Mirror's Edge; Faith/Celeste; Prompt #2
Title: Rooftop Coffee
Fandom: Mirror's Edge
Claim: Faith/Celeste
Prompt: #2: Raincloud
Characters/Pairings: Faith/Celeste
Rating: PG
Summary: Taking shelter from a storm, Faith and Celeste share a warm drink and good company. No spoilers.
Faith shivers as the cold air burns against her skin, cutting through her soaked black tanktop. It didn't rain in the city much these days, but when it did, the weather seemed intent to make up for lost time-- pouring down in torrents and lightning scrawling violent flashes across the sky, slickening the rooftops and making the exhilirating playgrounds of her fellow Runners into perilous deathtraps. Shaking out her hair like a wet dog, Faith held her thermos a little closer, soaking up what little warmth it offered while peering across the horizon of implacable skyscrapers from the temporary shelter she'd found under a stack of solar panels.
She didn't know why she was letting herself worry-- if anyone could handle themselves in this job, it was Celeste-- but having a few scrapes with death and underestimating her traction had made her a bit wary. And Cel definitely wasn't the type to go looking for help, either. She could have miscalculated just a bit, taken a jump too early on that slippery concrete, and they'd never know until they saw her body on the evening edition of City News...
Suddenly she caught the faint patter of running shoes in the cacophony of the storm, and looking over found a very safe, but still soaked and irritated, Celeste. Once she managed to crawl into the relatively dry space Faith was occupying, the blonde took out the band holding up her tight ponytail, wringing what had to be at least a gallon of water from her shoulder-length hair. Faith had only seen Cel with her hair down once. It worked for her, she'd decided, though if Faith said something her comrade would just shrug it off and say it was a distraction.
"You okay?"
"I'll live," Celeste muttered, her ruby lips pursed in the light scowl that she always seemed to wear. "I'm gonna kill Drake, making me take a delivery to the other side of town in this weather."
"Could be worse," Faith smirked as she popped the lid off her thermos, shaking the water off a pair of styrofoam cups and pouring a swig of coffee into each. "...You could have come across the only patrol of Blues that decided to work today." Celeste's lips quirked up a little at one side, amused at Faith's admission in spite of herself. Faith offered one of the steaming drinks to her companion, who accepted it wordlessly, and for a moment they both drank in silence as rain pounded and thunder rumbled. It didn't take long for Celeste to smack her lips in disgust, levelling her coffee with a dubious stare.
"Jeez. Merc's coffee?"
"Hey, it's better than nothing," Faith reminded her, fighting an amused grin at her reaction.
"Still tastes like shit," Celeste persisted even as she forced down another gulp, grateful at least for the warmth it offered. Faith nearly choked on her coffee as she laughed, the sound warm and friendly in the bitter weather, and Celeste hid her own smile as she took another drink.
Fandom: Mirror's Edge
Claim: Faith/Celeste
Prompt: #2: Raincloud
Characters/Pairings: Faith/Celeste
Rating: PG
Summary: Taking shelter from a storm, Faith and Celeste share a warm drink and good company. No spoilers.
Faith shivers as the cold air burns against her skin, cutting through her soaked black tanktop. It didn't rain in the city much these days, but when it did, the weather seemed intent to make up for lost time-- pouring down in torrents and lightning scrawling violent flashes across the sky, slickening the rooftops and making the exhilirating playgrounds of her fellow Runners into perilous deathtraps. Shaking out her hair like a wet dog, Faith held her thermos a little closer, soaking up what little warmth it offered while peering across the horizon of implacable skyscrapers from the temporary shelter she'd found under a stack of solar panels.
She didn't know why she was letting herself worry-- if anyone could handle themselves in this job, it was Celeste-- but having a few scrapes with death and underestimating her traction had made her a bit wary. And Cel definitely wasn't the type to go looking for help, either. She could have miscalculated just a bit, taken a jump too early on that slippery concrete, and they'd never know until they saw her body on the evening edition of City News...
Suddenly she caught the faint patter of running shoes in the cacophony of the storm, and looking over found a very safe, but still soaked and irritated, Celeste. Once she managed to crawl into the relatively dry space Faith was occupying, the blonde took out the band holding up her tight ponytail, wringing what had to be at least a gallon of water from her shoulder-length hair. Faith had only seen Cel with her hair down once. It worked for her, she'd decided, though if Faith said something her comrade would just shrug it off and say it was a distraction.
"You okay?"
"I'll live," Celeste muttered, her ruby lips pursed in the light scowl that she always seemed to wear. "I'm gonna kill Drake, making me take a delivery to the other side of town in this weather."
"Could be worse," Faith smirked as she popped the lid off her thermos, shaking the water off a pair of styrofoam cups and pouring a swig of coffee into each. "...You could have come across the only patrol of Blues that decided to work today." Celeste's lips quirked up a little at one side, amused at Faith's admission in spite of herself. Faith offered one of the steaming drinks to her companion, who accepted it wordlessly, and for a moment they both drank in silence as rain pounded and thunder rumbled. It didn't take long for Celeste to smack her lips in disgust, levelling her coffee with a dubious stare.
"Jeez. Merc's coffee?"
"Hey, it's better than nothing," Faith reminded her, fighting an amused grin at her reaction.
"Still tastes like shit," Celeste persisted even as she forced down another gulp, grateful at least for the warmth it offered. Faith nearly choked on her coffee as she laughed, the sound warm and friendly in the bitter weather, and Celeste hid her own smile as she took another drink.