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wintersday) wrote2022-10-02 07:44 pm
wintersday) wrote2022-10-02 07:44 pm
Fill: Fall/Rise
Title: Fall/Rise
Fandom: Homestuck
Major Characters/Pairings: Sollux/Feferi
Wordcount: 222 words
Rating: Teen
POV: Second person
Summary: A fish could marry a bee, but where would they live? (Symmetry and underwater kisses)
You don’t belong here.
The waves are thunderous. The distance in all directions is immense. Eridan would say it’s literally not your place, and that’s what makes you stay, because fuck that, fuck him. You take a running leap from the cliff, and instead of launching into flight, you let momentum and gravity carry you through freefall to stinging impact.
Cold water and silence engulf you. Even your voices down here are muffled, and the salt that floods your mouth is a reminder that not every kind of airless weightlessness is alike. You’re split in two, as always: a thinkpan that wants to stay, a body already thrashing for the surface.
FF rises from below to catch you, her laughter escaping in a stream of bubbles as her claws scrape your hips and she pulls you back down. She’s bright as a lure in darkness: flared fins, a sharklike smile, bioluminescence limning the tendrils of her hair. You reach for her and find yourself entangled. Her mouth closes on yours, and she breathes out as you breathe in. Oxygen flows between you – just enough to keep you here, lightheaded and alive.
You’re split in two, as always: a mind that remembers the light of dual monitors and code taking form beneath your claws. A body that wants to let itself be subsumed.
Fandom: Homestuck
Major Characters/Pairings: Sollux/Feferi
Wordcount: 222 words
Rating: Teen
POV: Second person
Summary: A fish could marry a bee, but where would they live? (Symmetry and underwater kisses)
You don’t belong here.
The waves are thunderous. The distance in all directions is immense. Eridan would say it’s literally not your place, and that’s what makes you stay, because fuck that, fuck him. You take a running leap from the cliff, and instead of launching into flight, you let momentum and gravity carry you through freefall to stinging impact.
Cold water and silence engulf you. Even your voices down here are muffled, and the salt that floods your mouth is a reminder that not every kind of airless weightlessness is alike. You’re split in two, as always: a thinkpan that wants to stay, a body already thrashing for the surface.
FF rises from below to catch you, her laughter escaping in a stream of bubbles as her claws scrape your hips and she pulls you back down. She’s bright as a lure in darkness: flared fins, a sharklike smile, bioluminescence limning the tendrils of her hair. You reach for her and find yourself entangled. Her mouth closes on yours, and she breathes out as you breathe in. Oxygen flows between you – just enough to keep you here, lightheaded and alive.
You’re split in two, as always: a mind that remembers the light of dual monitors and code taking form beneath your claws. A body that wants to let itself be subsumed.