For Eymberfyire: Love Will Tear Us Apart (PG13)
Dec 12, 2013 11:47:56 GMT 10
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Post by wordy on Dec 12, 2013 11:47:56 GMT 10
Title: Love Will Tear Us Apart
Rating: PG13
For: EymberFyire
Prompt: #5 – with femmeslash
Summary: Love, change, and all the difficulties inbetween.
Notes and Warnings: Linh is the name I gave Lark, before she was Lark. Title is the song by Joy Division. Sexual references?
It was said that she had danced for kings and queens, her name known to the far side of the Pebbled Sea. But in the early hours of the morning, before the floors were swept and the sun was still striving to pull itself into the sky, Linh could press herself against Yazmín Hebet and pretend that she was hers alone.
The previous night was not yet a hazy memory, the ache of their love-making still trapped between them. Linh shifted carefully, trying not to wake the other woman as she wiggled her toes and flexed her foot, the prickly numbness of sleep fading slowly. When she curled back towards Yazmín, she was met with a smile and heavy eyelids.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered. Their hands found each other, fingers twisting together, and her heart stuttered at even that small intimacy.
Yazmin hummed. “I should be getting up for rehearsal.”
It would be selfish to ask her to stay. Linh knew what it was like to work strict deadlines, both for training and for performances. There was always tomorrow. They had countless tomorrows.
Except that was a lie.
Yazmín must have sensed the change in her, or perhaps her face had shown something it shouldn’t have. Yazmín was good with people. Until now, Linh had been able to think that of herself; doubt was such an easy path for her mind to take, though, and beginning a new life in Summersea had opened that path before she had even realised it stood waiting.
Soft hands cupped her face. “Is this about last night?” asked Yazmín softly.
Linh dropped her eyes. “I know you didn’t mean it, not…exactly.”
“Of course I meant it, Linh. I do love you—”
But.
“—but forever is such a long time.” She paused, searching for the right words. “Love is not limited, though. Not for me. We may not be together in fifty years, but I would still love you then, still have loved you now. There’s so much I want to do…”
Linh took a shaky breath, smiled and grasped Yazmín’s wrist. “I understand. I do.”
Once, it would have been Linh saying those words. Love had been easy when she was travelling, leaving wonderful places behind, always looking for the next. You could not keep a bird when it had wings made to fly. Perhaps she had changed.
She allowed Yazmín to kiss her, then sighed as the other woman pulled away and rose to get dressed. There was still tomorrow, and the tomorrow after that. But it would break her heart to count them all.
Rating: PG13
For: EymberFyire
Prompt: #5 – with femmeslash
Summary: Love, change, and all the difficulties inbetween.
Notes and Warnings: Linh is the name I gave Lark, before she was Lark. Title is the song by Joy Division. Sexual references?
It was said that she had danced for kings and queens, her name known to the far side of the Pebbled Sea. But in the early hours of the morning, before the floors were swept and the sun was still striving to pull itself into the sky, Linh could press herself against Yazmín Hebet and pretend that she was hers alone.
The previous night was not yet a hazy memory, the ache of their love-making still trapped between them. Linh shifted carefully, trying not to wake the other woman as she wiggled her toes and flexed her foot, the prickly numbness of sleep fading slowly. When she curled back towards Yazmín, she was met with a smile and heavy eyelids.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered. Their hands found each other, fingers twisting together, and her heart stuttered at even that small intimacy.
Yazmin hummed. “I should be getting up for rehearsal.”
It would be selfish to ask her to stay. Linh knew what it was like to work strict deadlines, both for training and for performances. There was always tomorrow. They had countless tomorrows.
Except that was a lie.
Yazmín must have sensed the change in her, or perhaps her face had shown something it shouldn’t have. Yazmín was good with people. Until now, Linh had been able to think that of herself; doubt was such an easy path for her mind to take, though, and beginning a new life in Summersea had opened that path before she had even realised it stood waiting.
Soft hands cupped her face. “Is this about last night?” asked Yazmín softly.
Linh dropped her eyes. “I know you didn’t mean it, not…exactly.”
“Of course I meant it, Linh. I do love you—”
But.
“—but forever is such a long time.” She paused, searching for the right words. “Love is not limited, though. Not for me. We may not be together in fifty years, but I would still love you then, still have loved you now. There’s so much I want to do…”
Linh took a shaky breath, smiled and grasped Yazmín’s wrist. “I understand. I do.”
Once, it would have been Linh saying those words. Love had been easy when she was travelling, leaving wonderful places behind, always looking for the next. You could not keep a bird when it had wings made to fly. Perhaps she had changed.
She allowed Yazmín to kiss her, then sighed as the other woman pulled away and rose to get dressed. There was still tomorrow, and the tomorrow after that. But it would break her heart to count them all.