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Word 152
Title: Sun and Moon
Fandom: Lost
Rating:G
A/N: I can't believe I finally wrote a Lost fic. Gah. But I'm rather pleased - I think most of it works rather well even if you don't know the fandom, which always makes me happy.
He had always loved the sunshine, fiercely. As a boy, he’d lean back on the boat, letting the sun’s rays bathe his face for a moment as they came out from behind a cloud, earning him a fond scolding from his father. Whenever the sun hit the choppy waves, scattering in a thousand different directions, he couldn’t help but feel his spirits lift.
The day he left, he assured himself that there was sun in the city too. It wasn’t as if the light were the exclusive property of rural villages, and his mother had always told him the sun shone on rich and poor alike. Why not rich, he had considered, rather than poor, if I get the sun either way? Even so, there was a sinking feeling that went with his departure, beyond the uncertainty of the unknown.
And though he could see the sun from his tiny apartment, if he peered up between the blinds and craned his neck beyond the brick façade of the neighboring building, the light filtered down from far away, as if the people in the offices and hotels stories and stories above were absorbing it before it could make its way down the street. He reminded himself why he had come and tried to ignore the gloominess that had nothing to do with clouds, settling over his days and weeks.
She had been the moon, for him, since their first glance. Her smile had danced like the pale, beautiful silver light that was the exclusive property of the night. And though it was the most beautiful gift he’d ever received… it wasn’t enough. He wanted it to be, and he tried harder than he knew he was capable of. But the moon, though it has many delightful properties, isn’t able to pierce through gloom and darkness with the strength and clarity that he had half forgotten he missed.
The island was full of sunlight. It seemed to drip from the cliffs, and run in thick, sticky rivers across the pale beaches. It bounced from wave to wave, playful. But it wasn’t until his return… until the moment he saw her running to him, half insane with joy… that the golden light of the island and the silver light of the moon came together and killed the gloom that had so long settled over his heart.
Fandom: Lost
Rating:G
A/N: I can't believe I finally wrote a Lost fic. Gah. But I'm rather pleased - I think most of it works rather well even if you don't know the fandom, which always makes me happy.
He had always loved the sunshine, fiercely. As a boy, he’d lean back on the boat, letting the sun’s rays bathe his face for a moment as they came out from behind a cloud, earning him a fond scolding from his father. Whenever the sun hit the choppy waves, scattering in a thousand different directions, he couldn’t help but feel his spirits lift.
The day he left, he assured himself that there was sun in the city too. It wasn’t as if the light were the exclusive property of rural villages, and his mother had always told him the sun shone on rich and poor alike. Why not rich, he had considered, rather than poor, if I get the sun either way? Even so, there was a sinking feeling that went with his departure, beyond the uncertainty of the unknown.
And though he could see the sun from his tiny apartment, if he peered up between the blinds and craned his neck beyond the brick façade of the neighboring building, the light filtered down from far away, as if the people in the offices and hotels stories and stories above were absorbing it before it could make its way down the street. He reminded himself why he had come and tried to ignore the gloominess that had nothing to do with clouds, settling over his days and weeks.
She had been the moon, for him, since their first glance. Her smile had danced like the pale, beautiful silver light that was the exclusive property of the night. And though it was the most beautiful gift he’d ever received… it wasn’t enough. He wanted it to be, and he tried harder than he knew he was capable of. But the moon, though it has many delightful properties, isn’t able to pierce through gloom and darkness with the strength and clarity that he had half forgotten he missed.
The island was full of sunlight. It seemed to drip from the cliffs, and run in thick, sticky rivers across the pale beaches. It bounced from wave to wave, playful. But it wasn’t until his return… until the moment he saw her running to him, half insane with joy… that the golden light of the island and the silver light of the moon came together and killed the gloom that had so long settled over his heart.