Lost Fic: we laugh and we've got nothing left to lose (Richard, Miles)
Title: we laugh and we’ve got nothing left to lose
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers/Warnings: Through “The Incident”.
Disclaimer: These guys don’t belong to me…but I wouldn’t mind if they did.
Summary: Miles does Richard a favor, if you can call it that.
A/N: Title from the poem “Saying Your Names” by Richard Siken. Written for lost_in_108 challenge #13 “gift”.
Richard watches as the boy examines the body. His eyes shut tight, his lips moving in a manner that could be mistaken for prayer if his features weren’t so grim. Richard sighs; Jacob never was any good at distinguishing between gifts and curses.
Miles straightens up, looking as apologetic as he can manage.
“Sorry man, looks like nobody’s home.”
Richard nods. He figured as much. Dead is dead after all, even (especially) if you’re a god.
“Thank you for trying.”
Miles shrugs as if it was nothing (as if there was no cost); Richard admires the boy’s resiliency.
“So we’re fucked then?”
Richard laughs.
“It would seem so.”
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers/Warnings: Through “The Incident”.
Disclaimer: These guys don’t belong to me…but I wouldn’t mind if they did.
Summary: Miles does Richard a favor, if you can call it that.
A/N: Title from the poem “Saying Your Names” by Richard Siken. Written for lost_in_108 challenge #13 “gift”.
Richard watches as the boy examines the body. His eyes shut tight, his lips moving in a manner that could be mistaken for prayer if his features weren’t so grim. Richard sighs; Jacob never was any good at distinguishing between gifts and curses.
Miles straightens up, looking as apologetic as he can manage.
“Sorry man, looks like nobody’s home.”
Richard nods. He figured as much. Dead is dead after all, even (especially) if you’re a god.
“Thank you for trying.”
Miles shrugs as if it was nothing (as if there was no cost); Richard admires the boy’s resiliency.
“So we’re fucked then?”
Richard laughs.
“It would seem so.”