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...since that's undoubtedly what this fic will do.

Title: Heavy Things
Word Count: 768
Pairing(s): Linkara/Marzgurl
Universe: That Guy With The Glasses In SPACE!
Warnings: RPF, mildly depressing.
Summary: Sequel to 'Spun Sugar'. Linkara considers the future.
Disclaimer: Not mine. 'Spun Sugar' was written by the illustrious Beth Waters.

I don’t wanna tell you I love you
And watch you wither away, wither away,
Like a wildflower I picked and it died in an hour
Like it knew I stole its freedom
And it’d rather die than live that way…

It was five in the morning, and Linkara was falling in love with Marz again.

She was asleep, her head on his shoulder, her body curved against his, her now-indigo hair a sharp contrast against her pale skin and the crisp white of the bedsheets.

A lock of hair fell across her mouth. Smiling to himself, Linkara pushed it up behind her ear, before leaning over and gently kissing her lips. She shifted, stirring slightly, before resettling and slipping back into what dreams played under her eyelids.

‘I wish this didn’t have to end.’


The thought was wistful, longing and, in a strange way, happy.

Abruptly, another thought emerged.

‘This doesn’t have to.’


Unbidden, an image suddenly played out in his head…

- - -

Albina.

It was a planet in the Cliodhana system – a pastoral planet.

It was also absurdly beautiful. He’d been there, once, a long time ago – gone there to try and recruit Paw, shortly after the musician had started a family. It had been a sunny day, with enough of a wind to stop it being stifling – huge weeping willows’ leaves whispered in it, stirring ripples in the lake Linkara stood at, just before he headed off to find his comrade.

There had been a couple, he remembered. They’d been in a small boat lazily drifting on the smooth water. Butterflies had, curious, gone to inspect the flowers the boy was tying in his lover’s hair. She had giggled and, startled, the butterflies had flown away.

A blink, and suddenly he was watching Marz giggle and play with a beflowered lock. And the hand that went to still hers was his…


- - -

“Linkara?”

Linkara was startled out of his musings when he saw Marz’s eyes open a little blearily.

“Did I wake you?” he asked. Marz sleepily nodded, “Sorry. Go back to sleep.”

“Can’t,” she yawned, nuzzling against Linkara’s neck, “You’re thinking too loud.”

“I’m thinking too loud?”

“Uh-huh.”

Linkara considered this.

“Fair enough.”

“What’re you thinking about?”

Linkara shifted so that he had an arm wrapped about Marz’s waist.

“Albina.”

“Albina? You mean where Paw lived?”

“Yeah. I was thinking about going back. After this, I mean. After we beat Insano.”

“Oh,” said Marz, “Why?”

“Well, y’know. It’s a nice place. Beautiful,” he was silent for a moment, working up the guts to say it, “And I was thinking of…y’know. Living there.”

“Mm,” said Marz.

“And of…” Linkara licked his lips, “…you. Living there. With me, I mean.”

Marz was quiet for a moment.

“Oh,” she finally said.

“Yeah. I mean…”

“I couldn’t. It’s a planet…”

“You never know,” said Linkara, “Suede and Chick…they might be able to find a way to reinforce your body that doesn’t involve the bracings.”

“Yeah,” she was quiet for another moment, “Well…if they do. I wouldn’t mind. Is Albina really that beautiful?”

“It’s wonderful,” said Linkara. His eyes met hers and she smiled, dazzling him, “Once the war is over. We’ll see what we can do, and then we’ll buy a place in Albina.”

“And live happily ever after?” said Marz, amused.

“Yeah,” said Linkara, kissing her again. She tasted faintly of blueberries, “Live happily ever after.”

- - -

Sage was dying, Linkara was dying, Marz was dead, and the doomed image of their future together was dancing in Linkara’s mind.

…and it was filled with sunlight and clear water, as clear as the lake the boat floated on. He picked up the soft wildflowers and started weaving them through Marz’s purple hair as she giggled and butterflies danced around them…


“Well?” said Linkara. Sage raised Linkara’s gun.

…and she reached up to push a lock away but he caught her hand and laid a soft kiss on its palm, and she smiled, eyes bright and happy, hair shifting to a cheerful yellow, then red, then back to purple…


Blood was leaking out of the huge wound on Linkara’s side. His vision was going fuzzy. Somewhere Marz’s lips were growing cold.

…except they weren’t. They were dazzling him with their smile as he leaned over…


“What are you waiting for?”

…he kissed her and tasted blueberries on his tongue.



BANG.


But I don’t want things to change
Why can’t they stay the same
Don’t wanna clip your wings
Those words are heavy things
Don’t want it to fade
This lovely thing we’ve made

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tiny_shy_owl
Dec. 10th, 2009 07:05 am (UTC)
You like to make us cry, don't you? ADMIT IT!

Congratulations for a beautiful one-shot. Since it's the first time I comment on one of your stories, I'll take the opportunity to say that I loved your other fanfics (especially IN SPACE, which is just pure awesome). Keep them coming!

(And, really, you're a sadist. No wonder you write Ask That Guy so well.) XD
freya_sacksen
Dec. 10th, 2009 07:36 am (UTC)
You like to make us cry, don't you? ADMIT IT!
NO! I...I...
...
...
...
maybe.

Congratulations for a beautiful one-shot. Since it's the first time I comment on one of your stories, I'll take the opportunity to say that I loved your other fanfics (especially IN SPACE, which is just pure awesome). Keep them coming!
Thank you very much! I will do my best!

(And, really, you're a sadist. No wonder you write Ask That Guy so well.) XD
Sadomasochist, my dear, sadomasochist. If I didn't have a shred of masochism, I wouldn't write them at all, now, would I?
fininevermore
Dec. 10th, 2009 10:17 pm (UTC)
...Thanks. I've teared up. Well, I knew it would be worse if I had a slow-paced song, or even worse, that song. But I know you. I planned ahead!

But seriously, that was so sad, but still sweet. I love it.
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