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ghostisclearfandom: dark matter
ship: nyx harper/two
rating: teen
additional info: canonical character death
words: 200
notes: for the sapphic spring prompt 'any/any - grief/morning'
— original post date: 04/20/2021
Some nights she closes her eyes to sleep and wakes up in the sim yard.
It's different than the real thing, back on Hyperion-8—has all the things the wardens sought to deprive them of.
The field is vibrant, warm even as a wind ripples through the sea of violets surrounding her, the landscape is so alive—
“Two.”
—Ironic, given her company.
The thought steals the breath from her lungs, steps its boot to her throat.
She schools her expression, pushes away the notion that this is a dream, that it doesn't matter—turns to face Nyx.
“Looks different like this.”
Two wills the tears clouding her vision away, will make every second of this count, will commit every expression of Nyx's face to memory—starting with this smile, easy and free as she drinks in the sight around them.
“Yeah, it does.”
Nyx steps closer and Two closes the rest of the distance between them quicker than she can think.
The pain when she wakes up—the sharp ache she wishes was Misaki's blade piercing her skin instead of Nyx's—will be worth this moment, this press of their lips and the next and the next.
It always is.
ship: nyx harper/two
rating: teen
additional info: canonical character death
words: 200
notes: for the sapphic spring prompt 'any/any - grief/morning'
— original post date: 04/20/2021
Some nights she closes her eyes to sleep and wakes up in the sim yard.
It's different than the real thing, back on Hyperion-8—has all the things the wardens sought to deprive them of.
The field is vibrant, warm even as a wind ripples through the sea of violets surrounding her, the landscape is so alive—
“Two.”
—Ironic, given her company.
The thought steals the breath from her lungs, steps its boot to her throat.
She schools her expression, pushes away the notion that this is a dream, that it doesn't matter—turns to face Nyx.
“Looks different like this.”
Two wills the tears clouding her vision away, will make every second of this count, will commit every expression of Nyx's face to memory—starting with this smile, easy and free as she drinks in the sight around them.
“Yeah, it does.”
Nyx steps closer and Two closes the rest of the distance between them quicker than she can think.
The pain when she wakes up—the sharp ache she wishes was Misaki's blade piercing her skin instead of Nyx's—will be worth this moment, this press of their lips and the next and the next.
It always is.
