by StarWolf
7/12/2005
Title: Black Tongue
Author: StarWolf (elendraug at yahoo dot com)
Fandom: Galerians
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Rita x Birdman
Genre: Uh. Smutty...angsty...something.
Warnings: Het, incest, possible slight A/U
Distribution: No archiving.
Disclaimer: Crave's/enterBrain's, not mine.
Summary: "With this you will regret."
Author's Notes: For Xel. Inspired by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
Rita's boots kick dust from the loose gravel behind the long-abandoned gas station. Unnatural summer heat is trapped beneath smog and chlorofluorocarbons alike. Her matted hair annoys her when it clings to her eyelids.
As she leans against her brother (who, in turn, leans against a dilapidated brick wall), she dimly notes that his overalls are fraying. Shame. If the fabric unravels much further...well, it'll be tough to steal enough for better clothing. That doesn't matter, though, because he's pulling her closer and a rough hand squeezes her left breast through her formerly-sweatsoaked shirt and his mouth tastes like cigarettes and the rest of him leaves dirt on her lips and no passers-by would ever realise--
Her arms lock behind his neck and graze against crumbling concrete. Everything about this place is so dry; her tear ducts are useless and she's blinking furiously against setting sunlight and fumes in the air. Even saliva's in sort supply, and the salty residue on Birdman's skin is all that remains of previous perspiration.
With harsh, clipped laughter, Rita awkwardly reaches into her brother's overalls-pocket and clickSNAP clickSNAP things are hotter and bluer and her vision's swimming and she can't quite seem to stare into his mismatched eyes anymore. Breathing hitching, muscles twitching, she motions towards a row of trashcans and sends them flying into the beige-brown nothingness of the horizon.
Rita's still thirsty.