Post by Erin on Jun 19, 2011 21:25:05 GMT -5
This wrote a while ago when I was feeling lonely
Enjoy/ critique, I guess.
The blizzard unleashed its icy tears unto the earth. No longer was the terrain outside distinguishable. The only thing her gray-blue eyes could make out was the vicious and venomous wind outside, penetrating everything it touched with its knive-like shards.
“Look, there’s no point in looking. You can’t see a goddamn thing out there. Even if you could, no one would wanna take their chances in this storm. They’re probably not gonna send anyone out ‘till it calms down. Who knows when the hell that’ll be.”
As optimistic as she wanted to be, she couldn’t help but reluctantly agree with him. There wasn’t really a point in staring into the chaos. She decided to walk away from the mouth of the cave towards him, watching him throw a bunch of old parchment, scraps of cloth, sticks, and other miscellaneous objects for which she had no name into a pile.
“What are you doing?” she asked
“Gathering stuff for a fire. I found all this crap jammed back there, for some reason. You don’t happen to have any of those matches I gave you earlier, do ya?”
She paused, her pale hand fumbling through the dark pocket of her peacoat, satisfied as she felt her pinkened fingertips caress a cluster of slender wooden objects in a box. “Yeah,” she said, taking them out, “I’ve still got them.”
“Good,“ he muttered, bent over as he tried lacing his boot, “ Wouldja mind lighting it for me?”
“Oh, uh, well…” she frowned, anxiously opening and closing the box in her fingertips. Feeling a painful dread tug at her gut, she let out a muttered “Sure” and knelt down by the pile, taking out the first match.
‘Okay,’ she thought to herself, ‘It can’t be THAT hard, can it? You just swipe it against the box quickly, right?’ Her hand trembling, she quickly scraped the stick against the side, frowning as it snapped in half. Drawing another match from the booklet, the second time yielded the same result. The third time, she managed to create a spark, causing her to let out a startled wince and toss the stick aside.
“What are you doing?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and cocking his head to the side.
A pang of shame further contracted her stomach, like a kid caught trying to take a cookie from the cookie jar. “I, w-was just-” she stared at the matchbook in her hands, a feeling of dejection overwhelming her. “I’ve never really lit a match before.”
“Oh,” he chuckled a bit, “that explains a lot. Why didn’t you say so?”
She simply twiddled her fingers in her hand. “I dunno. I thought I could figure it out, I guess.”
“Well, I’d rather you do it right the first time than waste my stuff trying to figure out how.”
“Oh….sorry.”
Worried if he had hurt her feelings, he quickly tried to atone for it. “Look,” he crouched down behind her. “I’ll show you how. Don’t worry, I won’t let you get burned. It’s really easy, trust me.”
He placed his copper left hand on her left hand, his right hand on hers, to help steady them. She felt his chin rest on her left shoulder, the roughness of his small stubble caressing against her cheek. “It’s just a quick but firm kinda stroke like this-“ he almost effortlessly guided her hand across the matchbook’s side, chuckling a bit when he felt her gasp as the red tip ignited, and throwing it into the pile. With an awed gaze, she watched as the mass of decrepit items was consumed by a warm canopy of gold, the tendrils of the flames crackling as they chased away the cold and darkness. “See?” he laughed, “That wasn’t so hard.” She gave a partially forced and embarrassed smile in reply, slowly bringing in her hands closer to the flames as life and warmth began to once again course through her veins.
For a while, they sat side-by-side in silence, occasionally trying to make small talk. After a while, however, she found that her gaze had once again shifted towards the cave’s entrance, trying to see if the storm had settled at all.
“You still looking?”
She didn’t move her eyes away from the storm, aware that it would have been only a matter of time before he had noticed her apprehension. “…yeah.”
“Look, I told you, no one’s gonna be coming for us any time soon. For all we know, no one may even come until morning. Once this thing dies down a little, I’ll go fly out to see if there’s a route. You know me. ”
She gasped a little bit as she realized that he had once again crept up behind her, feeling his hands quickly run up and down her arms.
“Sorry,” he said, “you were shivering.”
“Oh,” she snapped back into reality, realizing that she actually had been trembling. She noticed that the once satisfying shimmer of the flames was slowly beginning to whither. It was only a matter of time before it burnt out. The cold slowly began to bite its way back into the exposed areas of her flesh.
“I’ll go look for some more stuff to burn for late-“
He suddenly pulled her face close against his chest, feeling the sharp cold at first penetrate her skin as she felt his windbreaker’s smooth nylon press against her left cheek, noticing a few strands of honey-blond bangs sprinkled with newly-melted snow flop in front of her eyes.
“Uh….what’re you doing…?”
“We both need to keep warm. Body heat works well.”
They were both silent for a moment, so silent that she could hear his heartbeat with her left ear, and in her right the gentle rustling as his wings unfurled, a feather as dark as his hair gently brushing against her right cheek.
“Can we…stay like this for a while?”
She didn’t say anything at first. She was now aware that the cold had caused her to erupt with tremors, but it was now…the warmth of his feathery makeshift canopy, his arms, his pulse, gently banished the cold once again. She felt her eyes flutter, soothed by the warmth of he and the fire.
“….sure.”
There was only darkness, the warmth, and the gentle vibration against her left ear.
Ba-dump
Ba-dump
Ba-dump.
Enjoy/ critique, I guess.
The blizzard unleashed its icy tears unto the earth. No longer was the terrain outside distinguishable. The only thing her gray-blue eyes could make out was the vicious and venomous wind outside, penetrating everything it touched with its knive-like shards.
“Look, there’s no point in looking. You can’t see a goddamn thing out there. Even if you could, no one would wanna take their chances in this storm. They’re probably not gonna send anyone out ‘till it calms down. Who knows when the hell that’ll be.”
As optimistic as she wanted to be, she couldn’t help but reluctantly agree with him. There wasn’t really a point in staring into the chaos. She decided to walk away from the mouth of the cave towards him, watching him throw a bunch of old parchment, scraps of cloth, sticks, and other miscellaneous objects for which she had no name into a pile.
“What are you doing?” she asked
“Gathering stuff for a fire. I found all this crap jammed back there, for some reason. You don’t happen to have any of those matches I gave you earlier, do ya?”
She paused, her pale hand fumbling through the dark pocket of her peacoat, satisfied as she felt her pinkened fingertips caress a cluster of slender wooden objects in a box. “Yeah,” she said, taking them out, “I’ve still got them.”
“Good,“ he muttered, bent over as he tried lacing his boot, “ Wouldja mind lighting it for me?”
“Oh, uh, well…” she frowned, anxiously opening and closing the box in her fingertips. Feeling a painful dread tug at her gut, she let out a muttered “Sure” and knelt down by the pile, taking out the first match.
‘Okay,’ she thought to herself, ‘It can’t be THAT hard, can it? You just swipe it against the box quickly, right?’ Her hand trembling, she quickly scraped the stick against the side, frowning as it snapped in half. Drawing another match from the booklet, the second time yielded the same result. The third time, she managed to create a spark, causing her to let out a startled wince and toss the stick aside.
“What are you doing?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and cocking his head to the side.
A pang of shame further contracted her stomach, like a kid caught trying to take a cookie from the cookie jar. “I, w-was just-” she stared at the matchbook in her hands, a feeling of dejection overwhelming her. “I’ve never really lit a match before.”
“Oh,” he chuckled a bit, “that explains a lot. Why didn’t you say so?”
She simply twiddled her fingers in her hand. “I dunno. I thought I could figure it out, I guess.”
“Well, I’d rather you do it right the first time than waste my stuff trying to figure out how.”
“Oh….sorry.”
Worried if he had hurt her feelings, he quickly tried to atone for it. “Look,” he crouched down behind her. “I’ll show you how. Don’t worry, I won’t let you get burned. It’s really easy, trust me.”
He placed his copper left hand on her left hand, his right hand on hers, to help steady them. She felt his chin rest on her left shoulder, the roughness of his small stubble caressing against her cheek. “It’s just a quick but firm kinda stroke like this-“ he almost effortlessly guided her hand across the matchbook’s side, chuckling a bit when he felt her gasp as the red tip ignited, and throwing it into the pile. With an awed gaze, she watched as the mass of decrepit items was consumed by a warm canopy of gold, the tendrils of the flames crackling as they chased away the cold and darkness. “See?” he laughed, “That wasn’t so hard.” She gave a partially forced and embarrassed smile in reply, slowly bringing in her hands closer to the flames as life and warmth began to once again course through her veins.
For a while, they sat side-by-side in silence, occasionally trying to make small talk. After a while, however, she found that her gaze had once again shifted towards the cave’s entrance, trying to see if the storm had settled at all.
“You still looking?”
She didn’t move her eyes away from the storm, aware that it would have been only a matter of time before he had noticed her apprehension. “…yeah.”
“Look, I told you, no one’s gonna be coming for us any time soon. For all we know, no one may even come until morning. Once this thing dies down a little, I’ll go fly out to see if there’s a route. You know me. ”
She gasped a little bit as she realized that he had once again crept up behind her, feeling his hands quickly run up and down her arms.
“Sorry,” he said, “you were shivering.”
“Oh,” she snapped back into reality, realizing that she actually had been trembling. She noticed that the once satisfying shimmer of the flames was slowly beginning to whither. It was only a matter of time before it burnt out. The cold slowly began to bite its way back into the exposed areas of her flesh.
“I’ll go look for some more stuff to burn for late-“
He suddenly pulled her face close against his chest, feeling the sharp cold at first penetrate her skin as she felt his windbreaker’s smooth nylon press against her left cheek, noticing a few strands of honey-blond bangs sprinkled with newly-melted snow flop in front of her eyes.
“Uh….what’re you doing…?”
“We both need to keep warm. Body heat works well.”
They were both silent for a moment, so silent that she could hear his heartbeat with her left ear, and in her right the gentle rustling as his wings unfurled, a feather as dark as his hair gently brushing against her right cheek.
“Can we…stay like this for a while?”
She didn’t say anything at first. She was now aware that the cold had caused her to erupt with tremors, but it was now…the warmth of his feathery makeshift canopy, his arms, his pulse, gently banished the cold once again. She felt her eyes flutter, soothed by the warmth of he and the fire.
“….sure.”
There was only darkness, the warmth, and the gentle vibration against her left ear.
Ba-dump
Ba-dump
Ba-dump.