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ajremixHey. Brain. You know what's great? Not coming up with a depressing thing to write in the middle of dinner! *shovels food in face and grudgingly types*
Inspired by Michael Buble's Home.
Title: Lost Letters Home
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: G
Word Count: 411
Characters: York
Summary: Every day they're apart, York writes a letter.
The sun beat down through the cracks between buildings. York stood in the sidewalk, the city emptied from threat of invasion, and stared into the sky. He told Delta to watch the scanner as he went to a store and started dismantling the lock. A letter began unfurling in his mind as he did so.
'Hey, Carolina. Another flawless day in Ghostville. I'm halfway through the place already and I haven't seen a single soul. And I've been keeping a lookout so you can stop frowning at me.'
He could've just broken in, but York was a locksmith, not a thug. He had his pride and there was no way he was going to let his skills rust, even if he only worked on rudimentary locks these days.
'It's pretty much been the same old, same old. Kinda been driving me up the wall because routine is boring. And you know you can't argue with me because I'll just bring up that candlelight dinner on the observation deck. And I'll never stop bringing it up; I love that little smile that memory puts on your face.'
Delta kept silent as York composed his mental letter, merely nudging the man to whatever supplies were needed.
'D and I won't be sticking around here much longer. I've heard through the grapevine- because I totally still have one, scoff all you want, missy –that the invasion may actually not head over here, but I'm not going to stick around and find out. I think I'm more useful alive than potentially getting my liver chewed on by aliens. Even if livers are nutritious.'
It had become a habit for York as he went about on his missions. Just a quick little thing to show Carolina that he was thinking of her. Because he always thought of her.
'There's still evacuations going on not too far. I'll hotwire a car and head over there tonight. Probably jump a transport by the end of the week. Go wherever the proverbial winds take me, as usual.'
Letters he'd read at her bedside and hoped she'd hear over the AI tearing her mind apart.
'Hope you're doing well and not pushing yourself too hard. You deserve a rest, you know.'
Letters he kept mentally writing and hoped she'd hear wherever her spirit was now.
'I'll see you again someday.'
He swallowed past the tightness in his throat that always formed as he closed his letters.
'Always love you. York'
Inspired by Michael Buble's Home.
Title: Lost Letters Home
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: G
Word Count: 411
Characters: York
Summary: Every day they're apart, York writes a letter.
The sun beat down through the cracks between buildings. York stood in the sidewalk, the city emptied from threat of invasion, and stared into the sky. He told Delta to watch the scanner as he went to a store and started dismantling the lock. A letter began unfurling in his mind as he did so.
'Hey, Carolina. Another flawless day in Ghostville. I'm halfway through the place already and I haven't seen a single soul. And I've been keeping a lookout so you can stop frowning at me.'
He could've just broken in, but York was a locksmith, not a thug. He had his pride and there was no way he was going to let his skills rust, even if he only worked on rudimentary locks these days.
'It's pretty much been the same old, same old. Kinda been driving me up the wall because routine is boring. And you know you can't argue with me because I'll just bring up that candlelight dinner on the observation deck. And I'll never stop bringing it up; I love that little smile that memory puts on your face.'
Delta kept silent as York composed his mental letter, merely nudging the man to whatever supplies were needed.
'D and I won't be sticking around here much longer. I've heard through the grapevine- because I totally still have one, scoff all you want, missy –that the invasion may actually not head over here, but I'm not going to stick around and find out. I think I'm more useful alive than potentially getting my liver chewed on by aliens. Even if livers are nutritious.'
It had become a habit for York as he went about on his missions. Just a quick little thing to show Carolina that he was thinking of her. Because he always thought of her.
'There's still evacuations going on not too far. I'll hotwire a car and head over there tonight. Probably jump a transport by the end of the week. Go wherever the proverbial winds take me, as usual.'
Letters he'd read at her bedside and hoped she'd hear over the AI tearing her mind apart.
'Hope you're doing well and not pushing yourself too hard. You deserve a rest, you know.'
Letters he kept mentally writing and hoped she'd hear wherever her spirit was now.
'I'll see you again someday.'
He swallowed past the tightness in his throat that always formed as he closed his letters.
'Always love you. York'
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Date: 2012-04-01 02:36 am (UTC)LOL
Still wonderful, but I will confess this choked me up!