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sga_flashficTitle: Cast Anchor
Author: Evangeline
Pairing: Parrish/Lorne
Rating: PG-13
Spoiler: Vague spoiler for Coup d'Etat
AN: I swore I wouldn't write Porne until they got first names in the show, but I might as well wait until I win the lottery, if I'm going to go that route. Also, I've read so many fics with Nick Lorne and David Parrish that they've bludgeoned their way into my personal canon. Thank you to whoever birthed them. And another thank you toscifijunkie for the speedy beta. *smile*
Summary: David had always taken walks before and he wasn't going to stop as though things were different now, because nothing ever happened as far as anyone else was concerned – theirs was a secret story.
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Cast Anchor
The mornings were cold out on the pier where the wind misted salt and water onto his face; it was as good a wake-up call as any for sleep that never called him to rest. David had always taken walks before and he wasn't going to stop as though things were different now, because nothing ever happened as far as anyone else was concerned – theirs was a secret story. He remembered skin ghosting so close, whisperlike, two bodies resisting until they found their north and south and gave into opposite poles. The memories caught in his throat and he blew them out on a sigh into the restless waters, where nobody would hear, and nobody would know.
It was the first time he walked back on his own. He thought he'd get used to it, as with everything, in time.
*
Nick thought too much about little things and thought too little about big things. He wasn't sure of which he was guilty while he stood staring at metal and a steady point of light, a door and its lock, staring brazenly back. It would be easy to coax the proverbial pins to slide into place for him, flush with the shear line of his thoughts, but whereas his father had taught him to do whatever it takes, his mother had taught him to knock, and after the separation he had grown up a gentleman.
The door slid open before he could do anything productive, and it slid closed before he realized he'd stepped through. He'd planned on something easy, gallant, perhaps a touch of cavalier, but with David looking at him like he was an answered prayer, Nick let pride seep out of his bloodwarm fingers and let his hands speak of something more sacred.
"I'd have been here first thing," he murmured into trembling skin, capturing the devastating solace that threatened to break the confines of his arms, breathing in what he thought must be the scent of a heart crumbling and remoulding and learning how to beat again.
"But protocol, I know," said David, finishing the sentence without a second thought. He tightened his hold around the other man as though if he pulled hard enough, they'd catch on each other's contours and corners and lock into place.
After a while, Nick chuckled, letting his hand roam up and down David's back to soothe the rawness from the taut muscles. "Couldn't run away even if I'd the strength to."
"They brought back bodies."
"There was a coup."
"I suppose there's a story in between," David said, loosening his arms and stepping back, "but you look desperate for bed."
Nick smirked, roguish even in exhaustion. He aimed a kiss, missed, and landed his lips on the side of David's own.
"Sleep first, debauchery later," David insisted, leading Nick to his unmade bed, stripping them both as they went along. "I'll lose my head otherwise."
"You seem to be doing a fine job keeping it in place so far," Nick replied, yawning as he settled under the sheets, turning instinctively homeward to David's warmth.
"It would be embarrassing to freak out now if this turns out to be a dream," David reasoned, tucking himself around Nick to stave off the vertigo.
Nick was already half-asleep when he mumbled, "Don't wake me."
*
Disorientation was never a friend of David's, who mapped out routes and asked for directions and tended to feel queasy in an upside-down jumper despite inertial dampeners. He moved his fingers to determine which limbs were his, then wished he hadn't; there was comfort in not knowing, in being part of a convoluted whole. Restlessness washed over him in a callous wave, but he was determined to keep a promise he never uttered. He could stay still until parts of him passed numb and then, when the pinpricks turned more into a hushed ache, the rest of him would catch up with his chest and he could return to himself again.
David pressed his forehead against Nick's, unlevelled, eyelids fluttering slowly to caress lashes against cheeks, stealing each other's breath.
"Not enough," Nick sighed, stirring into wakefulness, hand coming up to search for an anchor and finding the side of David's face.
David leaned in to press their parted lips together, murmuring, "Didn't think I'd have this again," almost breaking from the sudden weight of the truth. It was graceless and feverish, all frenzied grasps and shallow gasps, and he knew he'd never get used to this, not after a thousand lifetimes.
Smiling at the thought, David held on.
~*~
Thank you for reading my first flash fic. :)
Author: Evangeline
Pairing: Parrish/Lorne
Rating: PG-13
Spoiler: Vague spoiler for Coup d'Etat
AN: I swore I wouldn't write Porne until they got first names in the show, but I might as well wait until I win the lottery, if I'm going to go that route. Also, I've read so many fics with Nick Lorne and David Parrish that they've bludgeoned their way into my personal canon. Thank you to whoever birthed them. And another thank you to
scifijunkie for the speedy beta. *smile*Summary: David had always taken walks before and he wasn't going to stop as though things were different now, because nothing ever happened as far as anyone else was concerned – theirs was a secret story.
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Cast Anchor
The mornings were cold out on the pier where the wind misted salt and water onto his face; it was as good a wake-up call as any for sleep that never called him to rest. David had always taken walks before and he wasn't going to stop as though things were different now, because nothing ever happened as far as anyone else was concerned – theirs was a secret story. He remembered skin ghosting so close, whisperlike, two bodies resisting until they found their north and south and gave into opposite poles. The memories caught in his throat and he blew them out on a sigh into the restless waters, where nobody would hear, and nobody would know.
It was the first time he walked back on his own. He thought he'd get used to it, as with everything, in time.
*
Nick thought too much about little things and thought too little about big things. He wasn't sure of which he was guilty while he stood staring at metal and a steady point of light, a door and its lock, staring brazenly back. It would be easy to coax the proverbial pins to slide into place for him, flush with the shear line of his thoughts, but whereas his father had taught him to do whatever it takes, his mother had taught him to knock, and after the separation he had grown up a gentleman.
The door slid open before he could do anything productive, and it slid closed before he realized he'd stepped through. He'd planned on something easy, gallant, perhaps a touch of cavalier, but with David looking at him like he was an answered prayer, Nick let pride seep out of his bloodwarm fingers and let his hands speak of something more sacred.
"I'd have been here first thing," he murmured into trembling skin, capturing the devastating solace that threatened to break the confines of his arms, breathing in what he thought must be the scent of a heart crumbling and remoulding and learning how to beat again.
"But protocol, I know," said David, finishing the sentence without a second thought. He tightened his hold around the other man as though if he pulled hard enough, they'd catch on each other's contours and corners and lock into place.
After a while, Nick chuckled, letting his hand roam up and down David's back to soothe the rawness from the taut muscles. "Couldn't run away even if I'd the strength to."
"They brought back bodies."
"There was a coup."
"I suppose there's a story in between," David said, loosening his arms and stepping back, "but you look desperate for bed."
Nick smirked, roguish even in exhaustion. He aimed a kiss, missed, and landed his lips on the side of David's own.
"Sleep first, debauchery later," David insisted, leading Nick to his unmade bed, stripping them both as they went along. "I'll lose my head otherwise."
"You seem to be doing a fine job keeping it in place so far," Nick replied, yawning as he settled under the sheets, turning instinctively homeward to David's warmth.
"It would be embarrassing to freak out now if this turns out to be a dream," David reasoned, tucking himself around Nick to stave off the vertigo.
Nick was already half-asleep when he mumbled, "Don't wake me."
*
Disorientation was never a friend of David's, who mapped out routes and asked for directions and tended to feel queasy in an upside-down jumper despite inertial dampeners. He moved his fingers to determine which limbs were his, then wished he hadn't; there was comfort in not knowing, in being part of a convoluted whole. Restlessness washed over him in a callous wave, but he was determined to keep a promise he never uttered. He could stay still until parts of him passed numb and then, when the pinpricks turned more into a hushed ache, the rest of him would catch up with his chest and he could return to himself again.
David pressed his forehead against Nick's, unlevelled, eyelids fluttering slowly to caress lashes against cheeks, stealing each other's breath.
"Not enough," Nick sighed, stirring into wakefulness, hand coming up to search for an anchor and finding the side of David's face.
David leaned in to press their parted lips together, murmuring, "Didn't think I'd have this again," almost breaking from the sudden weight of the truth. It was graceless and feverish, all frenzied grasps and shallow gasps, and he knew he'd never get used to this, not after a thousand lifetimes.
Smiling at the thought, David held on.
~*~
Thank you for reading my first flash fic. :)
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Date: 2006-06-11 02:32 am (UTC)WHY AREN'T YOU WORKING ON YOUR REEL FIC? XD
Thanks, lovely. ♥♥♥
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Date: 2006-06-11 02:49 am (UTC)"He remembered skin ghosting so close, whisperlike, two bodies resisting until they found their north and south and gave into opposite poles." Great line and really made me sad to realize that David thought Nick was dead. The last lines of the story were great because he's obviously in this for the long haul.
Last but not least, I loved the scene where Nick gets back and really holds onto David. In most fics I've read, David is the one who seems more invested in the relationship but you showed that Nick wants it as much as David.
I hope to read more stories from you about Parrish and Lorne.
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Date: 2006-06-11 02:53 am (UTC)Thank you so much. I actually wrote this because my pre-Atlantis Parrish/Lorne fic isn't cooperating at the moment, but I was itching to get something out. Hopefully, I'll get it started soon. :D
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Date: 2006-06-11 03:31 am (UTC)2 things. 1 - I know exactly what you mean. 2 - *Brow beats your stubborn plot into submssion* Go and write it!!
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Date: 2006-06-11 01:06 pm (UTC)as though if he pulled hard enough, they'd catch on each other's contours and corners and lock into place
*sigh* that's so beautiful.
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Date: 2006-06-11 04:32 pm (UTC)lovely lines like this
turning instinctively homeward to David's warmth
are wonderful no matter what their first names are. Thank you
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Date: 2006-06-12 10:26 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing! :)
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Date: 2006-07-02 07:59 am (UTC)These were written brilliantly:
"I'd have been here first thing," he murmured into trembling skin, capturing the devastating solace that threatened to break the confines of his arms, breathing in what he thought must be the scent of a heart crumbling and remoulding and learning how to beat again.
David pressed his forehead against Nick's, unlevelled, eyelids fluttering slowly to caress lashes against cheeks, stealing each other's breath."Not enough," Nick sighed, stirring into wakefulness, hand coming up to search for an anchor and finding the side of David's face.
Thank you very much for sharing.
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