Angst, Fluff, and Inferno
This entry is part 48 of 51 in the series 365 Challenge
Let's take the third first. Overhauling the story from inferno, aka "Dowse and Bleed," left me feeling drained and exhausted, but it's out to beta and may she not find any more structural issues that need addressing. For that matter, may I not!
On angst: I write a lot of it. I know that. I've ( Read more... )
It was a soft humming that stopped Ricki in her tracks at the department store. She turned toward the sound and stood on her toes to see better. Could she glimpse someone familiar?
He could be anywhere in the store with her hearing but she looked anyway. The genetic experimentation that had destroyed her childhood had also given her enhanced senses and many whom she loved. They called her Keeper. They sang that song, the lullaby she’d remembered as a little girl to comfort them.
Straining, she could hear him... that way and changed directions abruptly. Past the women’s clothing department and the shoes towards the books, and then she saw Brushfire. Without stopping to ask any questions-do you remember? why are you here?-Ricki crossed the short distance to hug him hard.
The song stopped, but it was him, really him, and he pulled her back to look at her. She saw ( ... )
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I think I am starting to be a sucker for reunion pieces, too, not just pillows...
And, of course, I have questions, as usual. Not sure I should ask them all, because I kind of want to see that moment with the remembered lullaby, but that's probably more angsty than fluffy, too.
Was Brushfire on Cate and Lightsculpt's team, too?
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This can be fic sometime? Please?
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It doesn't have to be one you do right away. I'd just like to see what would make him/them stay when they could have gone.
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“Why did you stay?” Ricki asked as she propped her chin on her hands to see his face better.
Brushfire shrugged, hand still caught in her hair. It had been so long since they could find a grassy park and just be there together, finding shapes in the clouds, sharing their worries and cares of leadership, and simply... talked.
“It needed doing.”
She sat up, pulled away, not sure she wanted to hear the rest, but his hand on her wrist stopped her.
“You know my team was tasked with stopping genetic experimentation.”
She started to reply, but he pressed on.
“Burn’s mother was our admin.”
That stopped her.
Brushfire shook his head and let her go, certain now she wouldn’t leave if he did. “We weren’t the only victims.”
She wanted to shake her head, fight him over it, but he was right. He was right. She brooded for a moment, then rolled over to lay her ( ... )
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I do have more questions, but I can save them for later.
He didn't promise her, though...
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