Fic, Lost: Elective Affinities, PG
And since I still can't wrap my head around the serious one (yes, yes, always that one), I'm going with crack in all its glory.
Title: Elective Affinities
Characters: Desmond and, well.. someone who shall remain secret until you figure it out at line 3.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, very sadly.
Word count: around 550.
Summary: For philosophy_20 prompt #5, syzygy. Someone finds her missing half and it's a hell less complicated than triangles.
A/N: Well, I guess I don't have any excuses except that when I can't wrap my head around serious stuff I end up writing crack. And this is 100% crack from the start until the end. You'll probably figure out whose is the POV after two lines but hell, I tried my best at mysterious ;) sincere apologies to Goethe for stealing his title. I'm not worthy.
All her life, she had always felt a bit left apart.
Not much after she was born, she found out that she had a good number of sisters and that she was exactly the same as them. And when they were all together in some shiny, big place, she could see people get her sisters, petting them, taking them home.
But she was left there, in company of someone else with whom she didn’t care to have an actual conversation, until after a great deal of time someone came to get her, too.
At the beginning she really was happy, thinking she had found her place; but, turned out, the man who chose her didn’t care about her a lot and pretty much of her day was in some dark and boring place. Sometimes he took her out just to put her into another dark, boring and much more narrow place, and it went like this for a while.
Then, one day, the narrow place started shaking, really shaking, and there was maybe an explosion.
She didn’t know.
What she knew was water, and sun, and feeling wet.
Then someone brought her on shore so that she could dry and she stayed there for a day or two, enjoying the fresh hair breezing.
One day, some guy with blond hair and a very nice pair of dimples showed up.
“Guess I’ll take ya.”, he said. And she was happy, for a few moments, before being put into another dark place.
She didn’t get out of there for some time, really; the blond man didn’t care about her, she figured.
Then one day three other persons, another blond guy which seemed kind of jumpy but was really too small for her and one who was definitely too large for her, while the third was a nice blonde girl, finally took her out and brought her in the open, where she saw the most beautiful thing ever existed.
He wasn’t much tall, but his hips sure were something worth observing, and his triangular face was peculiar, but charming. The wind made his long hair flow and when he smiled at the blond guy who was carrying her, oh, she had never seen such a sweet smile her whole life!
She would have trembled under his hands, if she could have.
Instead, she felt his rough hands against her and watched him smiling.
“Well, sister, guess you’ll cover me up some, aye?”
And his accent was so, so charming.
When he unbuttoned her she could feel happiness rising through her fabric, which was blue as the sea surrounding that piece of shore. When he pulled on the sleeves, she finally enjoyed the feeling of someone wearing her.
When he unbuttoned half of her again, the soft fabric touching his chest and making both of them feel warm, she could have wept of joy, if she had had tears to weep and hadn’t been a cotton blue shirt sold in one hundred items in a fashion store of LAX.
He passed a hand over his chest, smoothing a few wrinkles. Then she heard someone shouting, probably the short guy.
“Desmond, you wanna eat something?”
“Aye brother, I’m comin’!”
Desmond, she thought, His name is Desmond. It felt nice. And it felt like she finally found her missing half.
End.
I didn't say it at the beginning because I'd have given away who talked, but yes, it's a sorta companion piece to my other Desmond shirt fic. No need to read that though.
Title: Elective Affinities
Characters: Desmond and, well.. someone who shall remain secret until you figure it out at line 3.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, very sadly.
Word count: around 550.
Summary: For philosophy_20 prompt #5, syzygy. Someone finds her missing half and it's a hell less complicated than triangles.
A/N: Well, I guess I don't have any excuses except that when I can't wrap my head around serious stuff I end up writing crack. And this is 100% crack from the start until the end. You'll probably figure out whose is the POV after two lines but hell, I tried my best at mysterious ;) sincere apologies to Goethe for stealing his title. I'm not worthy.
All her life, she had always felt a bit left apart.
Not much after she was born, she found out that she had a good number of sisters and that she was exactly the same as them. And when they were all together in some shiny, big place, she could see people get her sisters, petting them, taking them home.
But she was left there, in company of someone else with whom she didn’t care to have an actual conversation, until after a great deal of time someone came to get her, too.
At the beginning she really was happy, thinking she had found her place; but, turned out, the man who chose her didn’t care about her a lot and pretty much of her day was in some dark and boring place. Sometimes he took her out just to put her into another dark, boring and much more narrow place, and it went like this for a while.
Then, one day, the narrow place started shaking, really shaking, and there was maybe an explosion.
She didn’t know.
What she knew was water, and sun, and feeling wet.
Then someone brought her on shore so that she could dry and she stayed there for a day or two, enjoying the fresh hair breezing.
One day, some guy with blond hair and a very nice pair of dimples showed up.
“Guess I’ll take ya.”, he said. And she was happy, for a few moments, before being put into another dark place.
She didn’t get out of there for some time, really; the blond man didn’t care about her, she figured.
Then one day three other persons, another blond guy which seemed kind of jumpy but was really too small for her and one who was definitely too large for her, while the third was a nice blonde girl, finally took her out and brought her in the open, where she saw the most beautiful thing ever existed.
He wasn’t much tall, but his hips sure were something worth observing, and his triangular face was peculiar, but charming. The wind made his long hair flow and when he smiled at the blond guy who was carrying her, oh, she had never seen such a sweet smile her whole life!
She would have trembled under his hands, if she could have.
Instead, she felt his rough hands against her and watched him smiling.
“Well, sister, guess you’ll cover me up some, aye?”
And his accent was so, so charming.
When he unbuttoned her she could feel happiness rising through her fabric, which was blue as the sea surrounding that piece of shore. When he pulled on the sleeves, she finally enjoyed the feeling of someone wearing her.
When he unbuttoned half of her again, the soft fabric touching his chest and making both of them feel warm, she could have wept of joy, if she had had tears to weep and hadn’t been a cotton blue shirt sold in one hundred items in a fashion store of LAX.
He passed a hand over his chest, smoothing a few wrinkles. Then she heard someone shouting, probably the short guy.
“Desmond, you wanna eat something?”
“Aye brother, I’m comin’!”
Desmond, she thought, His name is Desmond. It felt nice. And it felt like she finally found her missing half.
End.
I didn't say it at the beginning because I'd have given away who talked, but yes, it's a sorta companion piece to my other Desmond shirt fic. No need to read that though.