[fic] Lost. MIB-centered drabbles
and con'td
THEMES 5-6
Prompt: Flashback
Characters: Esau
Rating: G
Notes: Western!AU. 171 words
...He could've said he was around his mid-forties but in truth he didn't know how old he was. His past was muddled. He remembered waking naked in the desert with ash on his hands and in his hair and a heart full of rage and pain but how he got there was a mystery. Sometimes in the darkness of dreams he could smell it: the high wild smell of the jungle. How familiar it was. It smelt like home.
But there was no jungle here. Esau slowly dragged an oilcloth over the barrel of his revolver and watched the silent sheet lightening flare out over the distant blue-black mountains. The sand around him already freckled with rain. He stood and retreated under the protection of some lone red rocks to sit and ponder. He wondered that if he climbed these rocks and looked across the plains, would he see a campfire? That lone sad soul who was chasing him, whoever it was?
“Jacob,” he said aloud, and didn't know why.
-end
Prompt: Sky
Characters: Esau
Rating: G
Notes: Western!AU. 202 words.
In the few years of his life that he could remember, he never imagined such a sky.
Under his feet the ground fell away in rocky folds, down into the bowl of the desert. Ahead of him the sky leapt up into great caverns and vaults, starkly blue and empty except for the horizon where it whited out into the sunburnt distance. A sky bigger than the whole world entire. Esau rocked in his boots and considered.
Judging from the small plume of dust, the thieves who'd stolen his horse were only a few hours ahead. They were mostly on foot. If he kept running he could catch them up - he didn't seem to tire as much as them. He didn't know what would happen once he caught them; only that he wanted to kill them all.
Esau glanced over his shoulder. Among the low hills he could make out a figure loping and struggling toward him: his pursuer. He wondered if that man was after his hide or the thieves'. Not that it mattered. At some point they would meet, and maybe it would end in bloodshed.
The man in black smiled, adjusted his hat, and leapt into the blue.
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THEMES 5-6
Prompt: Flashback
Characters: Esau
Rating: G
Notes: Western!AU. 171 words
...He could've said he was around his mid-forties but in truth he didn't know how old he was. His past was muddled. He remembered waking naked in the desert with ash on his hands and in his hair and a heart full of rage and pain but how he got there was a mystery. Sometimes in the darkness of dreams he could smell it: the high wild smell of the jungle. How familiar it was. It smelt like home.
But there was no jungle here. Esau slowly dragged an oilcloth over the barrel of his revolver and watched the silent sheet lightening flare out over the distant blue-black mountains. The sand around him already freckled with rain. He stood and retreated under the protection of some lone red rocks to sit and ponder. He wondered that if he climbed these rocks and looked across the plains, would he see a campfire? That lone sad soul who was chasing him, whoever it was?
“Jacob,” he said aloud, and didn't know why.
-end
Prompt: Sky
Characters: Esau
Rating: G
Notes: Western!AU. 202 words.
In the few years of his life that he could remember, he never imagined such a sky.
Under his feet the ground fell away in rocky folds, down into the bowl of the desert. Ahead of him the sky leapt up into great caverns and vaults, starkly blue and empty except for the horizon where it whited out into the sunburnt distance. A sky bigger than the whole world entire. Esau rocked in his boots and considered.
Judging from the small plume of dust, the thieves who'd stolen his horse were only a few hours ahead. They were mostly on foot. If he kept running he could catch them up - he didn't seem to tire as much as them. He didn't know what would happen once he caught them; only that he wanted to kill them all.
Esau glanced over his shoulder. Among the low hills he could make out a figure loping and struggling toward him: his pursuer. He wondered if that man was after his hide or the thieves'. Not that it mattered. At some point they would meet, and maybe it would end in bloodshed.
The man in black smiled, adjusted his hat, and leapt into the blue.
-end