Adventures of He and I

[indiana_j]

"Ready?" you asked, voice muffled as you stretched across the driver's seat.  Even with Bucket's dim interior light on, I could barely make out your face but I know the sound of your smiles; I could hear the tug of your lips even through that one word and I couldn't stop my answering smile even if I'd wanted to.

"Alright, Merlin," I said, half-laughing, as I rested my hip on the cooling hood of my - our - car.  "Show me the magic."

Your laugh grew from a muffled chuckle into a warm crescendo as the car went completely quiet and, as my eyes adjusted to the sudden desert darkness, I heard you slither back out, heard the car door slam shut and, as I squinted in the inky blackness, heard the crunch of your sneakers on the sandy dirt beneath our feet.

I laughed, suddenly, when you walked right into me; it hadn't been deliberate and it was a delight, that sudden press of you against me, our personal bubbles bending enough to encompass both of us.  Now, when you laughed, I felt it vibrate through my hip and shoulder and my response wasn't verbal or physical - you couldn't see it.  That flip of the heart, that stuttering, that never failed to happen when you were around.

A hand on my hip urged me away from the car and despite the knowledge that there might be coyotes or snakes or even just a hole to fall and break a leg in, I couldn't help but follow your lead.  We don't go far; when we stopped, you slipped behind me, hands on my hips with finger tips slipping just so under the hem of my sleep rumpled t-shirt.

"Lean back."  Murmured like that into my ear, why would I not do exactly that?  Back against your chest, head against your shoulder, I know what you want me to do - I stared up.

Up, up and up.  Into the never-ending dark as ink night sky; I looked up as the millions of diamond like stars stared curiously back down at us.  I felt tears well up as I tried to soak in the universes that existed just out of reach - so close and yet so far away.  The tears couldn't fall, though, not as I felt our breathing fall into a familiar pattern as you started to move us, as we danced to the music that forever existed in your head, with the stars as the only witness.

For a moment, I had a weird sensation of falling up and wondered what it would be like to drown in a sea of stars; but you grounded me to the desert floor, to this weird and stupid life we attempted to wade through.


(Remember these?)

Comments

[resplendissante.livejournal.com]

SO, this kind of made me tear up - which I am telling you just because you sometimes paint yourself as a not good writer, but you really, really are a good one, and this was amazing.

[indiana-j.livejournal.com]

*beams* Aw, thank you, that actually means a lot!

Besides my rather obvious lack of confidence when it comes to writing, I've got no discipline to sit down and write. On top of not having any inspiration lately (no surprise, considering); I was really happy to have the desire to write something last night. Hopefully it'll stick?

[deathpixie]

I do indeed remember these and I'm so glad you're writing them again.

[indiana-j.livejournal.com]

Thank you! The biggest issue with writing anything these days, besides the lack of focus, is not knowing what to write. I'd like to keep up with the AoH&I (aww, it has an acronym!) but I get hit with inspiration, not a plan.

Ah, I actually have a story I'd like to tell (I have a lot of it planned out in my head except for Certain Key Parts that I can't figure out) - maybe I should set aside time every day and actually give it a try?

[deathpixie]

Writing a little every day is a very good way to get back into things. :) Even if you never end up using it, get used to putting words down. Or, get a dictation app and talk to your phone during the drive of a morning. ;)

(oops, replied to the wrong place!)