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A long exhale dispels the memory. Rhezere reaches out to tuck the covers under her chin.
 
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==== Riftspace: bedsharing - Rhezere + Cor ====
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Rhezere complains every single time Bhazaf takes major damage that he doesn't act like a normal integrate and sleep in the cradle, where he can heal properly and the ship can finally shut down his extensive sensors.
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It minimizes pain. It's smart. Bhazaf never does it.
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For once he has.
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Rhezere remembers all the usual complaints—at having to share his bed, having to throw an arm across Bhazaf's chest to remind him he has a human body and it's not in critical condition.
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Right now, the bed is achingly empty.
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He sighs and goes to sleep by the cradle.

Latest revision as of 12:15, 19 February 2018


January

February

2/4/18

K: 100 words of knives - Fushimi/Yata

Sometimes Misaki counts his knives.

He doesn't touch them, Saruhiko notices, just drops his head down to note them under a piece of furniture or gently shakes the harness out of the laundry, numbers mouthed noiselessly. If a knife is missing, he shakes the uniform again.

It's not that Misaki wasn't there, didn't know Saruhiko always had knives, or even that he didn't benefit when they faced down an enemy together.

Sometimes, his fingers rub over a scar just below his right shoulder, something noiseless on his lips.

Saruhiko leans over, glad that Misaki allows him to kiss it away.

2/15/18

BSD: "Looking Good" - Dazai + Chuuya

"Are you even listening?" Chuuya demanded.

Dazai blinked. "I can't hear you from all the way down there, you're so short!"

He said it by rote, spewing the first common refrain between them he could say on autopilot, and it had the desired effect of distracting Chuuya from where Dazai's attention had really been.

Chuuya fumed and sputtered. Dazai went back to staring at the new choker that had shown up on his partner's neck.

"Your necklace makes you look like a girl." Dazai poked it.

Chuuya growled and swore.

Dazai smiled, knowing Chuuya would wear it forever from spite.

2/16/18

Riftspace: 100 words of whispers - Zana + Cor

The tiny boy hit Zana like a missile, waking her out of a sound sleep.

"Cor?" she demanded. "Little brother, what's wrong?"

He was trembling, clinging to her, arms around her waist tight enough to hurt. He shook his head but said nothing.

Zana thought about turning on the light but didn't. Instead she settled one hand on his back, the other his hair and stroked through the soft strands. "I'm here," she whispered softly.

Her shirt was damp from his face, and he shuddered at the words. "Promise you won't go away?"

Their mother had.

"Yes, Cor. I promise."

Riftspace: 100 words of screams - Zana + Cor

Raising a little boy as rambunctious and eager as Cor was an exercise in the fine art of not screaming.

Zana took another deep breath. The four-year-old clung to the top of a teetering bookcase. Ijeve was a space station, occasionally subject to turbulence, and furniture was lashed to walls. Only that had saved Cor from crashing to the floor with the books.

"Little brother—"

"I'm sorry!" He whined as he scrabbled to maintain his grip.

She reached up and snatched him down, making him yelp, then held him tightly to her chest. "You are in so much trouble."

2/18/18

BSD: Safety Net - Chuuya + Dazai

Catch me.

A breath, poised on the edge of the precipice. To fall and to dream and to lose the ability to wake of himself.

Catch me, partner.

Corruption was a long, long fall into an abyss where he could not see the bottom. He saw the light in Dazai's eyes, the hopeless look of a man who was not desperate to find hope, and thought even his partner saw the death at the bottom of the fall.

He fell, not flinging himself but simply letting go, hands outstretched and waiting in the darkness.

Dazai, who couldn't be trusted, caught.

2/19/18

Riftspace: letting go - Zana + Cor

"Big sister."

Cor hesitated, enough to make Zana stop pouring tea to narrow her eyes at him.

He squirmed despite being a teenager. "You don't—" He huffed, then forced the words out. "You don't have to stay here for me. Anymore."

She stopped breathing, topped off his cup, sat. A slow inhale of steam. "I'm head of this entire training program," she said quietly, sipped. "I'm not suffering on your account."

She'd promised not to leave him.

"Little brother." Zana waited for him to look up. "I'm fine."

Cor finally nodded. His shoulders relaxed as he reached for tea.

Riftspace: kid in parent's bed - Rhezere + Shana

Rhezere's still awake when the little dark-haired, overly silent girl Bhazaf brought home settles on the edge of the bed, curls up like a cat, and falls asleep. All that's missing is purring.

He stares. He's shown no signs of affection, only curious interest in why Bhazaf had decided to bring her home when she barely talks and Bhazaf has never previously shown interest in children.

He remembers being a child, already too old for his body, dragging his blanket to sleep near Kasuru.

A long exhale dispels the memory. Rhezere reaches out to tuck the covers under her chin.

Riftspace: bedsharing - Rhezere + Cor

Rhezere complains every single time Bhazaf takes major damage that he doesn't act like a normal integrate and sleep in the cradle, where he can heal properly and the ship can finally shut down his extensive sensors.

It minimizes pain. It's smart. Bhazaf never does it.

For once he has.

Rhezere remembers all the usual complaints—at having to share his bed, having to throw an arm across Bhazaf's chest to remind him he has a human body and it's not in critical condition.

Right now, the bed is achingly empty.

He sighs and goes to sleep by the cradle.