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[June-22-06] remnants
Title: remnants
Challenge: 22nd June / silhouette of your wings
Series: Neon Genesis Evangelion, post-EoE
Character/Pairing: Shinji/Asuka
Rating: G
Water rippled, brilliant red. Shinji hesitated to call it water. It looked too alien, smelled too much like blood and fading sense of self. It looked too much like the remains of a world he saw somewhere in his incredibly charmed---ah, yes, as Asuka often said, he was the special one, hah---life. He scooped up a handful, drank, and filled a tin can with the red water-LCL-blood. What he could gather in a day would go a long way into helping Asuka recover. And when it came down to that, she recovered remarkably.
Asuka said her eyesight might not recover. The remaining eye was, somehow, like a representative of the world accusing him. He figured she was lucky to recover at all, after seeing her Eva being torn apart between those things. ("What is it like, being eaten?") She didn't want to remember. ("Shut up, idiot. Shut up and get me some water, and not this gunk, find something cleaner.")
Shinji tried to hold the can steady, hoping it wouldn't spill as he made his way down GeoFront's battered incline. Perhaps, one day, they'd be climbing up to whatever happened to the real world instead of being here, but Asuka wasn't ready to make that climb. And if she wasn't, he wasn't.
It wasn't like he loved her. ("Do I love you?") It wasn't even part of the equation. ("No, you don't. I woke up beside you because I was closest to you, at the time, and you were feeling pretty damned guilty. Get a grip.")
("This is sick.")
It didn't change the fact that he chose the rest of the world.
("You know, that was pretty silly. You could've been God. But then again, God's Wondergirlblob lying over there on the horizon, so I guess it's lucky us, huh?")
For a short time, he had wings. To understand everything and have everyone understand him. Now he was stuck with a dead god, a decaying world, and a girl who was doing everything to make him feel bad. Still, it was what he chose. And maybe she had a point : he almost killed her. And yet, awkward terrible days had somehow turned into rote-and-routine daily life. Shock at seeing the sea of red, frustration and anger at how he always managed to mess something up. Both numbed, turned into a strange sort of compliant acceptance.
He was walking back to Asuka. Maybe she would be walking around, trying to flex her legs. Maybe she would be sitting by the campfire, or paying respects to the graves. Maybe she would do nothing at all, but she'd always give him a disparagaing quip or two when he got back. This, too, had somehow entered Shinji's new laws of physics. A constant.
He thought about that, and Rei and Kaworu, and Father and Mother. And while still holding the can, Shinji thought that was walking, but he still had the remnants of wings to fly.
I haven't written fic for a long time, it sounds so pretentious. ._. And infodumpy, too. I hope the cut works?
Challenge: 22nd June / silhouette of your wings
Series: Neon Genesis Evangelion, post-EoE
Character/Pairing: Shinji/Asuka
Rating: G
Water rippled, brilliant red. Shinji hesitated to call it water. It looked too alien, smelled too much like blood and fading sense of self. It looked too much like the remains of a world he saw somewhere in his incredibly charmed---ah, yes, as Asuka often said, he was the special one, hah---life. He scooped up a handful, drank, and filled a tin can with the red water-LCL-blood. What he could gather in a day would go a long way into helping Asuka recover. And when it came down to that, she recovered remarkably.
Asuka said her eyesight might not recover. The remaining eye was, somehow, like a representative of the world accusing him. He figured she was lucky to recover at all, after seeing her Eva being torn apart between those things. ("What is it like, being eaten?") She didn't want to remember. ("Shut up, idiot. Shut up and get me some water, and not this gunk, find something cleaner.")
Shinji tried to hold the can steady, hoping it wouldn't spill as he made his way down GeoFront's battered incline. Perhaps, one day, they'd be climbing up to whatever happened to the real world instead of being here, but Asuka wasn't ready to make that climb. And if she wasn't, he wasn't.
It wasn't like he loved her. ("Do I love you?") It wasn't even part of the equation. ("No, you don't. I woke up beside you because I was closest to you, at the time, and you were feeling pretty damned guilty. Get a grip.")
("This is sick.")
It didn't change the fact that he chose the rest of the world.
("You know, that was pretty silly. You could've been God. But then again, God's Wondergirlblob lying over there on the horizon, so I guess it's lucky us, huh?")
For a short time, he had wings. To understand everything and have everyone understand him. Now he was stuck with a dead god, a decaying world, and a girl who was doing everything to make him feel bad. Still, it was what he chose. And maybe she had a point : he almost killed her. And yet, awkward terrible days had somehow turned into rote-and-routine daily life. Shock at seeing the sea of red, frustration and anger at how he always managed to mess something up. Both numbed, turned into a strange sort of compliant acceptance.
He was walking back to Asuka. Maybe she would be walking around, trying to flex her legs. Maybe she would be sitting by the campfire, or paying respects to the graves. Maybe she would do nothing at all, but she'd always give him a disparagaing quip or two when he got back. This, too, had somehow entered Shinji's new laws of physics. A constant.
He thought about that, and Rei and Kaworu, and Father and Mother. And while still holding the can, Shinji thought that was walking, but he still had the remnants of wings to fly.
I haven't written fic for a long time, it sounds so pretentious. ._. And infodumpy, too. I hope the cut works?