Unbroken, shoes
short snippet, but!Behold, I finally finished chapter six of Unbroken. Took me damn long enough. Shame on me, in both stories! Hopefully I'll have another one out soon. For shame if I do not! Also up at FFaccount, linked in profile.
Work was painfully gruelling, not to mention painful on the knee's. I want to know who the hell decided that people on their feet 8 or more hours a day should all wear unsupportive dress shoes. You dear sir, suck. In fact, I hate you. I really, truely and most sincerly due. No love, Me.
Unbroken
Words Unheard
Outside, the snowstorm raged high overhead. A cold wind whipped across the land, pushing the tree’s to sway from their frozen graves and freezing their brittle branches. With the change of the hour the temperature continued to drop, continuing to freeze what it had not already; the land completely white. The once peaceful lazy drift of snow had turned into a heavy flurry, leaving the sky unrecognizable and the window panes ghosted with white frost. Outside, the wind continued to howl.
Yuriy pushed the door to a close behind him, leaving it just as it had been before he entered. With a sigh, he leaned heavily against the connecting wall. He didn’t have time for this. He winced as he brought a hand up to pull at his bangs. He couldn’t remember why he here in the first place. He had problems enough on his own, he didn’t have the time or the energy to deal with others. He had enough of them.
His grip tightened, his teeth clenching.
That damn bastard.
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He wasn’t to sure what it was that continued to wake him. Rei only knew he slept deliriously to the sounds of the howling winds ripping past the window overhead. It became both a source of comfort and discomfort and it may very well have been that which continued to wake him; the wind. For it continued in its rampage for what seemed like hours. But that reasoning too may have very well been wrong, having lost all sense of time.
Fitfully, he awoke every so often to toss, his body fatigued and too weary to move. While the world may have temporarily stopped spinning so violently about him, he was still far from comfortable. Once or twice he’d tried to open his eyes to establish his surroundings, and once he thought he could make out a figure at the side of the bed, standing and still. The figure must have been a comforting one, because Rei felt at ease and quickly fell back into his sleep. But just before, he could have sworn it was Kai.
It was the light breathing and soft warmth close to him that woke him any number of times later, his mind willing him to ascertain the situation; he weakly opened his eyes to find Yuriy sprawled across the end of the bed asleep. His influence over his body didn’t last much longer than that one glance before he was one again consumed.
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Kai closed the door to a creak behind him and stepped out into the hall. He breathed in a small sigh.
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Whoever, a figment of his imagination or otherwise was never there when Rei once again managed to open his eyes. Only the darkness greeted him. On several occasions he would hear the floor board’s creek under the weight of the unknown through his sleep. But it was never enough to raise him, to pull him from his fevered dreams. The produced sound was never enough however to stop the long pause that always followed the woods groaning protest. The culprit would usually swear then, that first night mumbling something to unintelligible to recognize, but Rei never caught his words.
At the change of the hour, someone would come and replace the cold compress upon his forehead and check him to be comfortable. Rei would have liked to thank them, but he never noticed and he rarely awoke for longer than a moment’s pass. However, despite the heavy weight his body felt, he was able to pull himself away from the dark unconsciousness at the sound of the whispered voices once again outside his door. He wanted to open his eyes, he wanted to see the faces of those who spoke – though he knew who they were, knowing all to well the voices they belonged to. Though he couldn’t open his eyes for longer than a second, the images he saw blurry at best, he held on to consciousness, grasping desperately at it.
“You can’t possibly think…”
And his mind began to wonder, luring and mixing bits and pieces he’d already heard. Conversations long past, words unsaid, dreams haunted in his sleep, words he already knew but couldn’t bear to hear all mingled.
“….Not doing him any good.”
“….. Saying goodbye”
Reid’s breathing staggered, the heavy weight his body felt suddenly seemed to grow.
His body, burning with fever ached at every joint and muscle movement. He wished for it to end, pleaded for it to be over. The cloth at his head had long since turned warm, having not yet been changed.
Rei breathed in deeply, the hand trembling as it reached up to pull at the cloth over his forehead; he was so thirsty, his throat dry. The cloth dropped to the pillow as he tried to reach for the bedside table in an attempt to help pull himself up. At the feeble attempt a cough made it’s way past his lips and what felt like fire exploded within his chest. He gasped, his head spinning as his hand grasped his chest.
The whispered voices just outside continued and became harsher, rising, yet still trying to keep to their whisperes for fear of waking the occupant just behind the cracked door.
“…. Doing him any favors”
“Situation much the same…. Impromptu visit… off again…”
“Cant return his feelings….”
“Break this off completely.”
Rei’s fingers wove themselves through the sheets, clutching in an attempt to anchor himself. He didn’t want to hear their words. He didn’t want to listen to what he already knew, to what he had always feared, but the pain was all consuming. The fire spreading within his chest, the sound echoing.
Something stung at his eyes and he was surprised to find, when his hand weakly moved to rub at them, they were wet. It was at this instance that something broke and his hand dropped, hitting the edge of the inn table. Something inside him was shattering into tiny pieces – and he swore he could hear it because it sounded faintly of breaking glass.
Rei couldn’t stop the tremors that wracked his body uncontrollably as his breathing deepened. He could only curl up upon his side with a soft cry.
The voices hushed outside the door, the light spilling into the room as the door was thrown open, footsteps groaning against the floor boards of those who hurried in. They spoke, calling his name but he let go, letting the pull of unconsciousness continue to once again draw him in.
But he remembered vaguely a pare of hands pulling at him, wrapping around him. Vaguely he was aware of the voices calling him and the bickering that came after. There was a silence that followed and with that silence Rei was brought more into himself, but the hands that encircled him felt cool against his skin and unconsciously Rei pressed back against them, the hands at his cheek soothing. Their cold tips brushed under his bangs, dancing along his skin, and he was suddenly rocking. Rhythmically and at first he thought he was still shaking, having been unable to stop, but the rhythm was smooth and slow. It was soothing and after no more than a moment, he fell completely into unconsciousness, feeling safe and secure.
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Kai let out a soft sigh, his breath buried in Rei’s hair. Listlessly, his fingers fell back over his raven locks, smoothing the tangles back away from his eyes. His fingers continued in their ministrations, flittering across Rei’s skin. It was cooling, his temperature beginning to drop, though still much to slowly.
The tremors that consumed Rei had finally subsided only minutes ago when he’d fallen into the final layer of sleep. Exhausted himself, Kai finally pulled himself away from his other, gently extracting him from his arm and settling Rei peacefully back upon the bed, securing the layers of blankets back around him. Slipping from the bed, Kai changed the cold compress one last time before pausing at the head of the bed beside him, watching.
The room had long since turned dark, the overshadowing window above them now ominously black with the night. He’d long sense adjusted his sight to the darkness, never once daring to move, to step away from him to switch the lights. The only source of light now came from the castoff within the hall, the sliver trickling in through the cracked door and stretching across the bed to fall across his cheek in sleep.
Sighing deeply, Kai ran a hand over his face, returning his gaze to the overhead window; eyes unfocused. There were so many things he needed to do, so many things that needed to be set right. He needed to talk to Yuriy, he thought, groaning.
His eyes traveled back down to the occupant sleeping bellow once more.
He had to fix this.
Work was painfully gruelling, not to mention painful on the knee's. I want to know who the hell decided that people on their feet 8 or more hours a day should all wear unsupportive dress shoes. You dear sir, suck. In fact, I hate you. I really, truely and most sincerly due. No love, Me.
Words Unheard
Outside, the snowstorm raged high overhead. A cold wind whipped across the land, pushing the tree’s to sway from their frozen graves and freezing their brittle branches. With the change of the hour the temperature continued to drop, continuing to freeze what it had not already; the land completely white. The once peaceful lazy drift of snow had turned into a heavy flurry, leaving the sky unrecognizable and the window panes ghosted with white frost. Outside, the wind continued to howl.
Yuriy pushed the door to a close behind him, leaving it just as it had been before he entered. With a sigh, he leaned heavily against the connecting wall. He didn’t have time for this. He winced as he brought a hand up to pull at his bangs. He couldn’t remember why he here in the first place. He had problems enough on his own, he didn’t have the time or the energy to deal with others. He had enough of them.
His grip tightened, his teeth clenching.
That damn bastard.
________________________________________
He wasn’t to sure what it was that continued to wake him. Rei only knew he slept deliriously to the sounds of the howling winds ripping past the window overhead. It became both a source of comfort and discomfort and it may very well have been that which continued to wake him; the wind. For it continued in its rampage for what seemed like hours. But that reasoning too may have very well been wrong, having lost all sense of time.
Fitfully, he awoke every so often to toss, his body fatigued and too weary to move. While the world may have temporarily stopped spinning so violently about him, he was still far from comfortable. Once or twice he’d tried to open his eyes to establish his surroundings, and once he thought he could make out a figure at the side of the bed, standing and still. The figure must have been a comforting one, because Rei felt at ease and quickly fell back into his sleep. But just before, he could have sworn it was Kai.
It was the light breathing and soft warmth close to him that woke him any number of times later, his mind willing him to ascertain the situation; he weakly opened his eyes to find Yuriy sprawled across the end of the bed asleep. His influence over his body didn’t last much longer than that one glance before he was one again consumed.
________________________________________
Kai closed the door to a creak behind him and stepped out into the hall. He breathed in a small sigh.
________________________________________
Whoever, a figment of his imagination or otherwise was never there when Rei once again managed to open his eyes. Only the darkness greeted him. On several occasions he would hear the floor board’s creek under the weight of the unknown through his sleep. But it was never enough to raise him, to pull him from his fevered dreams. The produced sound was never enough however to stop the long pause that always followed the woods groaning protest. The culprit would usually swear then, that first night mumbling something to unintelligible to recognize, but Rei never caught his words.
At the change of the hour, someone would come and replace the cold compress upon his forehead and check him to be comfortable. Rei would have liked to thank them, but he never noticed and he rarely awoke for longer than a moment’s pass. However, despite the heavy weight his body felt, he was able to pull himself away from the dark unconsciousness at the sound of the whispered voices once again outside his door. He wanted to open his eyes, he wanted to see the faces of those who spoke – though he knew who they were, knowing all to well the voices they belonged to. Though he couldn’t open his eyes for longer than a second, the images he saw blurry at best, he held on to consciousness, grasping desperately at it.
“You can’t possibly think…”
And his mind began to wonder, luring and mixing bits and pieces he’d already heard. Conversations long past, words unsaid, dreams haunted in his sleep, words he already knew but couldn’t bear to hear all mingled.
“….Not doing him any good.”
“….. Saying goodbye”
Reid’s breathing staggered, the heavy weight his body felt suddenly seemed to grow.
His body, burning with fever ached at every joint and muscle movement. He wished for it to end, pleaded for it to be over. The cloth at his head had long since turned warm, having not yet been changed.
Rei breathed in deeply, the hand trembling as it reached up to pull at the cloth over his forehead; he was so thirsty, his throat dry. The cloth dropped to the pillow as he tried to reach for the bedside table in an attempt to help pull himself up. At the feeble attempt a cough made it’s way past his lips and what felt like fire exploded within his chest. He gasped, his head spinning as his hand grasped his chest.
The whispered voices just outside continued and became harsher, rising, yet still trying to keep to their whisperes for fear of waking the occupant just behind the cracked door.
“…. Doing him any favors”
“Situation much the same…. Impromptu visit… off again…”
“Cant return his feelings….”
“Break this off completely.”
Rei’s fingers wove themselves through the sheets, clutching in an attempt to anchor himself. He didn’t want to hear their words. He didn’t want to listen to what he already knew, to what he had always feared, but the pain was all consuming. The fire spreading within his chest, the sound echoing.
Something stung at his eyes and he was surprised to find, when his hand weakly moved to rub at them, they were wet. It was at this instance that something broke and his hand dropped, hitting the edge of the inn table. Something inside him was shattering into tiny pieces – and he swore he could hear it because it sounded faintly of breaking glass.
Rei couldn’t stop the tremors that wracked his body uncontrollably as his breathing deepened. He could only curl up upon his side with a soft cry.
The voices hushed outside the door, the light spilling into the room as the door was thrown open, footsteps groaning against the floor boards of those who hurried in. They spoke, calling his name but he let go, letting the pull of unconsciousness continue to once again draw him in.
But he remembered vaguely a pare of hands pulling at him, wrapping around him. Vaguely he was aware of the voices calling him and the bickering that came after. There was a silence that followed and with that silence Rei was brought more into himself, but the hands that encircled him felt cool against his skin and unconsciously Rei pressed back against them, the hands at his cheek soothing. Their cold tips brushed under his bangs, dancing along his skin, and he was suddenly rocking. Rhythmically and at first he thought he was still shaking, having been unable to stop, but the rhythm was smooth and slow. It was soothing and after no more than a moment, he fell completely into unconsciousness, feeling safe and secure.
________________________________________
Kai let out a soft sigh, his breath buried in Rei’s hair. Listlessly, his fingers fell back over his raven locks, smoothing the tangles back away from his eyes. His fingers continued in their ministrations, flittering across Rei’s skin. It was cooling, his temperature beginning to drop, though still much to slowly.
The tremors that consumed Rei had finally subsided only minutes ago when he’d fallen into the final layer of sleep. Exhausted himself, Kai finally pulled himself away from his other, gently extracting him from his arm and settling Rei peacefully back upon the bed, securing the layers of blankets back around him. Slipping from the bed, Kai changed the cold compress one last time before pausing at the head of the bed beside him, watching.
The room had long since turned dark, the overshadowing window above them now ominously black with the night. He’d long sense adjusted his sight to the darkness, never once daring to move, to step away from him to switch the lights. The only source of light now came from the castoff within the hall, the sliver trickling in through the cracked door and stretching across the bed to fall across his cheek in sleep.
Sighing deeply, Kai ran a hand over his face, returning his gaze to the overhead window; eyes unfocused. There were so many things he needed to do, so many things that needed to be set right. He needed to talk to Yuriy, he thought, groaning.
His eyes traveled back down to the occupant sleeping bellow once more.
He had to fix this.