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tamingthemuseTitle: Jumping
Fandom: original
Prompt: Temptation
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Summary: Jacky makes a discovery of a lifetime. Unfortunately, the site he’s researching has left no clues to who they were, save for one just out of reach.
The temptation was just too great. Jacky stood and walked the short distance to the crag splitting the smooth landscape. Vaguely, he wondered if it had been caused by an earthquake. Were they in danger? His eyes trailed down into the misty darkness far below him.
While exploring, they had learned that it wasn’t really that deep, it only looked that way due to the fog that persisted in clouding everything. His eyes returned to the object of his desire.
The stone was perfectly shaped into a square and the team had all agreed that it had been a part of the pillar that had stood not an arm’s reach from where Jacky stood now. Unlike the base, this one had words written on it. At the bottom of the crag were more similar stones, but the fall had destroyed all traces of writing. What the fall hadn’t shattered, time and weather had finished.
Licking his lips, he put his toes to the edge and felt his heart flutter in his chest as he felt the cool wind blowing up from below.
The stone was maybe a body and a half’s length away. Maybe he could jump it. His eyes went back to the mist-obscured ground. There was no way they were going to get the stone back to their level, but he felt a desire, a pressing need, to know what was on that stone. What they had found so far of this lost kingdom just wasn’t enough. It had brought about more questions than answers.
Jen called him from behind and he stepped away from the edge, turning to greet her.
“Look at this, Jacky. It’s legible.” She held out a small clay tablet to him and smiled up at him. He fingered the words carved so delicately. “Well, come on, genius. What’s it say?”
“It’s an accounting of grain. It seems they bought grain from far away and had it shipped here. See here, this is the amount for the caravan to bring it to the city. They paid them in metalwork and other man made things. Here, they were paid in a ring of silver.”
Jen smiled. “Do you think we’ll find silver here?” She grinned when Jacky’s eyes shot to hers. “I know, I know. We’re here for the research, not the wealth or fame that comes with it. But, you know I just can’t resist.” She took back the clay tablet and walked to the small table they’d set up to record all their finds.
Shaking his head, he watched her walk away with a smile. As he watched, Chris meant up with her and they were soon deep in conversation. His smile slipped away.
He trusted Jen, always had, always will. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t see what was right before him.
She was in love with Chris. He had been waiting for her to break it off with him for some time now, but it seemed that she was putting Chris off rather than him. Then he realized why.
They were best friends before they had started dating. They’d been best friends since childhood when their mothers were neighbors. Jen didn’t want to hurt him. She still loved him enough to not want to end things badly between them. Whenever the subject of Chris came up between them, she would always change the subject and avoid talking about him.
Soon he was going to have to set her down and get her to let go. Always she wanted everything to be perfect. She wanted them to last, to be together forever, just as she had when they were younger, and when they first started dating.
Another of his team came up to him then with a question and another followed. Soon he was engrossed in the dig and the small finds they were discovering left and right. Always in the back of his mind, though, was the stone laying on an outcropping just out of reach.
As the workers settled down into their respective jobs, he was free once again to seek out the crag and stare at the white stone. Still had they not found much to tell them about the people that had lived here three thousand years ago. There were some accounts of trade, a few pieces of art, and even less proof of government.
It was as if the people had up and disappeared and took all their stuff with them, leaving next to nothing behind.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, again filled with the thrill of what he was considering. He could make it, right? It wasn’t that far off. If he grabbed some rope, it’d be good. With that though in mind, he returned to his tent and gathered rope, chalk, and paper for a rubbing. As he turned to leave the tent, something made him reconsider and he grabbed the old amulet his grandfather had given him ages ago. He slipped the thin chain over his head and tucked the charm under his shirt before exiting the tent.
His heart fluttered again as his thoughts returned to the danger he was putting himself in. He’d not done anything like this before, knowingly putting his life on the line for his work, but he just had to know what that stone said.
Everything would turn out fine, he thought. His anxiety always did this to him, made him turn things like this into a huge event, when all he was going to do was make a short jump.
It’d be fine.
Fandom: original
Prompt: Temptation
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Summary: Jacky makes a discovery of a lifetime. Unfortunately, the site he’s researching has left no clues to who they were, save for one just out of reach.
The temptation was just too great. Jacky stood and walked the short distance to the crag splitting the smooth landscape. Vaguely, he wondered if it had been caused by an earthquake. Were they in danger? His eyes trailed down into the misty darkness far below him.
While exploring, they had learned that it wasn’t really that deep, it only looked that way due to the fog that persisted in clouding everything. His eyes returned to the object of his desire.
The stone was perfectly shaped into a square and the team had all agreed that it had been a part of the pillar that had stood not an arm’s reach from where Jacky stood now. Unlike the base, this one had words written on it. At the bottom of the crag were more similar stones, but the fall had destroyed all traces of writing. What the fall hadn’t shattered, time and weather had finished.
Licking his lips, he put his toes to the edge and felt his heart flutter in his chest as he felt the cool wind blowing up from below.
The stone was maybe a body and a half’s length away. Maybe he could jump it. His eyes went back to the mist-obscured ground. There was no way they were going to get the stone back to their level, but he felt a desire, a pressing need, to know what was on that stone. What they had found so far of this lost kingdom just wasn’t enough. It had brought about more questions than answers.
Jen called him from behind and he stepped away from the edge, turning to greet her.
“Look at this, Jacky. It’s legible.” She held out a small clay tablet to him and smiled up at him. He fingered the words carved so delicately. “Well, come on, genius. What’s it say?”
“It’s an accounting of grain. It seems they bought grain from far away and had it shipped here. See here, this is the amount for the caravan to bring it to the city. They paid them in metalwork and other man made things. Here, they were paid in a ring of silver.”
Jen smiled. “Do you think we’ll find silver here?” She grinned when Jacky’s eyes shot to hers. “I know, I know. We’re here for the research, not the wealth or fame that comes with it. But, you know I just can’t resist.” She took back the clay tablet and walked to the small table they’d set up to record all their finds.
Shaking his head, he watched her walk away with a smile. As he watched, Chris meant up with her and they were soon deep in conversation. His smile slipped away.
He trusted Jen, always had, always will. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t see what was right before him.
She was in love with Chris. He had been waiting for her to break it off with him for some time now, but it seemed that she was putting Chris off rather than him. Then he realized why.
They were best friends before they had started dating. They’d been best friends since childhood when their mothers were neighbors. Jen didn’t want to hurt him. She still loved him enough to not want to end things badly between them. Whenever the subject of Chris came up between them, she would always change the subject and avoid talking about him.
Soon he was going to have to set her down and get her to let go. Always she wanted everything to be perfect. She wanted them to last, to be together forever, just as she had when they were younger, and when they first started dating.
Another of his team came up to him then with a question and another followed. Soon he was engrossed in the dig and the small finds they were discovering left and right. Always in the back of his mind, though, was the stone laying on an outcropping just out of reach.
As the workers settled down into their respective jobs, he was free once again to seek out the crag and stare at the white stone. Still had they not found much to tell them about the people that had lived here three thousand years ago. There were some accounts of trade, a few pieces of art, and even less proof of government.
It was as if the people had up and disappeared and took all their stuff with them, leaving next to nothing behind.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, again filled with the thrill of what he was considering. He could make it, right? It wasn’t that far off. If he grabbed some rope, it’d be good. With that though in mind, he returned to his tent and gathered rope, chalk, and paper for a rubbing. As he turned to leave the tent, something made him reconsider and he grabbed the old amulet his grandfather had given him ages ago. He slipped the thin chain over his head and tucked the charm under his shirt before exiting the tent.
His heart fluttered again as his thoughts returned to the danger he was putting himself in. He’d not done anything like this before, knowingly putting his life on the line for his work, but he just had to know what that stone said.
Everything would turn out fine, he thought. His anxiety always did this to him, made him turn things like this into a huge event, when all he was going to do was make a short jump.
It’d be fine.
