doing something

[unbr8kable]

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]

Comments

[crossmyheartandhope]

Dude, if I could chop potato chips up whenever I wanted em, I'd have an axe on me 24/7.

[unbr8kable]

[Huffs out a laugh]

Woulda been more help than the hook!

[She slouches back against him, carefully offhand]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Settles in against her]

Yeah, for real.

Only way I get anything down with it is, usually when you're trying to hit a roof, all you gotta do is aim up.

[unbr8kable]

So long's gravity's on your side...

[Shifts a bit so that they're eventually a lot more horizontal than vertical. Her hand ends up over his sternum, palm down and very warm]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He goes with her, easy - nuzzles in against her all too readily]

Hey, gravity's a helper.

[unbr8kable]

Not in getting on top of things.

[Her smile curves, gentle, as she presses against him, feeing his heartbeat]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Sure, if you're jumping down ontoa roof or something.

[Just going to tuck in against her]

[unbr8kable]

[She wraps an arm around him, brushing gentle over his hip]

Sure, sure... You can have that one.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Loops an arm around her, gentle]

Sweet. I'll take it.

[unbr8kable]

Good.

[She angles her head, just a bit, to press her cheek against the warm thrum under his skin]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He presses a kiss to the top of her head, soft - reaches out to run idle fingers through her hair]

[unbr8kable]

[She gives a shaky hum, turning more into his touch]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He curls her closer, petting at her hair. He is very, very warm]

[unbr8kable]

[Her fingers curl into the thin fabric of his undershirt. Then she blatantly leans in to bask in his warmth, returned after so long]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He is warmer than he's been since forever ago - since before he tucked his soul away somewhere else, and then somewhere else again after that]

[And certainly his heart thrums, slow and steady, there beneath his skin]

[unbr8kable]

[She tries not to be too greedy as she presses against him, but it's hard--by the time she'd let herself even consider being this close, the heart in his chest had long gone cold and still, and there'd been no point in wanting anything different.

But now--together, like this--it's hard to let the opportunity pass while she has it.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He seems to bask in the closeness, the way he always does - nuzzles in nearer and tangles their legs together. The hand in her hair is still drifting back and forth, idle motion, toying softly with the strands]

[unbr8kable]

[She voices a shaky sigh, leaning in further and clinging tight]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[That's fine]

[That's more than fine]

[He doesn't seem to be in a hurry to go anywhere]