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tamingthemuseTitle: Working Words
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Melody
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Summary: Jacky meets his savior.
Jacky didn’t know how long he sat there, staring up at the night sky, aglow with stars and the half moon peeking through the tall trees. He felt calmer then. There was no panic in his chest, no pressure in his lungs, and no fear. And he wasn’t on the verge of falling asleep.
He sat with his knees up against his chest, eyes cast upward, drinking in the reminder that he was never alone. With a sigh, he moved and winced as his bones and muscles protested the movement. He popped a few bones and finally broke away from the stars above. The fire had died down only slightly and he looked around for whoever was with him.
The horse was nosing at the grown, still idly munching on the grass, and the saddlebag was still laying nearby. Carefully, Jacky went to the leather bags and opened the flap of one to find a few supplies, a wineskin, rope, and dried meat. In the second bag, Jacky’s eyes widened to find gold. He carefully pulled out a piece of hammered gold and instantly recognized the sun disk. A sudden wash of possession overcame him and he pressed the cold metal to his chest. There were gold coins in the bag, far more than he had ever seen before, along with a few more ornaments. He recognized armbands and earrings and even a second headdress. There were a few amber stones sprinkled in with the jewels and Jacky cupped one in the palm of his hand.
A twig snapped in the fire, sending the skin on Jacky’s back jerking with surprise. He turned around to face the fire and gasped as he found a man kneeling near the fire with a rabbit in one hand, a knife in the second. He stared at Jacky just as hard as Jacky was staring at him.
He had blue eyes and black hair in tangled in dreads, tied back with his own hair, leaving a few of the dreads pointing out oddly. He wore a headband around his brow made of leather braided together in a tight weave. The clothes he wore were also leather, and more of a type of armor rather than clothing, and sprinkled with blood. Jacky swallowed hard and slowly lowered his ass to the ground before his knees gave out. That blade looked wicked and Jacky didn’t want to test his theory that this man was here to protect him.
He could feel something inside him humming a strange melody, reverberating like a harp string plucked. It was impossible to ignore, and it was thrumming in tune with the rhythm he felt coming from the man opposite the fire from him.
Was this man the same as him? Jacky didn’t know what it was about them that made them different, but on some level, he knew he was no longer the same man he was. He was different now, and perhaps this man was as well.
He licked his lips and forced his body to move, replacing the headdress in the saddlebag. The man had turned to the rabbit and was deftly skinning the creature. Within moments, he had the rabbit splinted and over the fire. Once his preparations were finished, he returned his gaze to Jacky.
He said something in a low voice that sent shivers down Jacky’s spine. Jacky’s eyes widened at his own reaction, at how his body reacted. He folded his hands in his lap, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. He remembered waking up during that ceremony and his body reacting to the people touching him. He didn’t like it.
The man spoke again and Jacky felt a rush of awareness. He turned his eyes to the man again and listened, really listened to what he was saying. If he ignored the thrumming in his chest and the pounding of blood in his ears, Jacky could make out words in the speaking. He nearly crawled forward into the fire, so eager was he to listen and try to understand someone in this strange world, finally.
“Go slower,” he said as he crawled around the fire. The man’s eyes widened as Jacky all but crawled into his lap, one hand nearly touching his lips. “Please, say it again, but slower.” The man reached up and grasped Jacky’s hand. Instantly a spark went thought Jacky’s body and all his awareness went to that single touch. His whole world was centered around that limb where they touched. Taking a deep breath, Jacky pulled his hand free and sat back on the ground, trying to force his body to calm down and quit reacting the way it was. Like it was hungry for the other man’s touch. Lusting after it.
The man spoke slowly, his voice steady and calm and an anchor in the maelstrom that was taking over Jacky’s mind. It was what he needed to calm himself and focus on. He listened to the words and felt that if he just listened long enough the words would make sense. But they didn’t. they were warped somehow and beyond his comprehension. It was as if the language was one he knew, but it was twisted beyond his recognition. So close, but still so far away.
He cupped his face in his hands and mourned the changes that he couldn’t understand.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Melody
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Summary: Jacky meets his savior.
Jacky didn’t know how long he sat there, staring up at the night sky, aglow with stars and the half moon peeking through the tall trees. He felt calmer then. There was no panic in his chest, no pressure in his lungs, and no fear. And he wasn’t on the verge of falling asleep.
He sat with his knees up against his chest, eyes cast upward, drinking in the reminder that he was never alone. With a sigh, he moved and winced as his bones and muscles protested the movement. He popped a few bones and finally broke away from the stars above. The fire had died down only slightly and he looked around for whoever was with him.
The horse was nosing at the grown, still idly munching on the grass, and the saddlebag was still laying nearby. Carefully, Jacky went to the leather bags and opened the flap of one to find a few supplies, a wineskin, rope, and dried meat. In the second bag, Jacky’s eyes widened to find gold. He carefully pulled out a piece of hammered gold and instantly recognized the sun disk. A sudden wash of possession overcame him and he pressed the cold metal to his chest. There were gold coins in the bag, far more than he had ever seen before, along with a few more ornaments. He recognized armbands and earrings and even a second headdress. There were a few amber stones sprinkled in with the jewels and Jacky cupped one in the palm of his hand.
A twig snapped in the fire, sending the skin on Jacky’s back jerking with surprise. He turned around to face the fire and gasped as he found a man kneeling near the fire with a rabbit in one hand, a knife in the second. He stared at Jacky just as hard as Jacky was staring at him.
He had blue eyes and black hair in tangled in dreads, tied back with his own hair, leaving a few of the dreads pointing out oddly. He wore a headband around his brow made of leather braided together in a tight weave. The clothes he wore were also leather, and more of a type of armor rather than clothing, and sprinkled with blood. Jacky swallowed hard and slowly lowered his ass to the ground before his knees gave out. That blade looked wicked and Jacky didn’t want to test his theory that this man was here to protect him.
He could feel something inside him humming a strange melody, reverberating like a harp string plucked. It was impossible to ignore, and it was thrumming in tune with the rhythm he felt coming from the man opposite the fire from him.
Was this man the same as him? Jacky didn’t know what it was about them that made them different, but on some level, he knew he was no longer the same man he was. He was different now, and perhaps this man was as well.
He licked his lips and forced his body to move, replacing the headdress in the saddlebag. The man had turned to the rabbit and was deftly skinning the creature. Within moments, he had the rabbit splinted and over the fire. Once his preparations were finished, he returned his gaze to Jacky.
He said something in a low voice that sent shivers down Jacky’s spine. Jacky’s eyes widened at his own reaction, at how his body reacted. He folded his hands in his lap, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. He remembered waking up during that ceremony and his body reacting to the people touching him. He didn’t like it.
The man spoke again and Jacky felt a rush of awareness. He turned his eyes to the man again and listened, really listened to what he was saying. If he ignored the thrumming in his chest and the pounding of blood in his ears, Jacky could make out words in the speaking. He nearly crawled forward into the fire, so eager was he to listen and try to understand someone in this strange world, finally.
“Go slower,” he said as he crawled around the fire. The man’s eyes widened as Jacky all but crawled into his lap, one hand nearly touching his lips. “Please, say it again, but slower.” The man reached up and grasped Jacky’s hand. Instantly a spark went thought Jacky’s body and all his awareness went to that single touch. His whole world was centered around that limb where they touched. Taking a deep breath, Jacky pulled his hand free and sat back on the ground, trying to force his body to calm down and quit reacting the way it was. Like it was hungry for the other man’s touch. Lusting after it.
The man spoke slowly, his voice steady and calm and an anchor in the maelstrom that was taking over Jacky’s mind. It was what he needed to calm himself and focus on. He listened to the words and felt that if he just listened long enough the words would make sense. But they didn’t. they were warped somehow and beyond his comprehension. It was as if the language was one he knew, but it was twisted beyond his recognition. So close, but still so far away.
He cupped his face in his hands and mourned the changes that he couldn’t understand.
