random drabble
Title: More
Fandom: Red vs. Blue
Character(s): Freelancer York, Delta
Pairing(s): Implied York/Delta, I guess? Doesn't have to be....
Genre: Comfort
Word Count: 500
Rating: G
Warnings: HUGGING OMG
Notes: Makes use of the inside of York's head as described here.
It was the same dream again - well, okay, not the same dream. They were never really the same, even the ones that seemed to repeat over and over again. But here was the front room of the apartment York had grown up in, seeming somehow smaller and larger than it had been, and he knew the doors and hallways led to different rooms than they had all those years ago.
He also knew this was Delta's way of talking to him face-to-face.
“D? Where are you?” Probably in the kitchen, York guessed. It was some kind of metaphor for planning and, York knew, D was always planning something.
To his mild surprise (it was a dream, nothing was ever really surprising), Delta came out of the left bedroom door instead. He looked a little odd in dreams: very tall, for one, and with an inhumanly green shade of hair. He hadn't always had green hair. Like his projection, it had at first been as white as the other AI projections had been, but as Delta began to differentiate from his given identity - as he thought of himself as D and not Delta, really, though York was always teasing him about whether or not he'd admit it - his physical appearance in York's dreams had begun to change, too.
“You had trouble falling asleep,” Delta observed quietly. His eyes were dark and deep, deeper than any eyes had the right to be. If the green hair wasn't already a clue that Delta was more than a human, the eyes certainly were.
And since it was a dream, York followed that thought. “You're more than human, D.” He walked closer to Delta, reaching out a hand to lay it on Delta's chest. There was a heartbeat there, at least in the dream. “More. Not less.”
Delta covered York's hand with one of his own, his serious expression not changing. “Less and more, York. It is kind of you to insist otherwise, but I am incomplete.” There was just a trace of sadness there, and York drew closer to Delta until they were pressed against each other.
“I don't care,” York said stubbornly. “Incomplete. Bullshit. You're a better person than most of the humans I know.”
Delta smiled faintly and reached up to stroke York's short hair with his free hand. “I do not dwell on the parts I lack when you are with me. You provide more than adequate compensation.”
With one arm still on Delta's chest where his heart would be, York looked up into D's face in time with a hair stroke. “Compensation. Right.” There hadn't been any kindness there before, either. That had come later.
“More than compensation,” Delta corrected softly. His arms tightened around York, giving the physical comfort he couldn't under normal circumstances, comfort that Delta knew York needed.
When York awakened from the dream, it was as though he could still feel the warmth.
Fandom: Red vs. Blue
Character(s): Freelancer York, Delta
Pairing(s): Implied York/Delta, I guess? Doesn't have to be....
Genre: Comfort
Word Count: 500
Rating: G
Warnings: HUGGING OMG
Notes: Makes use of the inside of York's head as described here.
It was the same dream again - well, okay, not the same dream. They were never really the same, even the ones that seemed to repeat over and over again. But here was the front room of the apartment York had grown up in, seeming somehow smaller and larger than it had been, and he knew the doors and hallways led to different rooms than they had all those years ago.
He also knew this was Delta's way of talking to him face-to-face.
“D? Where are you?” Probably in the kitchen, York guessed. It was some kind of metaphor for planning and, York knew, D was always planning something.
To his mild surprise (it was a dream, nothing was ever really surprising), Delta came out of the left bedroom door instead. He looked a little odd in dreams: very tall, for one, and with an inhumanly green shade of hair. He hadn't always had green hair. Like his projection, it had at first been as white as the other AI projections had been, but as Delta began to differentiate from his given identity - as he thought of himself as D and not Delta, really, though York was always teasing him about whether or not he'd admit it - his physical appearance in York's dreams had begun to change, too.
“You had trouble falling asleep,” Delta observed quietly. His eyes were dark and deep, deeper than any eyes had the right to be. If the green hair wasn't already a clue that Delta was more than a human, the eyes certainly were.
And since it was a dream, York followed that thought. “You're more than human, D.” He walked closer to Delta, reaching out a hand to lay it on Delta's chest. There was a heartbeat there, at least in the dream. “More. Not less.”
Delta covered York's hand with one of his own, his serious expression not changing. “Less and more, York. It is kind of you to insist otherwise, but I am incomplete.” There was just a trace of sadness there, and York drew closer to Delta until they were pressed against each other.
“I don't care,” York said stubbornly. “Incomplete. Bullshit. You're a better person than most of the humans I know.”
Delta smiled faintly and reached up to stroke York's short hair with his free hand. “I do not dwell on the parts I lack when you are with me. You provide more than adequate compensation.”
With one arm still on Delta's chest where his heart would be, York looked up into D's face in time with a hair stroke. “Compensation. Right.” There hadn't been any kindness there before, either. That had come later.
“More than compensation,” Delta corrected softly. His arms tightened around York, giving the physical comfort he couldn't under normal circumstances, comfort that Delta knew York needed.
When York awakened from the dream, it was as though he could still feel the warmth.