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Who: Sai
What: A vignette - sometimes Sai slips a little.
Where: Barracks room 7B, Mendel Building (since destroyed); main shooting range
When: Late Summer, 2053; 24 Sept. 2058
Rating: Pg-13 for implied frottage, and naughty, naughty little boys. :O
The startled gasp made a lock of hair tickle across his face; blankets rustled and the bed frame creaked with the added weight of another person.
"Shh!"
A giggle was stifled in the covers as they curled in on each other on the tiny cot. Danny could still do that, could laugh naturally and spontaneously, could laugh and mean it, and Joe treasured that more than anything right now. The feeling was there; hidden, yes, but Joe could hear his heart pounding in his chest, feel the flutter in his stomach that he knew he still shared with Danny. They could get in so much trouble doing this; it would be far, far too easy to wake up their teammates in their own cots, little more than arm's reach away on either side of them. The scolding itself would be light, as no one really cared that they did do this, but the following tests would be grueling, as everyone would be in a tizzy that they wanted to. Despite their success in every other area, they were always just a hair's breadth away from being scrapped - no one in their position was supposed to want anything.
Hands fumbled under cotton pajamas, sighs breathed into each others' hair and they practiced their newest lessons, ones they were expected to learn at someone else's behest, for someone else's satisfaction. Someone else with rough hands and stern looks, and no hint of approval even when they'd done things correctly. But, despite the calloused fingertips and scarred knuckles, the hands they used to keep each other as quiet as mice were small and gentle and warm while they eased into each other.
A snort from a sleeping form nearby made them freeze, breaths catching, and they waited until the sleeper rolled over and began to snore softly again. Joe almost managed a giggle in relief this time; Danny silenced him with a clumsy kiss and continued his ministrations with only the slightest tremor in his hands left to show they had been interrupted. After a moment of pure feeling Joe was able to collect himself in time to return the favor. If either one of them was aware of the tens of thousands of dollars worth of heavy barbiturates, the months and months of psychiatric alteration, and psychotic conditioning, all thrown away in their childish desire to remember what "fun" was, it wasn't bothering either of them tonight. Their time together was growing rarer and rarer by the day, and they were hanging on to every last second they could with selfish determination while they were still capable of understanding what they'd miss.
Joe allowed Danny to doze a bit, soaking in the warm weight of him while his blurred and fuzzy thoughts wandered across the ceiling and out the window, trying not to wonder what it would be like to not care. But that strange coldness, nothingness was fast seeping into his head no matter how he tried to fight it. Squeezing his eyes shut against the waning tide of warmth, he pulled Danny closer, cowered behind him like he was the only thing standing between Joe and all of Root.
"I'll always be here. Pinky swear!"
So much for that.
~~~
Sai's fingers twitched of their own accord, and he paused in the act of raising his weapon to aim at the target. A dull ache pooled at his left temple and as he put down the gun and pulled off his safety goggles, his eyes began to burn and blur. Mystified, he wiped dampness off his cheek that wasn't sweat, and glanced to either side of him to see if one of the other trainees might clue him in. No one was paying him any mind, however; instead he used his fingers to put pressure on the pain in his head and tried to connect the act with the feeling.
...feeling?
Really, now.
Quickly these thoughts were shunted aside, and if he couldn't bring himself to destroy them completely, he could at least sweep them under the proverbial carpet. Sai was a masterfully created piece of machinery; memories such as this would do him about as much good as birdshot would in his semi-automatic - that is, not at all, and just as a handful of BBs would damage the weapon, so would the sentimental daydreams bring harm to Sai. Bringing the safety glasses back up over his eyes, he mentally blotted out his traitorous thoughts, letting the ink spread to obscure any hint of a distraction.
Equilibrium restored, Sai aimed his gun and fired.
[This effectively stands alone, but if you'd like your character to catch Sai daydreaming, feel free to post a reply. ♥]
What: A vignette - sometimes Sai slips a little.
Where: Barracks room 7B, Mendel Building (since destroyed); main shooting range
When: Late Summer, 2053; 24 Sept. 2058
Rating: Pg-13 for implied frottage, and naughty, naughty little boys. :O
The startled gasp made a lock of hair tickle across his face; blankets rustled and the bed frame creaked with the added weight of another person.
"Shh!"
A giggle was stifled in the covers as they curled in on each other on the tiny cot. Danny could still do that, could laugh naturally and spontaneously, could laugh and mean it, and Joe treasured that more than anything right now. The feeling was there; hidden, yes, but Joe could hear his heart pounding in his chest, feel the flutter in his stomach that he knew he still shared with Danny. They could get in so much trouble doing this; it would be far, far too easy to wake up their teammates in their own cots, little more than arm's reach away on either side of them. The scolding itself would be light, as no one really cared that they did do this, but the following tests would be grueling, as everyone would be in a tizzy that they wanted to. Despite their success in every other area, they were always just a hair's breadth away from being scrapped - no one in their position was supposed to want anything.
Hands fumbled under cotton pajamas, sighs breathed into each others' hair and they practiced their newest lessons, ones they were expected to learn at someone else's behest, for someone else's satisfaction. Someone else with rough hands and stern looks, and no hint of approval even when they'd done things correctly. But, despite the calloused fingertips and scarred knuckles, the hands they used to keep each other as quiet as mice were small and gentle and warm while they eased into each other.
A snort from a sleeping form nearby made them freeze, breaths catching, and they waited until the sleeper rolled over and began to snore softly again. Joe almost managed a giggle in relief this time; Danny silenced him with a clumsy kiss and continued his ministrations with only the slightest tremor in his hands left to show they had been interrupted. After a moment of pure feeling Joe was able to collect himself in time to return the favor. If either one of them was aware of the tens of thousands of dollars worth of heavy barbiturates, the months and months of psychiatric alteration, and psychotic conditioning, all thrown away in their childish desire to remember what "fun" was, it wasn't bothering either of them tonight. Their time together was growing rarer and rarer by the day, and they were hanging on to every last second they could with selfish determination while they were still capable of understanding what they'd miss.
Joe allowed Danny to doze a bit, soaking in the warm weight of him while his blurred and fuzzy thoughts wandered across the ceiling and out the window, trying not to wonder what it would be like to not care. But that strange coldness, nothingness was fast seeping into his head no matter how he tried to fight it. Squeezing his eyes shut against the waning tide of warmth, he pulled Danny closer, cowered behind him like he was the only thing standing between Joe and all of Root.
"I'll always be here. Pinky swear!"
So much for that.
~~~
Sai's fingers twitched of their own accord, and he paused in the act of raising his weapon to aim at the target. A dull ache pooled at his left temple and as he put down the gun and pulled off his safety goggles, his eyes began to burn and blur. Mystified, he wiped dampness off his cheek that wasn't sweat, and glanced to either side of him to see if one of the other trainees might clue him in. No one was paying him any mind, however; instead he used his fingers to put pressure on the pain in his head and tried to connect the act with the feeling.
...feeling?
Really, now.
Quickly these thoughts were shunted aside, and if he couldn't bring himself to destroy them completely, he could at least sweep them under the proverbial carpet. Sai was a masterfully created piece of machinery; memories such as this would do him about as much good as birdshot would in his semi-automatic - that is, not at all, and just as a handful of BBs would damage the weapon, so would the sentimental daydreams bring harm to Sai. Bringing the safety glasses back up over his eyes, he mentally blotted out his traitorous thoughts, letting the ink spread to obscure any hint of a distraction.
Equilibrium restored, Sai aimed his gun and fired.
[This effectively stands alone, but if you'd like your character to catch Sai daydreaming, feel free to post a reply. ♥]