Drabble; IT DOESN'T DESERVE A TITLE
So once upon a time, I got sick of writing SAD SHIT of which I will probably post at some point, because introspection and my characters' pain are fun to write.
However, this is not about introspection or angst, this is something that came to mind after Kay and Heather met and Titanic was mentioned.
So I bring to you, the rescue of Luke and Rhode and the voyage of the Good Ship Woodpile.
Titanic-style. (At 2:30 in the morning.)
You may now proceed to murder me.
The rain was pouring down in sheets (or blankets, Kay thought, heavy, smothering blankets that were trying to drown you ), but the shivering occupants on the rickety raft had bigger things to worry about than the weather.
First was the giant iceberg that had appeared out of nowhere and had prompted Heather to swear at it in such a manner that Luke was regarding her in horrified awe and Rhode had her hands pressed to her mouth (ostensibly to mask her own horror, but really just trying to mask her amusement).
Second was the muffled background music that had somehow swelled into what was most definitely the vocal prowess of Celine Dion.
Every night in my dreams, I see you, I feel you...
Kay and Heather, despite having met only minutes ago, exchanged a glance that very plainly stated that someone out there hated them.
That is how I know you go on...
"Are you telling me that in a world filled with crazy rabid little creatures that we're fighting with crazy rabid little creatures of our own - no offense," she told the raft's helpful pusher, as Kay's Wooper cheerfully wooped a response, "you're seriously telling me that we're going to reenact the Titanic and die from an iceberg?!"
"We won't die!" Kay said bravely. "After all, I--"
-- Believe that the heart does go on~! the music contributed helpfully. Heather switched her glare to Kay, who very quickly shook her head and waved her hands in a somewhat frantic manner.
"Actually, I was going to say that I think we're all too young and cute to die--"
Once more, you opeeeeen the dooooooor~!
"... and if this is the movie version, we'll live because--"
You're here in my heart, and MY HEART WILL GO ON AND OOOON--
"STOP INTERRUPTING MY SPEECH!" Kay snapped. "I'm trying to give a good dramatic one to stir up hope and I can't do that while you're making a love scene out of it!"
LovewaswhenIlovedyouonetruetimeIholdto the song continued very quickly, and when both girls growled under their breaths, that was about the time the valiant Woodpile struck the iceberg and sent Heather flying into the water.
Miraculously, the raft itself was fine.
"Hang on!" Luke cried, scrambling to grab Heather's hands as she popped to the surface, coughing and sputtering. "You mustn't succumb!"
"D-dammit!!" Heather's teeth were already chattering. "It's so fucking cold--"
Kay also reached out to grasp her hands, eyes locked on hers. "Listen. You're going to get out of here. You're going to go on and make lots of babies--"
"Don't want 'em."
"... You're going to go on and make lots of money."
"Better."
"You're going to die an old lady snug in her bed, while I have an awesome death saving a city or something with explosions, just like a hero--"
Heather coughed. Rhode had lost the fight to maintain a straight face, but between Celine Dion wailing about hearts and the rain, no one heard her laughter.
"Right, old lady, bed," Kay added. "But not here." She narrowed her eyes, continuing fiercely, "Not this night!"
YOOOOOOOU'RE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE
THERE'S NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTHING I FEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR
Kay missed decent theme music already.
"Promise me you'll survive," she said, while a part of her marveled at just how similar this sounded to a certain movie. "That you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise."
"Uh..." Heather stared at her oddly. "My name's Heather. But uh, I promise."
"Nice to meet you!" Kay beamed. And then, more solemnly, "Never let go."
Heather nodded just as solemnly, and they stared into each other's eyes with the earnestness generally shared between two lovers. "I'll never let go, Jack."
"It's Kay, actually!"
"Oh! Bet you've never got that one before!"
"Nope, but there's a first time for everything! So, does this mean one of us is doomed to sink to the bottom of the ocean now?"
"Pfffffft, no. We're ten times cooler than Leonardo DiCaprio." And to prove her point, Heather straightened to reveal that the water was only just creeping up past her waist.
Luke breathed a sigh of relief. Rhode's laughter had her gasping for air. Kay decided that they were indeed much cooler than any celebrity just then, and helped her new friend back onto the raft.
Celine Dion sang them back, much to their chagrin.
However, this is not about introspection or angst, this is something that came to mind after Kay and Heather met and Titanic was mentioned.
So I bring to you, the rescue of Luke and Rhode and the voyage of the Good Ship Woodpile.
Titanic-style. (At 2:30 in the morning.)
You may now proceed to murder me.
The rain was pouring down in sheets (or blankets, Kay thought, heavy, smothering blankets that were trying to drown you ), but the shivering occupants on the rickety raft had bigger things to worry about than the weather.
First was the giant iceberg that had appeared out of nowhere and had prompted Heather to swear at it in such a manner that Luke was regarding her in horrified awe and Rhode had her hands pressed to her mouth (ostensibly to mask her own horror, but really just trying to mask her amusement).
Second was the muffled background music that had somehow swelled into what was most definitely the vocal prowess of Celine Dion.
Every night in my dreams, I see you, I feel you...
Kay and Heather, despite having met only minutes ago, exchanged a glance that very plainly stated that someone out there hated them.
That is how I know you go on...
"Are you telling me that in a world filled with crazy rabid little creatures that we're fighting with crazy rabid little creatures of our own - no offense," she told the raft's helpful pusher, as Kay's Wooper cheerfully wooped a response, "you're seriously telling me that we're going to reenact the Titanic and die from an iceberg?!"
"We won't die!" Kay said bravely. "After all, I--"
-- Believe that the heart does go on~! the music contributed helpfully. Heather switched her glare to Kay, who very quickly shook her head and waved her hands in a somewhat frantic manner.
"Actually, I was going to say that I think we're all too young and cute to die--"
Once more, you opeeeeen the dooooooor~!
"... and if this is the movie version, we'll live because--"
You're here in my heart, and MY HEART WILL GO ON AND OOOON--
"STOP INTERRUPTING MY SPEECH!" Kay snapped. "I'm trying to give a good dramatic one to stir up hope and I can't do that while you're making a love scene out of it!"
LovewaswhenIlovedyouonetruetimeIholdto the song continued very quickly, and when both girls growled under their breaths, that was about the time the valiant Woodpile struck the iceberg and sent Heather flying into the water.
Miraculously, the raft itself was fine.
"Hang on!" Luke cried, scrambling to grab Heather's hands as she popped to the surface, coughing and sputtering. "You mustn't succumb!"
"D-dammit!!" Heather's teeth were already chattering. "It's so fucking cold--"
Kay also reached out to grasp her hands, eyes locked on hers. "Listen. You're going to get out of here. You're going to go on and make lots of babies--"
"Don't want 'em."
"... You're going to go on and make lots of money."
"Better."
"You're going to die an old lady snug in her bed, while I have an awesome death saving a city or something with explosions, just like a hero--"
Heather coughed. Rhode had lost the fight to maintain a straight face, but between Celine Dion wailing about hearts and the rain, no one heard her laughter.
"Right, old lady, bed," Kay added. "But not here." She narrowed her eyes, continuing fiercely, "Not this night!"
YOOOOOOOU'RE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE
THERE'S NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTHING I FEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR
Kay missed decent theme music already.
"Promise me you'll survive," she said, while a part of her marveled at just how similar this sounded to a certain movie. "That you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise."
"Uh..." Heather stared at her oddly. "My name's Heather. But uh, I promise."
"Nice to meet you!" Kay beamed. And then, more solemnly, "Never let go."
Heather nodded just as solemnly, and they stared into each other's eyes with the earnestness generally shared between two lovers. "I'll never let go, Jack."
"It's Kay, actually!"
"Oh! Bet you've never got that one before!"
"Nope, but there's a first time for everything! So, does this mean one of us is doomed to sink to the bottom of the ocean now?"
"Pfffffft, no. We're ten times cooler than Leonardo DiCaprio." And to prove her point, Heather straightened to reveal that the water was only just creeping up past her waist.
Luke breathed a sigh of relief. Rhode's laughter had her gasping for air. Kay decided that they were indeed much cooler than any celebrity just then, and helped her new friend back onto the raft.
Celine Dion sang them back, much to their chagrin.