[fic] LOST. Jacob/Esau.
One day I'll write something that isn't Lost. One day.
Title: Ashes In Your Mouth
Author: me
Fandom: LOST
Pairing: Jacob/Esau
Rating: PG
Summary: What do you dream, Jacob asks him. 300 words.
Prompt: 10. nightmares (table: in the dark) @ drabble123
What do you dream, Jacob asks him. They’re sitting together on the beach--like always--watching the stars come out from under the veil of night. The feeling of the slow world turning beneath them. The jungle at their back, how Esau can sense the beating heart of it. As Jacob could surely feel the pull of the tides in his veins.
He answers simply: Of your death.
Jacob chuckles. The sound hangs in the air, warm and pure. I should be glad of another death.
You and your riddles. Esau allows the other to put his head on his shoulder, extend a hand up his spine. He feels safe in the darkness. The future has gone, extinguished, leaving the past to settle in. The dark could take you back, he knew. Now there was just the two of them.
And what do you feel. Jacob’s breath against his skin, dry as a ghost. In your dreams, what do you feel.
Exultation, Esau whispers. His dark pupils expand; the void overhead rushes to fill them.
And what do you taste.
Ash, he replies, as Jacob fists a hand in his hair. Ash and dust.
Whose?
Yours.
I see. Jacob has found his mouth and its sharp taste of earth and cinders, found his hair, those dark curls resting against his knuckles. Jacob is drinking the life and breath of him. Esau lets him, and smiles when he tastes saltwater on his tongue. He clutches the paler man to him.
Why are you crying.
Because, Jacob murmurs into his temple. I dream of the same thing you do...
Esau soothes him, kissing the salt from his cheeks and lips, laying him down gently. They watch the stars wheel overhead.
You are my nightmare, Jacob says.
His lover smiles.
And you’re mine.
[end]
NOTES:
'I should be glad of another death' - taken from the poem The Journey of the Magi by T.S. Eliot. :)
Title: Ashes In Your Mouth
Author: me
Fandom: LOST
Pairing: Jacob/Esau
Rating: PG
Summary: What do you dream, Jacob asks him. 300 words.
Prompt: 10. nightmares (table: in the dark) @ drabble123
What do you dream, Jacob asks him. They’re sitting together on the beach--like always--watching the stars come out from under the veil of night. The feeling of the slow world turning beneath them. The jungle at their back, how Esau can sense the beating heart of it. As Jacob could surely feel the pull of the tides in his veins.
He answers simply: Of your death.
Jacob chuckles. The sound hangs in the air, warm and pure. I should be glad of another death.
You and your riddles. Esau allows the other to put his head on his shoulder, extend a hand up his spine. He feels safe in the darkness. The future has gone, extinguished, leaving the past to settle in. The dark could take you back, he knew. Now there was just the two of them.
And what do you feel. Jacob’s breath against his skin, dry as a ghost. In your dreams, what do you feel.
Exultation, Esau whispers. His dark pupils expand; the void overhead rushes to fill them.
And what do you taste.
Ash, he replies, as Jacob fists a hand in his hair. Ash and dust.
Whose?
Yours.
I see. Jacob has found his mouth and its sharp taste of earth and cinders, found his hair, those dark curls resting against his knuckles. Jacob is drinking the life and breath of him. Esau lets him, and smiles when he tastes saltwater on his tongue. He clutches the paler man to him.
Why are you crying.
Because, Jacob murmurs into his temple. I dream of the same thing you do...
Esau soothes him, kissing the salt from his cheeks and lips, laying him down gently. They watch the stars wheel overhead.
You are my nightmare, Jacob says.
His lover smiles.
And you’re mine.
[end]
NOTES:
'I should be glad of another death' - taken from the poem The Journey of the Magi by T.S. Eliot. :)