Day Six Cont'd
Nov. 7th, 2009 12:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mindsplintersWorld: Bordertown
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1058
Circumstance: Written at home
Emmy loved her bike and there was no denying that. She polished it and babied it until the chrome gleamed like enchanted silver, the green gas tank as rich as her chosen namesake. It was still a second-hander but, through trades and barters and bribes, she had found the best mechanics to work it over until it could purr like a kitten.
But only if stroked correctly.
For, despite her love and attention lavished upon it, Emerald Stout's motorcycle proved itself time and time again to also be the most diva-driven, finicky piece of machinery this side of anywhere. Looked like Dragon Hill, acted like a deranged River Water addict.
Chiron leaned against the cool brick wall of the alley behind Cheers and watched the slim elf-girl attempt to kickstart the beast. Finally, he sighed and strolled over to set a tanned, scarred hand on one of the handle-bars. "Emmy," he interrupted tiredly and bit back the immediate eye roll that came in response to her answering expression - all big silver eyes and pouting mouth beneath the smooth, downward swing of gradient green hair that always brushed at her thin cheeks. "Emmy, chica, why do you bother with this thing? It never works right."
"But it does!" Honesty got the better of her and she sat back with a thump, a funny sort of laughter hovering at her lips. "When it wants to. Did you know, Chiron, that she never acts up during the full moon?"
"That happens once a month, Emmy. Not really a great sellin' point there."
"Happens twice on blue moon months." She shook her head, though, even as she automatically corrected him, and dropped her hands back to brace on the pillion so she could tilt her head back to look up at the sky, stars hidden by clouds and the neon bleed of Bordertown's lights. Her hair swung back and away from her face - no helmet for Emmy - and he watched the strange lighting cast shadows of blue and violet on her pale skin. "She also likes twilight and dawn," she continued in a voice that was still amused by her recalcitrant bike. "She likes driving out to the Borderlands alright and she kicks over pretty nicely near The Dancing Ferret for some reason. Maybe she likes the music."
"Maybe you're loco." Chiron realized he still had his hand on the handlebar and took it away to shove in the pocket of his worn jeans. "How much d'you figure you've sunk into her?" He realized he'd picked up her tick of referring to the bike as a female and, this time, he did allow himself an eye roll.
"Oh, enough. She's hungry all the time." Emmy laughed softly and dropped her chin to share a luminous grin with him. "There's so many things out there that are hungry all the time, though, that a bike's nothing really. Though it helped me name her. She's Charybdis."
Chiron wrinkled his nose at her. "You got that from JD, didn't you?" he asked. "It's just the sort of shit he'd come up with. You know that thing was a monster, right? I remember reading about her back in the other place. It was a Greek myth and all. I remember thinking the 'ch' sound was weird as a 'k'," he explained with a sudden sense of discomfort at the intense way Emmy had her silver eyes focused on him. That was when he realized that he had made reference to his life before Bordertown, however vague and meaningless. He looked down at the motorcycle and rubbed a thumb over the chrome. He hated when he slipped like that, even more so when he slipped in front of Emmy.
Mostly because she either snatched at it with hungry curiosity or else she let it pass in a graceful, magnanimous way... And he could not figure out which he would rather her do consistently.
"Do you want to take a ride with me?"
He looked up and was not quite able to control the widening of his dark eyes. Quickly, he snatched his hand from her bike and ran it back through his shaggy hair, sharp with spikes and uneven rat-tails set amongst the midnight depths. "Huh?"
Emmy smiled so sweetly that he caught himself leaning in slightly. "It's almost late enough for her to start right," she explained. "Come with me and you'll see why I love her so much. We can make it to this place I know by dawn and watch the sun come up over the Border. She can always get me there without a problem."
Chiron looked at the bike again dubiously but only so he was not staring at the unearthly loveliness of Emmy's face when she was making an offer. It was no freakin' wonder the idiots in stories always said yes to deals from elf queens. "I dunno," he hedged. "I've gotta get home."
"Oh." Her face smoothed into a more gentle smile and she shifted forward in her seat again. "If you're sure..." She fiddled with the clutch a bit until, suddenly, she pressed and stepped. The bike roared to laugh and then settled into a happy rumble. Emmy's face again lit with the sunshine-bright smile. "Hey, see? It's the in-between times. Are you really sure you don't want to come along?"
He hesitated, regarding the obedient way the bike was behaving now and the hopeful look in Emmy's eyes. The unreal Elf Queen was gone and it was just his goofy co-worker once more, more than eager and so blind to reality that it was hard to do anything other than remind her of it and then follow through with protection. He sighed and, before letting himself think any further, he stepped closer and slung one long leg over the back of the bike, settling himself into the pillion position. He set his hands at her waist. "Alright but, if this thing dies again, you owe me dinner at Taco Hell."
He felt her laugh beneath his touch and gave in to his own grin. "Hold on tighter, Chiron," she giggled, lifting her voice to be heard over the rev of the bike as she tore off down the alley. "We'll go like the wind to make sure we get there on time to see the sun wake up."
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1058
Circumstance: Written at home
Emmy loved her bike and there was no denying that. She polished it and babied it until the chrome gleamed like enchanted silver, the green gas tank as rich as her chosen namesake. It was still a second-hander but, through trades and barters and bribes, she had found the best mechanics to work it over until it could purr like a kitten.
But only if stroked correctly.
For, despite her love and attention lavished upon it, Emerald Stout's motorcycle proved itself time and time again to also be the most diva-driven, finicky piece of machinery this side of anywhere. Looked like Dragon Hill, acted like a deranged River Water addict.
Chiron leaned against the cool brick wall of the alley behind Cheers and watched the slim elf-girl attempt to kickstart the beast. Finally, he sighed and strolled over to set a tanned, scarred hand on one of the handle-bars. "Emmy," he interrupted tiredly and bit back the immediate eye roll that came in response to her answering expression - all big silver eyes and pouting mouth beneath the smooth, downward swing of gradient green hair that always brushed at her thin cheeks. "Emmy, chica, why do you bother with this thing? It never works right."
"But it does!" Honesty got the better of her and she sat back with a thump, a funny sort of laughter hovering at her lips. "When it wants to. Did you know, Chiron, that she never acts up during the full moon?"
"That happens once a month, Emmy. Not really a great sellin' point there."
"Happens twice on blue moon months." She shook her head, though, even as she automatically corrected him, and dropped her hands back to brace on the pillion so she could tilt her head back to look up at the sky, stars hidden by clouds and the neon bleed of Bordertown's lights. Her hair swung back and away from her face - no helmet for Emmy - and he watched the strange lighting cast shadows of blue and violet on her pale skin. "She also likes twilight and dawn," she continued in a voice that was still amused by her recalcitrant bike. "She likes driving out to the Borderlands alright and she kicks over pretty nicely near The Dancing Ferret for some reason. Maybe she likes the music."
"Maybe you're loco." Chiron realized he still had his hand on the handlebar and took it away to shove in the pocket of his worn jeans. "How much d'you figure you've sunk into her?" He realized he'd picked up her tick of referring to the bike as a female and, this time, he did allow himself an eye roll.
"Oh, enough. She's hungry all the time." Emmy laughed softly and dropped her chin to share a luminous grin with him. "There's so many things out there that are hungry all the time, though, that a bike's nothing really. Though it helped me name her. She's Charybdis."
Chiron wrinkled his nose at her. "You got that from JD, didn't you?" he asked. "It's just the sort of shit he'd come up with. You know that thing was a monster, right? I remember reading about her back in the other place. It was a Greek myth and all. I remember thinking the 'ch' sound was weird as a 'k'," he explained with a sudden sense of discomfort at the intense way Emmy had her silver eyes focused on him. That was when he realized that he had made reference to his life before Bordertown, however vague and meaningless. He looked down at the motorcycle and rubbed a thumb over the chrome. He hated when he slipped like that, even more so when he slipped in front of Emmy.
Mostly because she either snatched at it with hungry curiosity or else she let it pass in a graceful, magnanimous way... And he could not figure out which he would rather her do consistently.
"Do you want to take a ride with me?"
He looked up and was not quite able to control the widening of his dark eyes. Quickly, he snatched his hand from her bike and ran it back through his shaggy hair, sharp with spikes and uneven rat-tails set amongst the midnight depths. "Huh?"
Emmy smiled so sweetly that he caught himself leaning in slightly. "It's almost late enough for her to start right," she explained. "Come with me and you'll see why I love her so much. We can make it to this place I know by dawn and watch the sun come up over the Border. She can always get me there without a problem."
Chiron looked at the bike again dubiously but only so he was not staring at the unearthly loveliness of Emmy's face when she was making an offer. It was no freakin' wonder the idiots in stories always said yes to deals from elf queens. "I dunno," he hedged. "I've gotta get home."
"Oh." Her face smoothed into a more gentle smile and she shifted forward in her seat again. "If you're sure..." She fiddled with the clutch a bit until, suddenly, she pressed and stepped. The bike roared to laugh and then settled into a happy rumble. Emmy's face again lit with the sunshine-bright smile. "Hey, see? It's the in-between times. Are you really sure you don't want to come along?"
He hesitated, regarding the obedient way the bike was behaving now and the hopeful look in Emmy's eyes. The unreal Elf Queen was gone and it was just his goofy co-worker once more, more than eager and so blind to reality that it was hard to do anything other than remind her of it and then follow through with protection. He sighed and, before letting himself think any further, he stepped closer and slung one long leg over the back of the bike, settling himself into the pillion position. He set his hands at her waist. "Alright but, if this thing dies again, you owe me dinner at Taco Hell."
He felt her laugh beneath his touch and gave in to his own grin. "Hold on tighter, Chiron," she giggled, lifting her voice to be heard over the rev of the bike as she tore off down the alley. "We'll go like the wind to make sure we get there on time to see the sun wake up."
