Fic: Hearts in Seawater [Chapter Two]
Hearts in Seawater
Fandom: Glee AU
In this chapter:
Pairing: Dave/Kurt
Rating: T
Word Count: 1,198
Summary: David is a pirate and a lone shipwreck survivor, at the mercy of a mysterious, beautiful boy.
Notes: Here we are again! I hope you liked the first chapter, even if it was short. My writing skills are (very) rusty, I'm afraid! :(
One | Two | Three | Four
Chapter Two: The Boy
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Pale dawn bloomed on the horizon. David was roused by a sound that crept through the heavy darkness of sleep; a sweet, lovely sound, like the delicious trickle of a fresh spring or the nonsensical courtship of birds. Dave realised it was singing. There was somebody there with him, and they were singing.
He cracked open an eye, very slowly. For the first time he managed to take stock of where he had been surreptitiously moved to during his unconsciousness. He was lying beneath some sort of shelter that had been formed naturally from large leaves and branches, right where the forest met the beach.
A figure was crouched over him, humming a strange song that seemed to have no particular melody. David had never heard anything so enchanting in his life. He chose to lay motionless in the sand, feigning sleep, feeling blissful, boneless and pleasantly numb in the presence of this intriguing island creature. He watched as the figure - who was human in appearance - took a handful of crushed leaves and pressed them carefully on the gaping wound on his leg. More leaves were used to bind the gash and hold the medicine in place. As the weak light of morning grew stronger, the features of David's mysterious guardian were picked out in pale yellow. David risked another secretive look through barely opened eyelids, and saw that the stranger was a boy. A boy, he thought, though he did not look much younger than David himself, crouched down and singing quietly as he tended to the other cuts and abrasions on his body. The boy's brown hair flopped over eyes that were a pale and clever blue. Full, pink lips formed the wordless melody of his song as he busied himself with his work. David noted with profound discomfort that the boy was as naked as the day he was born, but for a rope of seashells knotted together with rough twine hanging about his neck. His skin was smooth, pale, and unblemished, apparently untouched by the intense sun and the wild island weather. David found that as he observed the delicate stranger that his discomfort was replaced by an entirely different set of emotions. Colour rose in his cheeks and heat coiled mischievously in his gut. Had he not been as weak as a baby, he would have already snared his prey swiftly before it had a chance to escape. Brief and lusty encounters were what this pirate lived for. But, for now, he decided he would simply lie there, watch, and be tended to.
The boy reached behind him and produced a large, chipped porcelain bowl. How he'd come to own such a thing in the middle of the ocean puzzled David, but these thoughts were hastily pushed aside when the bowl was brought to his lips and cool, fresh water drizzled down his bone-dry throat. Abandoning the pretence of sleep, he seized the bowl eagerly and drank deeply. The boy skittered backwards, startled. David finished the water in moments, sighing gratefully, and then held the empty bowl out to the boy. 'More,' he panted, licking his lips.
The boy gazed at him uncertainly with limpid eyes. He ran his fingers through the sand at his feet, then cocked his head and rested a cheek on his bent knees, looking at David shyly from beneath his eyelashes.
'More... please. I'm still very thirsty,' continued David gently, gesturing with the bowl in his hand. 'Please.'
The boy took the bowl and backed out of the shelter. He seemed to have understood, David thought with relief. Now all he needed was something to eat.
Not long after, the boy returned with the bowl brimming with fresh water. David drank. When he had finished, the boy took the bowl and left, returning with it full again. Back and forth he went, and with each drink David felt himself being slowly rejuvenated. The boy then brought a bundle of food wrapped in thick dark leaves. There were some ripe fruits, a mixture of nuts that had fallen from a tree, and a slimy fish that appeared to have had its head pounded in with a rock. David felt somewhat relieved that the fish wasn't meant for him; the boy picked it up and tore a chunk out of its belly with small pearly teeth, then proceeded to chew wetly while staring at David with quiet interest.
David reached for one of the fruits with an aching arm, but they had been placed a little too far from his grasp. He groaned in frustration. The rising sun was already beginning to bake the island, the air under the shelter becoming uncomfortably close and hot. Sweat broke out on David's forehead and ran into his eyes.
The boy put down his half-eaten fish and crawled towards David on hands and knees. He picked up one of the fruits and dug out a lump of its dark red flesh with his fingernails, then knelt beside David's head and gently lowered the food into the pirate's waiting mouth. David chewed it and swallowed. The fruit was juicy but peppered with bitter seeds. The boy repeated the action of tearing a piece from the fruit and feeding it to him. David felt like an infant bird, helpless and hungry. The boy sat above him, a sweetly tender expression playing across his face. His seashell necklace dangled in and out of David's eye-line and he watched it, fascinated. Sunlight dappled the boy's smooth shoulders, his sandy thighs, his careful hands. Cool fingers brushed David's lips and he struck out his tongue to taste them; he was rewarded with the tang of sea salt, as well as the juice of the fruit, and the blackening blood of the fish.
After finishing the rest of the food the boy had brought him, David relaxed as best he could, sated. A little of his strength had returned. Very soon, he thought optimistically, he would be able to get up and explore the island.
The boy crawled out of the shelter, taking his porcelain bowl with him. David suddenly spied his little knife - the one he had dropped the previous night - clutched in the boy's palm.
'Hey,' he croaked, struggling to push himself upright in the slippery sand, 'you give that back!'
The boy glanced at David briefly before darting out and across the beach, white sand arcing behind his every footfall, before swiftly vanishing from of sight.
'That was mine, you know!' yelled David, flopping onto his back with an angry sigh. But then, he supposed, the boy had saved his life. A small knife was hardly a decent exchange for a deed as great as that.
'Oh... never mind. You can keep it!' shouted David reluctantly, not knowing whether the boy was still in earshot. Tiredness was stealing over him once more. He needed to rest. He let the sultry heat of the morning settle over him, and his eyelids began to flutter closed. Over the relentless roar of the waves he heard that voice again, light and beautiful. He smiled, and allowed the song to lull him into a peaceful doze.
Next Chapter: Name
Fandom: Glee AU
In this chapter:
Pairing: Dave/Kurt
Rating: T
Word Count: 1,198
Summary: David is a pirate and a lone shipwreck survivor, at the mercy of a mysterious, beautiful boy.
Notes: Here we are again! I hope you liked the first chapter, even if it was short. My writing skills are (very) rusty, I'm afraid! :(
One | Two | Three | Four
Chapter Two: The Boy
~~~
Pale dawn bloomed on the horizon. David was roused by a sound that crept through the heavy darkness of sleep; a sweet, lovely sound, like the delicious trickle of a fresh spring or the nonsensical courtship of birds. Dave realised it was singing. There was somebody there with him, and they were singing.
He cracked open an eye, very slowly. For the first time he managed to take stock of where he had been surreptitiously moved to during his unconsciousness. He was lying beneath some sort of shelter that had been formed naturally from large leaves and branches, right where the forest met the beach.
A figure was crouched over him, humming a strange song that seemed to have no particular melody. David had never heard anything so enchanting in his life. He chose to lay motionless in the sand, feigning sleep, feeling blissful, boneless and pleasantly numb in the presence of this intriguing island creature. He watched as the figure - who was human in appearance - took a handful of crushed leaves and pressed them carefully on the gaping wound on his leg. More leaves were used to bind the gash and hold the medicine in place. As the weak light of morning grew stronger, the features of David's mysterious guardian were picked out in pale yellow. David risked another secretive look through barely opened eyelids, and saw that the stranger was a boy. A boy, he thought, though he did not look much younger than David himself, crouched down and singing quietly as he tended to the other cuts and abrasions on his body. The boy's brown hair flopped over eyes that were a pale and clever blue. Full, pink lips formed the wordless melody of his song as he busied himself with his work. David noted with profound discomfort that the boy was as naked as the day he was born, but for a rope of seashells knotted together with rough twine hanging about his neck. His skin was smooth, pale, and unblemished, apparently untouched by the intense sun and the wild island weather. David found that as he observed the delicate stranger that his discomfort was replaced by an entirely different set of emotions. Colour rose in his cheeks and heat coiled mischievously in his gut. Had he not been as weak as a baby, he would have already snared his prey swiftly before it had a chance to escape. Brief and lusty encounters were what this pirate lived for. But, for now, he decided he would simply lie there, watch, and be tended to.
The boy reached behind him and produced a large, chipped porcelain bowl. How he'd come to own such a thing in the middle of the ocean puzzled David, but these thoughts were hastily pushed aside when the bowl was brought to his lips and cool, fresh water drizzled down his bone-dry throat. Abandoning the pretence of sleep, he seized the bowl eagerly and drank deeply. The boy skittered backwards, startled. David finished the water in moments, sighing gratefully, and then held the empty bowl out to the boy. 'More,' he panted, licking his lips.
The boy gazed at him uncertainly with limpid eyes. He ran his fingers through the sand at his feet, then cocked his head and rested a cheek on his bent knees, looking at David shyly from beneath his eyelashes.
'More... please. I'm still very thirsty,' continued David gently, gesturing with the bowl in his hand. 'Please.'
The boy took the bowl and backed out of the shelter. He seemed to have understood, David thought with relief. Now all he needed was something to eat.
Not long after, the boy returned with the bowl brimming with fresh water. David drank. When he had finished, the boy took the bowl and left, returning with it full again. Back and forth he went, and with each drink David felt himself being slowly rejuvenated. The boy then brought a bundle of food wrapped in thick dark leaves. There were some ripe fruits, a mixture of nuts that had fallen from a tree, and a slimy fish that appeared to have had its head pounded in with a rock. David felt somewhat relieved that the fish wasn't meant for him; the boy picked it up and tore a chunk out of its belly with small pearly teeth, then proceeded to chew wetly while staring at David with quiet interest.
David reached for one of the fruits with an aching arm, but they had been placed a little too far from his grasp. He groaned in frustration. The rising sun was already beginning to bake the island, the air under the shelter becoming uncomfortably close and hot. Sweat broke out on David's forehead and ran into his eyes.
The boy put down his half-eaten fish and crawled towards David on hands and knees. He picked up one of the fruits and dug out a lump of its dark red flesh with his fingernails, then knelt beside David's head and gently lowered the food into the pirate's waiting mouth. David chewed it and swallowed. The fruit was juicy but peppered with bitter seeds. The boy repeated the action of tearing a piece from the fruit and feeding it to him. David felt like an infant bird, helpless and hungry. The boy sat above him, a sweetly tender expression playing across his face. His seashell necklace dangled in and out of David's eye-line and he watched it, fascinated. Sunlight dappled the boy's smooth shoulders, his sandy thighs, his careful hands. Cool fingers brushed David's lips and he struck out his tongue to taste them; he was rewarded with the tang of sea salt, as well as the juice of the fruit, and the blackening blood of the fish.
After finishing the rest of the food the boy had brought him, David relaxed as best he could, sated. A little of his strength had returned. Very soon, he thought optimistically, he would be able to get up and explore the island.
The boy crawled out of the shelter, taking his porcelain bowl with him. David suddenly spied his little knife - the one he had dropped the previous night - clutched in the boy's palm.
'Hey,' he croaked, struggling to push himself upright in the slippery sand, 'you give that back!'
The boy glanced at David briefly before darting out and across the beach, white sand arcing behind his every footfall, before swiftly vanishing from of sight.
'That was mine, you know!' yelled David, flopping onto his back with an angry sigh. But then, he supposed, the boy had saved his life. A small knife was hardly a decent exchange for a deed as great as that.
'Oh... never mind. You can keep it!' shouted David reluctantly, not knowing whether the boy was still in earshot. Tiredness was stealing over him once more. He needed to rest. He let the sultry heat of the morning settle over him, and his eyelids began to flutter closed. Over the relentless roar of the waves he heard that voice again, light and beautiful. He smiled, and allowed the song to lull him into a peaceful doze.
Next Chapter: Name