fic: rang de basanti, pg-13.
Here you go.
and then i met the third kind
fandom: rang de basanti
rating: pg-13
pairing: er, the ones in the film.
disclaimer: I do not own Rang De Basanti characters or events. I make no money.
notes: Spoilers for the film, obviously.
1.
She rests against his memory.
"Hey," she hears a voice say. "Get up. You have to leave for work."
"I don't want to," she mumbles against her pillow, imagining a warm hand nudging her shoulder. His hand.
"It's not about wanting, it's about responsibility," Ajay says with a laugh, lying next to her, staring at the roof. He then turns to look at her, his face serious. "You might meet someone."
"I don't want to," she whispers and then rolls around to face him, only to find one side of the bed empty, only his picture there on the bedside table.
It's been four years and he's still there, here. She gets up and leaves for work.
2.
They die as brothers.
As they lie there, vision blurring and blood making a pool beneath them, they're both praying, but to different gods. Secretly they both hope it's the same deity. Same end that they'll reach together.
Their hands are touching but not clutching, not in the physical sense of the word, but it feels like that doesn't really matter.
They die as brothers, but maybe they were really brothers all along.
3.
They laughed on that moment and he could've sung, he would've sung, had he not been shot in the stomach. It hurt to laugh, it really hurt to laugh, but he'd endure it now because it was one of those moments he knew he'd like to look back on.
Sitting there with his friend, just two of them remaining, laughing before taken away, long years in prison. Yeah, it was worth the pain to laugh.
He thinks of Sue as the door opens, thinks that he wants her there, always. He knows things aren't going to be fine all of the sudden (Sukhi's dried blood covered by his own on his hands), but eventually, maybe.
It's that maybe they both die with.
4.
You don't go back to England. You could, you could get a better job with better pay, a bigger apartment and do something you've always wanted to do, go trekking in Norway or New Zealand. Anything, really.
But you stay, because with all its disadvantages, living in India has become the only way you know how to be. You can't fill your life with dance in England.
In a short eternity, everything changed and it's not possible to go back. It isn't a good thing or a bad thing, it's just how things went, for better or worse or both at the same time.
(Only in India can you hear a song he once sang on the radio.)
It's just the way this life happened to turn out.
and then i met the third kind
fandom: rang de basanti
rating: pg-13
pairing: er, the ones in the film.
disclaimer: I do not own Rang De Basanti characters or events. I make no money.
notes: Spoilers for the film, obviously.
1.
She rests against his memory.
"Hey," she hears a voice say. "Get up. You have to leave for work."
"I don't want to," she mumbles against her pillow, imagining a warm hand nudging her shoulder. His hand.
"It's not about wanting, it's about responsibility," Ajay says with a laugh, lying next to her, staring at the roof. He then turns to look at her, his face serious. "You might meet someone."
"I don't want to," she whispers and then rolls around to face him, only to find one side of the bed empty, only his picture there on the bedside table.
It's been four years and he's still there, here. She gets up and leaves for work.
2.
They die as brothers.
As they lie there, vision blurring and blood making a pool beneath them, they're both praying, but to different gods. Secretly they both hope it's the same deity. Same end that they'll reach together.
Their hands are touching but not clutching, not in the physical sense of the word, but it feels like that doesn't really matter.
They die as brothers, but maybe they were really brothers all along.
3.
They laughed on that moment and he could've sung, he would've sung, had he not been shot in the stomach. It hurt to laugh, it really hurt to laugh, but he'd endure it now because it was one of those moments he knew he'd like to look back on.
Sitting there with his friend, just two of them remaining, laughing before taken away, long years in prison. Yeah, it was worth the pain to laugh.
He thinks of Sue as the door opens, thinks that he wants her there, always. He knows things aren't going to be fine all of the sudden (Sukhi's dried blood covered by his own on his hands), but eventually, maybe.
It's that maybe they both die with.
4.
You don't go back to England. You could, you could get a better job with better pay, a bigger apartment and do something you've always wanted to do, go trekking in Norway or New Zealand. Anything, really.
But you stay, because with all its disadvantages, living in India has become the only way you know how to be. You can't fill your life with dance in England.
In a short eternity, everything changed and it's not possible to go back. It isn't a good thing or a bad thing, it's just how things went, for better or worse or both at the same time.
(Only in India can you hear a song he once sang on the radio.)
It's just the way this life happened to turn out.