains.
Matt’s face was completely concealed under the hood of his black sweatshirt but
when he angled himself towards Jake, he thought the New Mooner might be smiling.
Jared waited down at the foot of the mountain, looking expectantly up at them. Perhaps
he thought that since Matt, now extending his hand to Jake, was closer to the Full
Mooner’s height, it’d be easier to help him jump down.
The bite from the sprite could’ve been a normal part of Jake’s skin, stretching
painlessly as Matt pulled him to meet air. They landed solidly but easily on a level of
rocks below before leaping again. Unlike that of the unknown Mooner who had taken
Jake there, Matt’s hand was comforting in his, albeit a bit cold. However, Jake wouldn’t
have been able to deny disappointment if confronted when Jared grasped the New
Mooner by the elbow and tugged him away.
Although anything that could have betrayed physical information of Matt was
hidden away, Jake wagered that he was younger than Jared who looked to be in his early
thirties. Square-jawed, dimple-chinned, and with strong biceps, he was probably even
more frightening in the light than in the dark and it was a relief that he no longer stood as
a threat, though he looked as tough as he had talked.
“Katelyn will do best, she’s been here long,” he muttered more to himself than to
Jake as they walked towards the rest of the community.
About twenty young kids ran around, chasing each other and screaming in delight.
It was a shocking sight, seeing all of them, energetic but bony thin. Smudges of dirt
decorated their white cheeks, illuminated by the tree-veiled moon above, tangled and
matted hair shimmering. Feral freedom.
Around in a circle sat the adults, cross-legged and deliberating. Very much like
the children’s, the women’s hair was wild with lack of care while only two men were
without beards or stubble on their chins. Wrinkles affected the corners of eyes and pursed
mouths. Expressions declared angers while shoulders exhaustion. One Mooner had his
hand wrapped up in a dirty cloth.
“Jared, Matthew, glad to see you could…” a middle aged woman began to greet,
then trailed off. “Who is this?”
“This is Jake, he just moved here,” was all Jared answered, glancing back at the
transfixed individual, and then gesturing him forward.
“Where did you come from, Jake?” the woman asked him.
“Um, all over. I’ve lived in half the states,” Jake responded shyly. “But, uh, there
wasn’t-“
“Yes, I wouldn’t say the Hidden Layer is too widespread.” She smiled wryly. The
others stared at him with obscene fascination, eyes swallowing his height, his age. All
except a group of four men clustered together, gazes determinedly following Jared and
Matt. But never once did the pair look back at them.
“I didn’t tell him everything,” Jared said to the woman when they found a place to
sit. “I had trouble. I thought you-“
“Of course,” Katelyn said, waving her finger to Jake, bringing him to a spot
beside her. “After we discuss damage control with what the Diurnals have done.”
Disclaimer: Do not own if you have heard/read it before. I probably own everything else you haven't.
In the light from the moon, Jake could see that Matt had given him some kind of
tart which he ate gratefully. The taste of some kind of sweet, tangy fruit exploded in his
mouth, his tongue curling in appreciation and doggishly lapping at his lips for speckles of
juicy remains.
Matt’s face was completely concealed under the hood of his black sweatshirt but
when he angled himself towards Jake, he thought the New Mooner might be smiling.
Jared waited down at the foot of the mountain, looking expectantly up at them. Perhaps
he thought that since Matt, now extending his hand to Jake, was closer to the Full
Mooner’s height, it’d be easier to help him jump down.
The bite from the sprite could’ve been a normal part of Jake’s skin, stretching
painlessly as Matt pulled him to meet air. They landed solidly but easily on a level of
rocks below before leaping again. Unlike that of the unknown Mooner who had taken
Jake there, Matt’s hand was comforting in his, albeit a bit cold. However, Jake wouldn’t
have been able to deny disappointment if confronted when Jared grasped the New
Mooner by the elbow and tugged him away.
Although anything that could have betrayed physical information of Matt was
hidden away, Jake wagered that he was younger than Jared who looked to be in his early
thirties. Square-jawed, dimple-chinned, and with strong biceps, he was probably even
more frightening in the light than in the dark and it was a relief that he no longer stood as
a threat, though he looked as tough as he had talked.
“Katelyn will do best, she’s been here long,” he muttered more to himself than to
Jake as they walked towards the rest of the community.
About twenty young kids ran around, chasing each other and screaming in delight.
It was a shocking sight, seeing all of them, energetic but bony thin. Smudges of dirt
decorated their white cheeks, illuminated by the tree-veiled moon above, tangled and
matted hair shimmering. Feral freedom.
Around in a circle sat the adults, cross-legged and deliberating. Very much like
the children’s, the women’s hair was wild with lack of care while only two men were
without beards or stubble on their chins. Wrinkles affected the corners of eyes and pursed
mouths. Expressions declared angers while shoulders exhaustion. One Mooner had his
hand wrapped up in a dirty cloth.
“Jared, Matthew, glad to see you could…” a middle aged woman began to greet,
then trailed off. “Who is this?”
“This is Jake, he just moved here,” was all Jared answered, glancing back at the
transfixed individual, and then gesturing him forward.
“Where did you come from, Jake?” the woman asked him.
“Um, all over. I’ve lived in half the states,” Jake responded shyly. “But, uh, there
wasn’t-“
“Yes, I wouldn’t say the Hidden Layer is too widespread.” She smiled wryly. The
others stared at him with obscene fascination, eyes swallowing his height, his age. All
except a group of four men clustered together, gazes determinedly following Jared and
Matt. But never once did the pair look back at them.
“I didn’t tell him everything,” Jared said to the woman when they found a place to
sit. “I had trouble. I thought you-“
“Of course,” Katelyn said, waving her finger to Jake, bringing him to a spot
beside her. “After we discuss damage control with what the Diurnals have done.”