Title: Colour of Day
Rating: T
Disclaimer: ER characters not mine.
Description: A short piece based on spoilers for 12.08. "They know anarchy as intimately as each other: chaos was the hazel in her eyes, tumult was the dark in his soul." Luby.
Author's note: Yeah, a double drabble this time, my muse has gone a bit hyper of late! This is based on spoilers, so if you want to remain unspoiled then DO NOT read on.
Dedications: You all know who you are. Thanks to everyone who read the last one, and if you're reading then please let me know what you think. Thanks. The spoilers aren't particularly detailed, this is just 99 imagination!
The city is wounded. Scarlet tongues of flame lick the still morning air. Dark clouds of smoke coagulate above like the blood of the injured. Desperate souls sift through the silver ash, clinging to any last hope. Pitch-dark anarchy unfolds with ease.
They know anarchy as intimately as each other: chaos was the hazel in her eyes, tumult was the dark in his soul.
Bright desire still pools between their gazes, the slight caramel of her skin still warm and secure against his palms. Doubt is but a lilac haze, perhaps to be burned away by the sun, or the sands of the past, even the tides of the future. Her hair like dark copper wept onto his shoulder, his necklace icy gold on her lips.
A little uncertainty may flutter in on the cool breeze, yet still they lie awake, coherent, content, almost questioning.
Electronic noise untangles them, three little numbers coerce a few sighs: 911.
Outside, everything is black and white, life or death. They will deal in grey uncertainty, that wire-fine margin between dying and the dead. They slide away, skin suddenly in mourning of skin.
Their light, parting kiss speaks volumes:
This is not the end.