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wintersday) wrote2022-01-02 08:13 pm
wintersday) wrote2022-01-02 08:13 pm
Fic: And Green The Ground Below
Title: And green the ground below
Fandom: Homestuck
Major Characters/Pairings: Sollux, minor Sollux/Feferi
Wordcount: 222 words
Rating: Teen
POV: Second person
Summary: The end of the world / the beginning of a new one.
The bees die first.
There’s no time to wonder if you could have saved them. You’ll wonder later, when you don’t have a migraine building and a princess to pull out of danger. All you can do is register the hum of your mainframe falling to silence as your screen glitches, freezes, recovers. Something else is running your code now. You’re not sure what, but you’re suddenly certain it’s made you into a part of its machinery too, and you don’t think it’s going to be letting you go.
A meteor shakes the ground, but you don’t flinch. You’re on a mission now, methodical: save who you can. Don’t look back.
/
It turns out you don’t get to opt out of this.
It’s not just that shit’s got to go wrong some of the time, for someone. It’s that everything’s got a flip side – order and disorder, pattern and collapse. There is no universe unless Doom is a part of it. The whole thing bluescreens or just falls apart.
But you get side projects, too. You’ll never be only one thing, no matter what the Game tries to make you. And all your work is worth it when you stand in the first field of clover, FF’s fronds laced tight through yours, and watch the first swarm take to the sky unguided.
Fandom: Homestuck
Major Characters/Pairings: Sollux, minor Sollux/Feferi
Wordcount: 222 words
Rating: Teen
POV: Second person
Summary: The end of the world / the beginning of a new one.
The bees die first.
There’s no time to wonder if you could have saved them. You’ll wonder later, when you don’t have a migraine building and a princess to pull out of danger. All you can do is register the hum of your mainframe falling to silence as your screen glitches, freezes, recovers. Something else is running your code now. You’re not sure what, but you’re suddenly certain it’s made you into a part of its machinery too, and you don’t think it’s going to be letting you go.
A meteor shakes the ground, but you don’t flinch. You’re on a mission now, methodical: save who you can. Don’t look back.
/
It turns out you don’t get to opt out of this.
It’s not just that shit’s got to go wrong some of the time, for someone. It’s that everything’s got a flip side – order and disorder, pattern and collapse. There is no universe unless Doom is a part of it. The whole thing bluescreens or just falls apart.
But you get side projects, too. You’ll never be only one thing, no matter what the Game tries to make you. And all your work is worth it when you stand in the first field of clover, FF’s fronds laced tight through yours, and watch the first swarm take to the sky unguided.