Polar
King Kong
(2005)
Spoilers: All of Peter
Jackson's remake.
Disclaimer: King Kong
is property of Wingnuts, Peter Jackson, etc, etc. Not for profit.
A/N: My first reaction upon seeing the film. How does Ann's life continue after the Empire State Building? (A triple drabble)
Ann Darrow is happiest when she's running through the jungle alongside him.
Her dainty feet can't make up the difference between their strides, but somehow he seems to understand. His gallop becomes a lumber, then an amble. And when that's still too much?
Ann Darrow flies.
It doesn't matter that she has no wings or that her flying machine is made of flesh, blood, and bone. She takes flight in the only way that's ever mattered. She's in the air, feeling the whip of the wind as it moves her tangled locks across her cheeks. Palm fronds slap her limbs and rich dust coats her ivory skin.
It's not a paradox that in his mighty grip she finds freedom.
And it's more wonderful and curious than anything she's ever known. Heaven is in the mud caked on her brow. The tears in her negligee. The calluses that have formed on her feet.
As they comb the jungle for new treasures, from a sweet sapling to an admirable foe to battle, she realizes that true beauty is more than sunrises and a cliff-top view.
When she wakes, she feels the warmth of the man behind her, the security in his grasp. She tells herself that the arms that encircle her, smooth skin against smooth skin, are just as comforting as meaty fingers pockmarked with scars. That the prominent profile that nuzzles the back of her neck is sweet, if not sweeter, than a bed of leather and dirt.
She's one of the lucky ones, after all.
A life filled with words and stages, a romance with a man who adores her, and she's found all she ever wanted in the world. All she ever imagined.
So, in the daylight Ann Darrow lives her dreams.
But at night, she dreams she lives.