[ooc; nexus100; 032]
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, Diwaniya al-Rahim (Geneforge III)
Prompt: Sunset
Word Count: 519
Rating: PG
Summary: You're barely waking and I'm tangled up in you.
Author's Notes: This is set in an alternate universe featuring a grown up shesgoingplaces and an older rogue_troubles. References an AU RP thread.
In the years that Elizabeth has had to adjust to a life she's been living too long now to call 'new', she's learned and gained more than she ever imagined she could have here. The truth of the matter is that she never imagined she could have anything in this place; she'd been young and in love but she'd never let herself think that it would last.
It wouldn't. Of course it wouldn't; they were worlds apart in more ways than one, the age gap grew steadily larger as time passed in the way it only can via the nexus, and Diwaniya...she remembers her frustration with him, and the way she pushed so hard it's a wonder she never pushed him away.
Except she did, once, and though afterwards she'd tell herself that it was just preparation for the inevitable end, she's always afraid of doing it again. Of him letting her do it again. And wasn't that the theme of their youth? Elizabeth pushed and demanded and told and Diwaniya acquiesced; how could he not?
It's not that way now. It hasn't been for a long time. Diwaniya grew up and so did she -- the differences are starkly outlined for her to see when his far younger counterpart stumbles, unexpectedly, into their lives. Except it's not unexpected, not to her husband, not to Lord Rahim, and she'd be more annoyed if she didn't understand. The pretty speech she gave the man she'd fallen in love with a long time ago is true -- it becomes no less true because she wants to be angry with her husband for keeping a secret she just spent half an hour convincing him to keep.
Logic has a small, small place in their relationship. That much hasn't changed. In this place, in this time, she is his Lady wife and the mother of their children and the woman he loves, and for the those too-long moments where she thought he was about to take all that away from her -- her children and her home and her life and everything she's accomplished -- she's faced her own brother turning on her and an explosion that left her with a permanent limp and the Wraith and everything that goes along with working with Rodney McKay, but she had never been more afraid of anything.
That's why she can't be mad. That's why even though the thought of what she gave up -- twice, now, it dimly occurs to her -- makes her ache, she's still standing here, watching the sun go down on a city that feels as much her own as Atlantis does. Moreso.
Diwaniya joins her by the window and rests his hand familiarly against what will be their third child; it feels more like home in the twilight than it did when she yawned her way out of bed this morning.
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, Diwaniya al-Rahim (Geneforge III)
Prompt: Sunset
Word Count: 519
Rating: PG
Summary: You're barely waking and I'm tangled up in you.
Author's Notes: This is set in an alternate universe featuring a grown up shesgoingplaces and an older rogue_troubles. References an AU RP thread.
In the years that Elizabeth has had to adjust to a life she's been living too long now to call 'new', she's learned and gained more than she ever imagined she could have here. The truth of the matter is that she never imagined she could have anything in this place; she'd been young and in love but she'd never let herself think that it would last.
It wouldn't. Of course it wouldn't; they were worlds apart in more ways than one, the age gap grew steadily larger as time passed in the way it only can via the nexus, and Diwaniya...she remembers her frustration with him, and the way she pushed so hard it's a wonder she never pushed him away.
Except she did, once, and though afterwards she'd tell herself that it was just preparation for the inevitable end, she's always afraid of doing it again. Of him letting her do it again. And wasn't that the theme of their youth? Elizabeth pushed and demanded and told and Diwaniya acquiesced; how could he not?
It's not that way now. It hasn't been for a long time. Diwaniya grew up and so did she -- the differences are starkly outlined for her to see when his far younger counterpart stumbles, unexpectedly, into their lives. Except it's not unexpected, not to her husband, not to Lord Rahim, and she'd be more annoyed if she didn't understand. The pretty speech she gave the man she'd fallen in love with a long time ago is true -- it becomes no less true because she wants to be angry with her husband for keeping a secret she just spent half an hour convincing him to keep.
Logic has a small, small place in their relationship. That much hasn't changed. In this place, in this time, she is his Lady wife and the mother of their children and the woman he loves, and for the those too-long moments where she thought he was about to take all that away from her -- her children and her home and her life and everything she's accomplished -- she's faced her own brother turning on her and an explosion that left her with a permanent limp and the Wraith and everything that goes along with working with Rodney McKay, but she had never been more afraid of anything.
That's why she can't be mad. That's why even though the thought of what she gave up -- twice, now, it dimly occurs to her -- makes her ache, she's still standing here, watching the sun go down on a city that feels as much her own as Atlantis does. Moreso.
Diwaniya joins her by the window and rests his hand familiarly against what will be their third child; it feels more like home in the twilight than it did when she yawned her way out of bed this morning.