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[May 11] [Pacific Rim] From Inside
Title: From Inside
Day/Theme: 11. gumusservi (moonlight shining on water)
Series: Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hermann/Newt
Rating: part 11 of 31,
It wasn't midnight yet, because the moon was still up and the Kara Sea in the distance glimmered silver in the dark. Hermann took them both out to the emergency landing pad. The breeze was cold on their wet faces, but it felt good to breath it in. Hermann took Newt's hands and set them on the railing, then nestled into his back, wrapping arms around him and setting his chin on his shoulder. It was much like they had stood the night the new Breach opened.
"There," Hermann said, and they actually did relax for a few minutes.
"We can't both leave," Newt said after a few minutes. He sniffled a little. "Neither of us can. They, they need us both."
"Exactly," Hermann said. Newt shuddered.
"I don't want to be the thing that brings us all down," he said. Hermann knew better than assure him that he wouldn't. He just hugged him tighter.
"It used to be the ocean they hid in," Newt went on. "Now I think it's me." He jerked his head at the shining water, refusing to let go of the railing. "All mercury-quicksilver-pretty on top and bad things on the way from the bottom. That's what it feels like, Herm." His voice broke again. "That's what the inside of my head is like."
"For how long?"
"Since about an hour after La Oroya opened." The breeze was too icy now and he wasn't sure if he had lost feeling in his fingers from the cold rail or from the deathgrip he had on it. He turned to curl against Hermann's stomach, clutching his coat instead. "I thought maybe you felt it too since, you know, we didn't speak to each other that whole day after."
"I'm sorry," Hermann said. "I was putting in all the new data and you seemed as excited as ever about the new samples. I didn't pick up anything like that-"
"I'm glad." Newt stood up to hide his face against Hermann's neck. "I don't want you to. Maybe they won't get you."
"I'm not going to let them have you either," Hermann said, running hands over his back to calm him. It didn't work.
"They're already in, man!" Newt protested. He pulled back to wave his arms. "The call is coming from inside the house! You can't get to where they are!"
"Can't I?" hissed Hermann, suddenly fierce. His bloodied eye lit up bright and battle-ready and he leaned in so close their foreheads were touching . Newt felt a throb in his own eye as it widened. "Drift Compatible, remember? You've hurt yourself trying to carry this alone and I. Will not. Have it. And! If they are trying to take you from me?" Hermann's normally grumpy face pulled into a tooth-bared grimace. He looked dangerous and his voice fell to wrathful growl. "No."
"Oh," said Newt, taken aback. Hermann crushed him in a kiss that left teeth indents on his mouth and railing marks on his back. It shut down every part of him that could feel the cold or be aware of the future. It stole all the air from his lungs so that when Hermann released him to ask how long it had taken him to build his PONS device, all Newt could do was wheeze.
"No matter," Hermann said, pulling him back toward the door. "With both of us working, we can have it finished by morning."
"But," Newt was still giddy and flustered and not doing a very good job of being his cane. "I don't want to give them access to you-"
"Neither do they," Hermann muttered, dark and murderous again. There was something threatening under his surface too, Newt realized and it thrilled him to think that it was there for him. "I promise you that."
Day/Theme: 11. gumusservi (moonlight shining on water)
Series: Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hermann/Newt
Rating: part 11 of 31,
It wasn't midnight yet, because the moon was still up and the Kara Sea in the distance glimmered silver in the dark. Hermann took them both out to the emergency landing pad. The breeze was cold on their wet faces, but it felt good to breath it in. Hermann took Newt's hands and set them on the railing, then nestled into his back, wrapping arms around him and setting his chin on his shoulder. It was much like they had stood the night the new Breach opened.
"There," Hermann said, and they actually did relax for a few minutes.
"We can't both leave," Newt said after a few minutes. He sniffled a little. "Neither of us can. They, they need us both."
"Exactly," Hermann said. Newt shuddered.
"I don't want to be the thing that brings us all down," he said. Hermann knew better than assure him that he wouldn't. He just hugged him tighter.
"It used to be the ocean they hid in," Newt went on. "Now I think it's me." He jerked his head at the shining water, refusing to let go of the railing. "All mercury-quicksilver-pretty on top and bad things on the way from the bottom. That's what it feels like, Herm." His voice broke again. "That's what the inside of my head is like."
"For how long?"
"Since about an hour after La Oroya opened." The breeze was too icy now and he wasn't sure if he had lost feeling in his fingers from the cold rail or from the deathgrip he had on it. He turned to curl against Hermann's stomach, clutching his coat instead. "I thought maybe you felt it too since, you know, we didn't speak to each other that whole day after."
"I'm sorry," Hermann said. "I was putting in all the new data and you seemed as excited as ever about the new samples. I didn't pick up anything like that-"
"I'm glad." Newt stood up to hide his face against Hermann's neck. "I don't want you to. Maybe they won't get you."
"I'm not going to let them have you either," Hermann said, running hands over his back to calm him. It didn't work.
"They're already in, man!" Newt protested. He pulled back to wave his arms. "The call is coming from inside the house! You can't get to where they are!"
"Can't I?" hissed Hermann, suddenly fierce. His bloodied eye lit up bright and battle-ready and he leaned in so close their foreheads were touching . Newt felt a throb in his own eye as it widened. "Drift Compatible, remember? You've hurt yourself trying to carry this alone and I. Will not. Have it. And! If they are trying to take you from me?" Hermann's normally grumpy face pulled into a tooth-bared grimace. He looked dangerous and his voice fell to wrathful growl. "No."
"Oh," said Newt, taken aback. Hermann crushed him in a kiss that left teeth indents on his mouth and railing marks on his back. It shut down every part of him that could feel the cold or be aware of the future. It stole all the air from his lungs so that when Hermann released him to ask how long it had taken him to build his PONS device, all Newt could do was wheeze.
"No matter," Hermann said, pulling him back toward the door. "With both of us working, we can have it finished by morning."
"But," Newt was still giddy and flustered and not doing a very good job of being his cane. "I don't want to give them access to you-"
"Neither do they," Hermann muttered, dark and murderous again. There was something threatening under his surface too, Newt realized and it thrilled him to think that it was there for him. "I promise you that."