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unfitforsociety) wrote2013-09-29 08:06 pm
unfitforsociety) wrote2013-09-29 08:06 pm
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across the fields of mourning, light in the distance
Pacific Rim
Homecoming by![[archiveofourown.org profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/b164c54b26e4/-/archiveofourown.org/favicon.ico)
busaikko and knight_tracer
Mako turned, the paper lantern in her hand bobbing on the morning breeze. She gripped the stick handle firmly. As a child, she'd been superstitious, believing that imperfectly-performed rituals at O-bon invited disaster. She'd been allowed to watch too many ghost stories on TV at an impressionable age, she thought.
Stacker had dissuaded her, gently but firmly, from superstitions. She no longer believed in ghosts, but her actions now were out of respect for the dead. And for the sake of her own memories. Mako takes Raleigh home with her to pay her respects to the dead. This is quiet and lovely.
Indelible bysamyazaz
"It's not because they're dead," she says, out of the blue one day as he's picking through a side of wilted salad trying to find at least a few bites that are palatable. "It's because they're important."
"You're important," he says without thinking, and watches a blinking, startled smile begin to spread across her face. "Gipsy Danger's important."
"Yes," she says.
"We should get something to commemorate that. To honor our survivors, as much as our losses." Mako and Raleigh commemorate the dead, and the living. Lovely.
The Observer Effect bytoomuchplor
(It's supposed to be a letdown, physical touch a mere faint echo after the intimacy of the neural handshake. Mako was ready for it, she'd thought, for the disappointment of it, the single-dimensionedness where there was ecstatic texture and depth in the Jaeger. And then she'd stripped Raleigh out of his undershirt, pulled off her own, and they'd pressed their bodies together, shivering with grief and joy and shock and relief, and Mako could only think finally, yes, this like it was all merely foreplay, having Raleigh's mind and memories woven into her own.) Mako and Raleigh, after.
~*~
Homecoming by
Mako turned, the paper lantern in her hand bobbing on the morning breeze. She gripped the stick handle firmly. As a child, she'd been superstitious, believing that imperfectly-performed rituals at O-bon invited disaster. She'd been allowed to watch too many ghost stories on TV at an impressionable age, she thought.
Stacker had dissuaded her, gently but firmly, from superstitions. She no longer believed in ghosts, but her actions now were out of respect for the dead. And for the sake of her own memories. Mako takes Raleigh home with her to pay her respects to the dead. This is quiet and lovely.
Indelible by
"It's not because they're dead," she says, out of the blue one day as he's picking through a side of wilted salad trying to find at least a few bites that are palatable. "It's because they're important."
"You're important," he says without thinking, and watches a blinking, startled smile begin to spread across her face. "Gipsy Danger's important."
"Yes," she says.
"We should get something to commemorate that. To honor our survivors, as much as our losses." Mako and Raleigh commemorate the dead, and the living. Lovely.
The Observer Effect by
(It's supposed to be a letdown, physical touch a mere faint echo after the intimacy of the neural handshake. Mako was ready for it, she'd thought, for the disappointment of it, the single-dimensionedness where there was ecstatic texture and depth in the Jaeger. And then she'd stripped Raleigh out of his undershirt, pulled off her own, and they'd pressed their bodies together, shivering with grief and joy and shock and relief, and Mako could only think finally, yes, this like it was all merely foreplay, having Raleigh's mind and memories woven into her own.) Mako and Raleigh, after.
~*~