[Original] "Ships, Night, Wreckage"
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100wordsTitle: Ships, Night, Wreckage
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Rating: G
Notes: When you know, you know.
Barefoot on the balcony, fireworks above and music below. She curls her fingers around the railing, thumbs scraping rust.
It’s a quiet two am. The hours preceding were ugly. But her eyes are clear, her breaths even; what fills her lungs is an absence of hate, a peculiar numbness, a prickling that cools her bones.
“When did you know?” a hollow voice says behind her, and she says nothing, letting the moment congeal and wither. “Why wait until now, to say it?”
“I knew when I met you,” she says, later, smiling. “It’s a new year. We deserve new lives.”
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Original
Rating: G
Notes: When you know, you know.
Barefoot on the balcony, fireworks above and music below. She curls her fingers around the railing, thumbs scraping rust.
It’s a quiet two am. The hours preceding were ugly. But her eyes are clear, her breaths even; what fills her lungs is an absence of hate, a peculiar numbness, a prickling that cools her bones.
“When did you know?” a hollow voice says behind her, and she says nothing, letting the moment congeal and wither. “Why wait until now, to say it?”
“I knew when I met you,” she says, later, smiling. “It’s a new year. We deserve new lives.”
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Date: 2019-01-02 05:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-02 07:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-02 11:42 am (UTC)"Letting the moment congeal and wither". Tactile.
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Date: 2019-01-02 01:19 pm (UTC)Haven't written much of late - and near the end it felt like I was spamming the drabble comm, hah.
Anyway. New years bring new things. Fireworks, and the occasional burning. And sometimes messy, awkward moments that take too long to die.
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Date: 2019-01-02 01:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-02 02:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-02 02:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-03 02:26 pm (UTC)I was trying to evoke a kind of distance, I guess - emotional rather than physical.
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Date: 2019-01-03 03:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-03 02:26 pm (UTC)