Fic: Crystalline
Written (belatedly) for the ar_drabbles challenge, 'silver'.
Title: Crystalline
Word Count: 300
Rating: K
There were times when New Caprica was beautiful, she thought, walking slowly in the early morning light towards the pump. Just past dawn, and hardly anyone was up yet, but she’d taken to rising early sometimes, just to enjoy the peace and quiet.
It’d snowed again in the night, was still lightly snowing now, and whilst everyone was getting heartily sick of the cold, these silent moments when the whiteness was fresh and bright and hadn’t been trodden into slush could still take her breath away.
The pump was stiff, the icicle hanging from the spout not giving her much hope of moving it herself. Cursing softly, she tried to work it, her suspicions quickly proving correct, and then he was there, warm breath on the back of her neck.
“It’ll break if you keep doing that. We’ll make do with melted snow. It’ll be fine if we fill a couple of buckets now before it gets dirty.”
“Thought you were still in bed, keeping warm.”
“You were longer than usual. Missed you.”
Shaking snow from his hair, he smiled. “You have snowflakes on your eyelashes.”
She went to brush them away, but he stopped her.
“Leave them. Silver’s a good colour on you.”
She hummed in response, and he chuckled. “My snow princess. You look good.” He lifted the bucket, nodding towards a clear patch of snow.
“You want to go up to the cabin site later and see if the lake’s frozen over?” She began gathering armfuls of snow, tipping it into the bucket.
“See if it really is like looking through glass.” He was flushed, snow dotting his tunic, and somehow she felt warmer just being near him, as though the obvious happiness radiating from him was a flame.
There were times when New Caprica was beautiful.
Title: Crystalline
Word Count: 300
Rating: K
There were times when New Caprica was beautiful, she thought, walking slowly in the early morning light towards the pump. Just past dawn, and hardly anyone was up yet, but she’d taken to rising early sometimes, just to enjoy the peace and quiet.
It’d snowed again in the night, was still lightly snowing now, and whilst everyone was getting heartily sick of the cold, these silent moments when the whiteness was fresh and bright and hadn’t been trodden into slush could still take her breath away.
The pump was stiff, the icicle hanging from the spout not giving her much hope of moving it herself. Cursing softly, she tried to work it, her suspicions quickly proving correct, and then he was there, warm breath on the back of her neck.
“It’ll break if you keep doing that. We’ll make do with melted snow. It’ll be fine if we fill a couple of buckets now before it gets dirty.”
“Thought you were still in bed, keeping warm.”
“You were longer than usual. Missed you.”
Shaking snow from his hair, he smiled. “You have snowflakes on your eyelashes.”
She went to brush them away, but he stopped her.
“Leave them. Silver’s a good colour on you.”
She hummed in response, and he chuckled. “My snow princess. You look good.” He lifted the bucket, nodding towards a clear patch of snow.
“You want to go up to the cabin site later and see if the lake’s frozen over?” She began gathering armfuls of snow, tipping it into the bucket.
“See if it really is like looking through glass.” He was flushed, snow dotting his tunic, and somehow she felt warmer just being near him, as though the obvious happiness radiating from him was a flame.
There were times when New Caprica was beautiful.