winter work: memories 2
The little AU: Winter Work: Memories 2
slashfairy
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They each have a different path to today. No one's got quite the same steps when they retrace how they ended up here. It's all right. They're learning to live with that, the difference in how they remember days, hours, moments, years.
Still, there are tokens that bring up specific moments for all of them.
There's a photograph of the three of them that surfaces from time to time, usually implying that they, these three slightly disreputable longhaired men, are meeting in a coffee shop someplace preparatory to a threesome in a middle-of-the-road hotel someplace. Actually it's from some chance coffee-shop meeting at a hotel for publicity for Rings- the tea was bad, the coffee weak, the beer cold, but the friendship warm and good and strong, and that's all that mattered.
There're the bracelets they've each had from time to time that break when their time is up. Vig keeps his, recycles the beads into things he makes, little sculptures and altars around the house. Orli keeps his, recycles the beads onto other necklaces or into the hand-thrown little pot on his dresser where he sifts them like precious stones sometimes, meditating. Karl keeps his in a tin that used to hold mints of some kind, like treasures, like irreplaceable jewels of great value.
There're odd cards, and strange, silly trinkets they've picked up on their travels for each other. Sometimes there are brochures or fliers or programs from events only one of them's been at but thinks one or both of the others would have enjoyed. There're books, and magazines, records... odds and ends, really.
Tokens.
Each one heralds something, a journey of some kind, through time and space from then to now.
They never throw them out. The paths to today may be different, but the tokens among them make up a heart's-mosaic that leads directly to where they are: happy with each other, no matter what.
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slashfairy
G
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They each have a different path to today. No one's got quite the same steps when they retrace how they ended up here. It's all right. They're learning to live with that, the difference in how they remember days, hours, moments, years.
Still, there are tokens that bring up specific moments for all of them.
There's a photograph of the three of them that surfaces from time to time, usually implying that they, these three slightly disreputable longhaired men, are meeting in a coffee shop someplace preparatory to a threesome in a middle-of-the-road hotel someplace. Actually it's from some chance coffee-shop meeting at a hotel for publicity for Rings- the tea was bad, the coffee weak, the beer cold, but the friendship warm and good and strong, and that's all that mattered.
There're the bracelets they've each had from time to time that break when their time is up. Vig keeps his, recycles the beads into things he makes, little sculptures and altars around the house. Orli keeps his, recycles the beads onto other necklaces or into the hand-thrown little pot on his dresser where he sifts them like precious stones sometimes, meditating. Karl keeps his in a tin that used to hold mints of some kind, like treasures, like irreplaceable jewels of great value.
There're odd cards, and strange, silly trinkets they've picked up on their travels for each other. Sometimes there are brochures or fliers or programs from events only one of them's been at but thinks one or both of the others would have enjoyed. There're books, and magazines, records... odds and ends, really.
Tokens.
Each one heralds something, a journey of some kind, through time and space from then to now.
They never throw them out. The paths to today may be different, but the tokens among them make up a heart's-mosaic that leads directly to where they are: happy with each other, no matter what.
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