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[February 6] [Brokeback Mountain] Once Upon a Time - 6
Title: Once Upon a Time - 6
Day/Theme: February 6th/The Spell That Cannot be Broken
Series: Brokeback Mountain
Character/Pairing: Jack Twist/Ennis del Mar
Rating: R
Chapter 6
The sparkling silver moon cast illusions from the slatted blinds. The evening moved with a rhythm only it could feel, a meaning only it could know. And though it was Junior's wedding night, the screaming winds told a different story, felt of a different union. Jack gripped the fragile old bed frame, aware of its every noise as though they flew from within him. Some did.
Ennis reached, groping, mind numbly yearning, body aching pain. Their couplings had a frantic tendency, but this went beyond that, a screaming moonlit need of stored up years.
No leaving, no leaving this time. It wasn't spoken, but it was acted, acted on the silver backs of clouds that knew the endless heights, acted in the shimmer of a multi-colored starlight that knew the fathomless depths.
The restless world ceased, inhaled as one.
It was a vow made long ago in the presence of nature, and nature would keep it.
Jack bent, breath hard. He felt his muscles tense, as wings might stretch to carry them. In that moment he was, in truth, caught up in the sky, blinded by white cloud.
Noise ceased to roll through the world, and rolled in him instead. His ears buzzed with sensation and silence.
Out of season, autumn thunder cracked, and nature knew itself consummated.
The spell that could not be broken, not by time or distance, not by hate or fear, felt itself cast for the very last time.
Day/Theme: February 6th/The Spell That Cannot be Broken
Series: Brokeback Mountain
Character/Pairing: Jack Twist/Ennis del Mar
Rating: R
Chapter 6
The sparkling silver moon cast illusions from the slatted blinds. The evening moved with a rhythm only it could feel, a meaning only it could know. And though it was Junior's wedding night, the screaming winds told a different story, felt of a different union. Jack gripped the fragile old bed frame, aware of its every noise as though they flew from within him. Some did.
Ennis reached, groping, mind numbly yearning, body aching pain. Their couplings had a frantic tendency, but this went beyond that, a screaming moonlit need of stored up years.
No leaving, no leaving this time. It wasn't spoken, but it was acted, acted on the silver backs of clouds that knew the endless heights, acted in the shimmer of a multi-colored starlight that knew the fathomless depths.
The restless world ceased, inhaled as one.
It was a vow made long ago in the presence of nature, and nature would keep it.
Jack bent, breath hard. He felt his muscles tense, as wings might stretch to carry them. In that moment he was, in truth, caught up in the sky, blinded by white cloud.
Noise ceased to roll through the world, and rolled in him instead. His ears buzzed with sensation and silence.
Out of season, autumn thunder cracked, and nature knew itself consummated.
The spell that could not be broken, not by time or distance, not by hate or fear, felt itself cast for the very last time.