[ WA3: Silence ]
Dec. 5th, 2004 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tacticianFandom: Wild ARMs 3
Genre: General
Warning: Uh. Unedited; pointless.
“Well, this is really weird,” Virginia declared loudly, because she wanted to fill in the almost terrifying stillness left behind when Clive decided to stay in Humphrey’s Peak that day, and Gallows declared a sudden vacation a month before that, waving at them from the edges of Baskar. She poked the fire with a flimsy charred stick and threw it down when half of it broke off and fell into the gluttonous flames.
Jet lifted his eyes from his feet to her downcast profile and said nothing.
She frowned knowingly at his silence and toed circles in the moist grass. It was easier making good conversation with the crackling fire. “Why don’t you just get up and leave too?” she huffed, unconsciously pouting. She turned and reached for the coat she had thrown off in the heat of the afternoon, dropping it lazily on her shoulders while the sleeves grazed the floor. She looked up to see Jet staring at her somewhat angrily. “Leave to where?” he said, turning away while she bit her lip, instantly abashed.
Sheepishly, she got on her feet and crossed the small distance separating them before dropping in a flurry of skirts and traces of dust beside him. She leaned over to look earnestly at his face. “Sorry,” she said apologetically, watching as he peered at her from the corner of his strange and always-lonely eyes. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean it that way, Jet.” She nudged him with her shoulder, covering one of his hands with her own fire-warmed palms.
“Whatever,” he muttered, and she grinned at the freely-given forgiveness.
“It’s just that it’s so quiet, all the time with just you and me,” she admitted sheepishly.
He raised his brows and hesitated only for a second before turning slowly and pressing a trigger-roughened finger to her lips to quiet her. She stared at him in bewilderment while he cupped her face in his gentle hands and tucked his thumbs carefully behind her ears. “Close your eyes, Virginia,” he said softly, but his voice seemed to echo loudly in her head.
She did as she was told, and first heard his breathing, which was slow and steady and familiar. Then, she heard the fire, already dying while it licked at the brisk night. The dry wood they had started it with burned to ashes, the last few pieces crinkling apart. Afterwards, the sound of crickets every few seconds and the soft rush of running water from the new stream they had passed half an hour ago. At last, the sound of the whistling wind, picking up as the hours wore on while it raced across the starry sky.
She must’ve smiled, because a few seconds later she heard the shuffle of her companion’s jacket as he leaned in and murmured with warm breath in her ear, “See? It’s not really that quiet at all.”
Genre: General
Warning: Uh. Unedited; pointless.
“Well, this is really weird,” Virginia declared loudly, because she wanted to fill in the almost terrifying stillness left behind when Clive decided to stay in Humphrey’s Peak that day, and Gallows declared a sudden vacation a month before that, waving at them from the edges of Baskar. She poked the fire with a flimsy charred stick and threw it down when half of it broke off and fell into the gluttonous flames.
Jet lifted his eyes from his feet to her downcast profile and said nothing.
She frowned knowingly at his silence and toed circles in the moist grass. It was easier making good conversation with the crackling fire. “Why don’t you just get up and leave too?” she huffed, unconsciously pouting. She turned and reached for the coat she had thrown off in the heat of the afternoon, dropping it lazily on her shoulders while the sleeves grazed the floor. She looked up to see Jet staring at her somewhat angrily. “Leave to where?” he said, turning away while she bit her lip, instantly abashed.
Sheepishly, she got on her feet and crossed the small distance separating them before dropping in a flurry of skirts and traces of dust beside him. She leaned over to look earnestly at his face. “Sorry,” she said apologetically, watching as he peered at her from the corner of his strange and always-lonely eyes. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean it that way, Jet.” She nudged him with her shoulder, covering one of his hands with her own fire-warmed palms.
“Whatever,” he muttered, and she grinned at the freely-given forgiveness.
“It’s just that it’s so quiet, all the time with just you and me,” she admitted sheepishly.
He raised his brows and hesitated only for a second before turning slowly and pressing a trigger-roughened finger to her lips to quiet her. She stared at him in bewilderment while he cupped her face in his gentle hands and tucked his thumbs carefully behind her ears. “Close your eyes, Virginia,” he said softly, but his voice seemed to echo loudly in her head.
She did as she was told, and first heard his breathing, which was slow and steady and familiar. Then, she heard the fire, already dying while it licked at the brisk night. The dry wood they had started it with burned to ashes, the last few pieces crinkling apart. Afterwards, the sound of crickets every few seconds and the soft rush of running water from the new stream they had passed half an hour ago. At last, the sound of the whistling wind, picking up as the hours wore on while it raced across the starry sky.
She must’ve smiled, because a few seconds later she heard the shuffle of her companion’s jacket as he leaned in and murmured with warm breath in her ear, “See? It’s not really that quiet at all.”