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writetomyheart2015-08-15 08:36 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2015-08-15 08:36 pm
[team five] If the morning light steals our souls
Title is from Empty Gold by Halsey. This is part six of A little loneliness, preceded by I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me and followed by when you met me.
He wakes up at eight, by ship time, arbitrary but convenient. Amber isn't there. She's in the pen, not sleeping, because cyborgs don't sleep, at least she she doesn't.
She doesn't see him open his eyes. It's all dark in the pen, the closest thing to sleeping Amber has, and the only alert she has is the siren going off, not the ship-wide alarm, even though she's the only one here, but the small alert that streams text over her eyes.
Patient 001 has regained consciousness. Report to the main cabin.
She's running before she hears the door slide shut behind her, sealing the pen in darkness again.
Danson's eyes are blue. He blinks as she presses the release on his sleeping pod, ship air flooding into his lungs. He coughs, once, twice, three times, and Amber doesn't know what to do.
People die, right?
Danson doesn't look very old, but on the other hand, he's older than she is.
But finally he manages to catch his breath, looking up, tears in his eyes.
"Who are you?" he asks, and Amber doesn't know what to say.
"Where am I?" he asks, looking around at the interior of the ship, and Amber realizes that there are no answers here, only questions.
"Who am I?" he asks finally, catching her eyes in his confused, almost panicked gaze, and Amber wonders if maybe he was supposed to wake up a long time ago.
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He wakes up at eight, by ship time, arbitrary but convenient. Amber isn't there. She's in the pen, not sleeping, because cyborgs don't sleep, at least she she doesn't.
She doesn't see him open his eyes. It's all dark in the pen, the closest thing to sleeping Amber has, and the only alert she has is the siren going off, not the ship-wide alarm, even though she's the only one here, but the small alert that streams text over her eyes.
Patient 001 has regained consciousness. Report to the main cabin.
She's running before she hears the door slide shut behind her, sealing the pen in darkness again.
Danson's eyes are blue. He blinks as she presses the release on his sleeping pod, ship air flooding into his lungs. He coughs, once, twice, three times, and Amber doesn't know what to do.
People die, right?
Danson doesn't look very old, but on the other hand, he's older than she is.
But finally he manages to catch his breath, looking up, tears in his eyes.
"Who are you?" he asks, and Amber doesn't know what to say.
"Where am I?" he asks, looking around at the interior of the ship, and Amber realizes that there are no answers here, only questions.
"Who am I?" he asks finally, catching her eyes in his confused, almost panicked gaze, and Amber wonders if maybe he was supposed to wake up a long time ago.
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