Chisqu
By StarWolf
12/15/2005
Title: Chisqu
Author: StarWolf (elendraug at
yahoo dot com)
Fandom: Metal Gear Solid 3
Rating:
G
Genre: General, I guess.
Pairing:
Volgin/Raikov
Warnings: Slight (canon) slash...that's
about it XD
Disclaimer: Kojima created the brilliance. I
just write about it.
Distribution: No archiving, please.
Summary: Where the sky and snow meet, there is no horizon.
Author's Notes: Inspired by the Zero 7 mix of Radiohead's
"Climbing Up Walls" and auntarctica's fic, "The
Vicious Pet." Go find both!
Snow fell relentlessly to the meticulously-designed pavement of Groznyj Grad.
Major Ivan Raidenovich Raikov sat comfortably on the second floor of the East Wing, a cup of hot chocolate clasped with both hands. He sipped at it slowly, indulgently breathing in the warmth it provided, warding off any chill that threatened his fingertips or face. The base wasn't tremendously decorated, but the accents it did have were pleasant enough. Framed, faded photographs... arbitrarily and carefully selected paintings and propaganda on the walls here and there...
The fortress was in dire need of a few recliners. Though the nondescript, metal chairs would suffice, Raikov couldn't help but wistfully long for the addition of cozier furniture. Silly, yes, but it would be fitting for such a quiet moment, calmly curled next to a frost-covered window. If he felt like moving, he could venture downstairs and skim the library shelves for something to entertain himself with. Mm. A book would be nice, too...if he felt like moving.
After placing the mug on the nearby table, Raikov scooted the chair closer to the window, sleepily pressing his cheek to the pane of glass and vaguely hoping that his skin didn't freeze to it. Smooth, cool; if he closed his eyes, he could pretend that he required no floors, buildings, and staircases to hold him aloft -- that he could do away with such nonsense and hover with his willpower alone. To watch the base's goings-on from above, out of sight and reach. No bothersome noises, no hassling paperwork; just him and the endless cloudy snowsky.
And maybe, he thought hazily, shifting to rest somewhat awkwardly against the windowsill-turned-impromptu-pillow, maybe Volgin, too.
He drifted off wondering whether or not lightning would strike during the snowstorm.