unbr8kable | doing something

doing something

Who: some kids
Where: the dead zone
When: Day 335, after graduation

[After many a tiny finger food and many more tiny glasses of wine and one overblown and completely not sad at all!!! graduation ceremony, what better place to go than the dead zone? What better thing to do than climb up the giant, golden chain up to the crack in the sky? Sure it burns to the touch, but what's a little more pain on the pile--that's the point of all those tiny glasses of wine, right?

So never mind the slight sizzling sound, nor the uncomfortably familiar odor of burning flesh all the way up. There's a goal at the end; one that--in theory--will make this all worthwhile]

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[She shrugs]

Been worse. ...Been better. You?

Yeah... same.

[He settles in against her, reaching over her, casual, to draw the blankets in nearer around them]

Yeah...

[A sigh]

...Yeah.

[Silence for another beat, then she shifts, leaning in against his shoulder]

[He leans back, a steady weight - sips at his tea]

[It isn't long before the chill leaves him, and he is very warm in its aftermath]

[The angle isn't such where she can actually see his expression, but just the heat of him beside her is enough to set an absent, persistent smile on her face.

She makes short work of her tea, apparently less out of thirst and more because with the mug out of the way she can curl in a little bit more]

[His is gone pretty fast, too - thirsty, from all that wine and nothing else to drink, and hungry enough by now that the honey extra appealing. When it's gone, he swabs the honey from the bottom of the cup with a finger, absently, and sucks it off - sets the cup aside, when he's done, to settle in against her]

[She shifts again, her other arm draping over his waist]

Still hungry? I'll grab you something else, if you want.

If you can levitate it over with your mind powers, sure. Otherwise I'm good.

[He has not been warm in 100+ odd days, either of them moving sounds unappealing,]