Original: "Blinded by the Light." Slash
Guys, I almost forgot it was Sunday. It's been one of those kinds of weeks.
Also: I wrote this several weeks ago now. I have no idea where it came from. After this, it gets back to super fluff, I promise. Mostly. Kinda. My circuits class is stealing my happys. XP
Summary: Eternally surrounded by darkness, Saurine is the only light in Rilan's world.
Rilan had heard as the gates ground open, the screech of metal on stone loud in the silence of this dungeon. He’d waited quietly in the cave he’d claimed as his own, hands stroking the crystal ball he knew swirled with silver-gray mists, though he’d never seen it with his eyes. He’d seen any number of possibilities for what might be happening at this moment and the only thing to do was bide his time and see which timeline played out. It wasn’t as though he had anything more pressing to do.
He could hear the distant clatter of what sounded like pots and jars. Immediately, he eliminated four timelines he might be in, because three of them involved no noise and the last had a woman who wailed for days after the gate closed behind her. He was rather relieved it wasn’t that one. Two timelines met the same fate as the footsteps came closer, instead of turning down one of the tunnels that led off what he considered the foyer to the dungeons.
The sound of someone shuffling along abruptly stopped not too far from where he sat. “Oh…uh…hello.” The corner of Rilan’s mouth quirked up just a very little bit. His timeline was finally here.
He knew what the man in front of him looked like, though Rilan had never met him. His hair would be a white-blond, going in all directions, falling into eyes that would be a light gray, not unlike the mists in his crystal ball, and partially obscured by a pair of lopsided, wire-rimmed glasses. He’d also be carrying enough to start an alchemical lab in this prison.
“Hello, Saurine. I’ve been expecting you.” Rilan could hear him startle, but he’d already known what was going to happen, so he just waited for Saurine to collect himself.
“How…how do you know who I…can you even see me?” Though he sounded uncertain, Rilan could hear him put his belongings down, moving closer with shuffling steps.
“Not in the way you can see me; does that matter?” he asked softly, knowing the answer would determine much for their relationship.
“No, I just…how did you know who I was if you can’t see me? Actually, how do you know who I am at all?” Rilan could hear his knees creak as he crouched down a couple steps away.
“I see things…differently. Things that have happened, things that may yet come. I knew that you would arrive eventually; I simply was unsure in which timeline we would meet. It is still not entirely clear which we are in,” Rilan observed idly. Speculating accomplished nothing. Whatever happened, happened.
He heard the creak of knees again and then the scuffing of feet, the sound of a pebble skittering away. Rilan had only a moment to furrow his brows, because this didn’t follow any of the timelines as it should, before all was curiously silent and a pair of warm, chapped lips pressed against his own.
He startled, not enough to break the kiss and leaned into it just slightly, more than a little confused but a little intrigued to actually be living in the moment. Saurine pulled back after a few seconds, sounding a bit pleased with himself despite having just kissed a prophetic stranger as he asked, “In how many timelines does that happen?”
Rilan sat stunned for a moment, completely speechless for the first time in his life, before his eyebrows snapped together. “None of them.” He tried to say it flatly, but he got the feeling it only sounded like he was brooding.
Soft laughter washed over him, as he felt the warmth of Saurine settling next to him. “I take it you are not often taken by surprise?” he asked softly, shoulder brushing Rilan’s.
Trying for annoyance and falling short at uneasy, he bit out, “Never.” This didn’t happen to him, ever. The only things he could not see were events which directly involved him, and being able to see all else usually meant he could piece together the lines which affected him. He had never felt so lost and blind before.
“There is no call to look so glum. Perhaps this is merely an aberration?”
Fingers grasping his crystal lightly, Rilan heard Saurine gasp as his eyes began glowing, the overwarm feeling the only thing that he associated with seeing in the manner. With a slight hiss, he let it go, grimly clutching his crystal in his lap. Voice somewhat hoarse, he whispered, “I can see nothing concerning either of us now.”
He jumped as a cool hand landed on one of his. “I have some experience living through a future I cannot foresee. Even if you do not see them now, in those timelines I get the feeling we were somehow bound together; I do not doubt that we were meant to be in this timeline as well.” Saurine’s voice was quiet, even in the silence, and Rilan clung to the only line to sanity he had left.
“Maybe…this is the reason,” he whispered, turning his hand so he could grasp Saurine’s. “As the sun banishes the night, so my light you shall be, and chase the shadows far away, so they’ll ne’er more trouble me,” he recited. As Saurine squeezed his fingers gently, Rilan summoned an image of him in his mind, focusing on the only light left in his world.
Also: I wrote this several weeks ago now. I have no idea where it came from. After this, it gets back to super fluff, I promise. Mostly. Kinda. My circuits class is stealing my happys. XP
Summary: Eternally surrounded by darkness, Saurine is the only light in Rilan's world.
Rilan had heard as the gates ground open, the screech of metal on stone loud in the silence of this dungeon. He’d waited quietly in the cave he’d claimed as his own, hands stroking the crystal ball he knew swirled with silver-gray mists, though he’d never seen it with his eyes. He’d seen any number of possibilities for what might be happening at this moment and the only thing to do was bide his time and see which timeline played out. It wasn’t as though he had anything more pressing to do.
He could hear the distant clatter of what sounded like pots and jars. Immediately, he eliminated four timelines he might be in, because three of them involved no noise and the last had a woman who wailed for days after the gate closed behind her. He was rather relieved it wasn’t that one. Two timelines met the same fate as the footsteps came closer, instead of turning down one of the tunnels that led off what he considered the foyer to the dungeons.
The sound of someone shuffling along abruptly stopped not too far from where he sat. “Oh…uh…hello.” The corner of Rilan’s mouth quirked up just a very little bit. His timeline was finally here.
He knew what the man in front of him looked like, though Rilan had never met him. His hair would be a white-blond, going in all directions, falling into eyes that would be a light gray, not unlike the mists in his crystal ball, and partially obscured by a pair of lopsided, wire-rimmed glasses. He’d also be carrying enough to start an alchemical lab in this prison.
“Hello, Saurine. I’ve been expecting you.” Rilan could hear him startle, but he’d already known what was going to happen, so he just waited for Saurine to collect himself.
“How…how do you know who I…can you even see me?” Though he sounded uncertain, Rilan could hear him put his belongings down, moving closer with shuffling steps.
“Not in the way you can see me; does that matter?” he asked softly, knowing the answer would determine much for their relationship.
“No, I just…how did you know who I was if you can’t see me? Actually, how do you know who I am at all?” Rilan could hear his knees creak as he crouched down a couple steps away.
“I see things…differently. Things that have happened, things that may yet come. I knew that you would arrive eventually; I simply was unsure in which timeline we would meet. It is still not entirely clear which we are in,” Rilan observed idly. Speculating accomplished nothing. Whatever happened, happened.
He heard the creak of knees again and then the scuffing of feet, the sound of a pebble skittering away. Rilan had only a moment to furrow his brows, because this didn’t follow any of the timelines as it should, before all was curiously silent and a pair of warm, chapped lips pressed against his own.
He startled, not enough to break the kiss and leaned into it just slightly, more than a little confused but a little intrigued to actually be living in the moment. Saurine pulled back after a few seconds, sounding a bit pleased with himself despite having just kissed a prophetic stranger as he asked, “In how many timelines does that happen?”
Rilan sat stunned for a moment, completely speechless for the first time in his life, before his eyebrows snapped together. “None of them.” He tried to say it flatly, but he got the feeling it only sounded like he was brooding.
Soft laughter washed over him, as he felt the warmth of Saurine settling next to him. “I take it you are not often taken by surprise?” he asked softly, shoulder brushing Rilan’s.
Trying for annoyance and falling short at uneasy, he bit out, “Never.” This didn’t happen to him, ever. The only things he could not see were events which directly involved him, and being able to see all else usually meant he could piece together the lines which affected him. He had never felt so lost and blind before.
“There is no call to look so glum. Perhaps this is merely an aberration?”
Fingers grasping his crystal lightly, Rilan heard Saurine gasp as his eyes began glowing, the overwarm feeling the only thing that he associated with seeing in the manner. With a slight hiss, he let it go, grimly clutching his crystal in his lap. Voice somewhat hoarse, he whispered, “I can see nothing concerning either of us now.”
He jumped as a cool hand landed on one of his. “I have some experience living through a future I cannot foresee. Even if you do not see them now, in those timelines I get the feeling we were somehow bound together; I do not doubt that we were meant to be in this timeline as well.” Saurine’s voice was quiet, even in the silence, and Rilan clung to the only line to sanity he had left.
“Maybe…this is the reason,” he whispered, turning his hand so he could grasp Saurine’s. “As the sun banishes the night, so my light you shall be, and chase the shadows far away, so they’ll ne’er more trouble me,” he recited. As Saurine squeezed his fingers gently, Rilan summoned an image of him in his mind, focusing on the only light left in his world.