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Let's get this party started! Also, help me get back to the best part of our lovely fandom - Glitch and Cain. I love other pairings like crazy (duh...), so if anyone has a burning desire for other (slash) pairings, I'll definitely fill those requests.
But - really. Glitch/Cain. *sage nod*
But - really. Glitch/Cain. *sage nod*
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EDIT: Or unicorns! UUUUUNICORNS! *cackles and runs*
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Cain shifted his gaze between the other three corners surrounding the intersection, his view only rarely interrupted by a passing vehicle or wagon. The streets were empty of pedestrians, the early sunset of winter driving people into the warmth of home or into the dark, musty depths of the nightclub scene earlier than ever.
Just give me ten minutes, I promise I'll be right back, Glitch had said over his shoulder, hurrying off to complete an unknown yet apparently vitally important mission. Cain had pushed his pocket watch into Glitch's hand at the last moment, a tangible reminder that Cain would be waiting.
But minutes ticked past, the frosty dryness of the air making Cain cough and swallow often. The silence was too unfamiliar; he was used to constant sound. Even before Glitch and his unending chatter, there was the Loop; before that, there was Jeb and Adora. Always, sounds around him and the vacant city streets were thick without those sounds he had come to find comfort in.
Ducking into an abandoned building's entryway, leaving the door open a crack because the windows had been boarded up, Cain took shelter in the faint, rhythmic dripping and far-away creaking of the structure settling. He listened, waited, hoping to see a glimpse of movement outside that would tell him Glitch had returned.
He fell against the frame, back slipping down the unexpectedly slick, painted surface until he reached the floor. The door caught between his bent knees. body angled half-in and half-out of the hiding place. A rush of sounds, smelling of gun metal and leather, horses creeping past as their riders searched for the rebel captain.
But when he opened his eyes, the streets were again empty. The Longcoats were in his mind, his own death just a dream from the past. He hadn't been found, his family had been safe. His men had survived, that time. Let them go by, his worn fingernails digging into his palm as he had watched from a collapsed barn, watched as the headcase the Longcoats had tortured in front of him lay slumped on the ground. Frozen in place, unable to breath, unwilling to give up his mens' position to see if the body splayed out in the open had any life left in it.
Cain choked on the memory, cheeks cold and wet. He swiftly brushed his sleeve over his face, erasing the evidence, when he finally heard familiar approaching footsteps from across the street. Glitch was returning from his spontaneous errand. Even from here, Cain could see the grin Glitch wore as he dashed across the intersection to meet Cain.
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I loved the imagery in this, such as: 'bitter cold and the stillness of it let the stench of car exhaust hang in the streets, unmoving.'
You go girl!
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I can't tell if I'm shivering because you described the cold and desolation of the streets so well, or because it was such a punch to the heart!
So very PTS. *hugs Cain*
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Thank you!