danceindarkness (danceindarkness) wrote in ironman7, @ 2007-08-20 23:11:00 |
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Original Fiction (Farren/Shego) [Week 1 - Promp1 #1]
Title: Siren
Author: Random
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Vague Bondage/Racism?
Word Count: 353
Summary: The beginning (the end).
Author's Notes: Part of a much longer work, and therefore probably will not make much sense. If original fiction is not permitted, please inform me, and I will remove this.
The storm is wild, and while Shego’s singing is keeping the ship above the water, he’s been singing for hours, and his voice is faded now, rough. The wind is howling across the deck, whipping Shego’s hair straight out behind him, making even he, an Argoth, grab for the support of the rail.
Shego stumbles in his song, and Farren drags himself hand over hand along the splintery wood. The ship rocks wildly, and he is thrown nearly overboard, the railing catching on his hips all that saves him. Farren hangs there for a moment, trying to balance, and thinks he sees something in the water- the suggestion of arm, the barest
hint of a torso- until the ship rocks again, in the other direction, and he has to catch at the railing to keep from crashing to the deck.
Once he gets near enough Shego to touch, the other whirls around, still singing in his hoarse voice, and yanks at the leather thong fastened at his neck. Farren grabs for it, and nearly pulls Shego into him when he finally manages. His fingers work frantically at the knot, clumsy with cold and panic, slipping in the wetness, until he gets it and the collar loosens-
The ship rolls again, and, off balance, he yanks it entirely off-
Shego’s voice rises sharply into an animalistic shriek of agony as the storm miraculously clears-
And he falls, his hair trailing behind him like a banner, down to the deck of the Hawk, and lies curled like a fetus, unmoving. Farren falls too, down to his knees, and grabs Shego’s shoulder, shaking him, pulling him onto his back, yelling dire threats to be carried out if he had died-
Then Shego’s eyes are open, and not the strange kaleidoscope of colors Farren is used to seeing, but the striated amber of the hawks the ship had been called after.