This is the miraculous thing -- not the briny air that he gasps into his lungs or the sun overhead or the waves bobbing beneath him -- but the fact that he resurfaces. He'd triggered the reaction, blown out his other body's heart. Closed his eyes. Fallen. (Just there, on the periphery, on the backs of his eyelids, is the flash of the console counting down seconds.)
And he still woke up.
He sits up, coughing. Dots scatter and blur across his vision as his oxygen-deprived brain tries to focus.
Where is she?He turns too fast looking for her pod, his body protesting. Pulse hammering his head like an anvil. He still doesn't slow or stop until he spots her floating just a hundred feet away. Gripping the side of his own pod for balance, he manages to half-yell her name. By his hip, the built-in comm chirps
( ... )
(Karen, writing this was so ridiculous, I feel like I just handed you macaroni artwork and am asking you to put it up on the fridge. HERE IS THING, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.)
One of my favorite things about Raleigh is that it's so easy to read him through the way he reacts to her, ngl. Thank you, and thanks so much for reading! :-D
Ahhh!!! What a lovely piece, I definitely agree with the others about how you wrote Mako's perspective when her O2 was running out - and because Raleigh knows it, felt it. UGH THESE TWO KILL ME. Yes, good. ILU.
He wakes up.
This is the miraculous thing -- not the briny air that he gasps into his lungs or the sun overhead or the waves bobbing beneath him -- but the fact that he resurfaces. He'd triggered the reaction, blown out his other body's heart. Closed his eyes. Fallen. (Just there, on the periphery, on the backs of his eyelids, is the flash of the console counting down seconds.)
And he still woke up.
He sits up, coughing. Dots scatter and blur across his vision as his oxygen-deprived brain tries to focus.
Where is she?He turns too fast looking for her pod, his body protesting. Pulse hammering his head like an anvil. He still doesn't slow or stop until he spots her floating just a hundred feet away. Gripping the side of his own pod for balance, he manages to half-yell her name. By his hip, the built-in comm chirps ( ... )
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