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[Oct. 11] [Clover] Stop
Title: Stop
Day/Theme: Oct. 11: I know how furiously your heart is beating
Series: Clover (AU)
Character/Pairing: Gingetsu/Ran
Rating: G
An excerpt from the Thelma & Louise AU, evidently. When I meant to do space opera--!
*
It was drizzling when they landed at the rest stop, thundering when they emerged from the building at ground level. The rain on their faces made Ran wide-eyed and quietly riotous. He stood for a minute like an animal about to bolt, then dropped to a crouch on the sidewalk and tugged on the laces of his sneakers.
A distant siren wailed. Gingetsu raised his head, but the alarm dwindled into its own ululations, moving away from their position, inbound, toward the city. If and when pursuers came they would come unannounced, in any case. The parked aircar sat waiting, packed with suitcases and the oversized medical kit. He watched Ran's fingers trip over sodden knots.
"What are you doing," he said.
"Taking these off?"
The answer was muffled by Ran's knees. It was understandable--Gingetsu could understand the ends, but.
"There's broken glass."
In the course of four years Ran had learned his share of voiceless responses. He looked backward and up through streaks of fringe the color of oxidized silver. His hair had aged faster than the rest of him, so much so that in another month, if there would be another month, it might fade as white as old whiskers. Gingetsu subsided. He watched one shoe drop, then the other. The naked toes on wet concrete startled him in their paleness, their familiarity.
When Ran stood to walk he stepped at first as if on a high wire, as if the act of walking itself were paramount. Slowly his pace loosened, lengthened. He faced away from the building and broke into a run.
The sprint ended almost as soon as it had begun. He came back wetter than before and hobbling, not unsmiling. He said nothing about pain, as if pain were nothing worth mentioning. Gingetsu held out his shoes and led him toward the car.
*
Day/Theme: Oct. 11: I know how furiously your heart is beating
Series: Clover (AU)
Character/Pairing: Gingetsu/Ran
Rating: G
An excerpt from the Thelma & Louise AU, evidently. When I meant to do space opera--!
*
It was drizzling when they landed at the rest stop, thundering when they emerged from the building at ground level. The rain on their faces made Ran wide-eyed and quietly riotous. He stood for a minute like an animal about to bolt, then dropped to a crouch on the sidewalk and tugged on the laces of his sneakers.
A distant siren wailed. Gingetsu raised his head, but the alarm dwindled into its own ululations, moving away from their position, inbound, toward the city. If and when pursuers came they would come unannounced, in any case. The parked aircar sat waiting, packed with suitcases and the oversized medical kit. He watched Ran's fingers trip over sodden knots.
"What are you doing," he said.
"Taking these off?"
The answer was muffled by Ran's knees. It was understandable--Gingetsu could understand the ends, but.
"There's broken glass."
In the course of four years Ran had learned his share of voiceless responses. He looked backward and up through streaks of fringe the color of oxidized silver. His hair had aged faster than the rest of him, so much so that in another month, if there would be another month, it might fade as white as old whiskers. Gingetsu subsided. He watched one shoe drop, then the other. The naked toes on wet concrete startled him in their paleness, their familiarity.
When Ran stood to walk he stepped at first as if on a high wire, as if the act of walking itself were paramount. Slowly his pace loosened, lengthened. He faced away from the building and broke into a run.
The sprint ended almost as soon as it had begun. He came back wetter than before and hobbling, not unsmiling. He said nothing about pain, as if pain were nothing worth mentioning. Gingetsu held out his shoes and led him toward the car.
*