carefully trained woman-monkey #1 (white_aster) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2007-09-20 21:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: white_aster, f: digital devil saga, p: argilla/gale, september 20 |
Reciprocity [Digital Devil Saga, Argilla/Gale]
Title: Reciprocity
Author: white_aster
Rating: PG13.
Warnings: SPOILERS through the end of the waterway in the first game. Also, warning for WOOB and less kink than probably expected. >_>
Word count: 1039
Summary: They take turns being the strong one.
Prompt: SMT: Digital Devil Saga, Argilla/Gale: talking - a voice like an anchor on a rough sea (...and what was a sea?)
"Argilla?"
She started, banging the back of her head on the wall as it snapped up, her vision swimming with the...the WATER that wouldn't stop coming from her eyes. It was annoying, and she couldn't make it stop. It made her angry, around the tightness in her chest, around the fear, around the...disgust and all the other feelings that she didn't know she knew the words for. That she hadn't known existed....
Argilla scrubbed a hand over her face. Of all people to find her here....
Gale stood with one foot still on the lowest step, turned and looking in at where she'd wedged herself between the extra crates piled in the tiny space under the stairs. He cocked his head. "Why are you sitting there?"
Part of her felt (embarrassed) odd...yet another kind of odd, this one making her cheeks feel hot for no reason at all. She took a deep breath to steady herself, palming her face dry. "I...I don't know. I just...I was on my way to see Heat, and I...wanted to be somewhere private for a moment."
Gale looked doubtful. "You required privacy to sit under the stairs? I do not comprehend."
"Neither do I, dammit!" Her fist lashed out, slamming against the side of the crate with a dull metallic bang. More water in her eyes. Great. And she didn't even think that it was from the split knuckle. "Dammit." She put the knuckle in her mouth and the taste of blood made the brand on her chest burn.
Someone passed Gale to go up the stairs, steps ringing on the metal above her and fading away.
Gale moved closer, skirting the crates and hunching down in front of her so their knees nearly touched. She suddenly felt more enclosed than she had a moment ago, almost trapped, but oddly enough it made her want to hit him less, not more. Gale cocked his head to one side again. "You are...." He frowned, reaching out a curious finger to trace the wetness on her cheeks.
"I know. I don't know the word for it, either," she murmured. The touch of Gale's fingers was nice. It was. It stilled things inside her, as if some of Gale's calm was flowing through the contact. She reached out, circling his wrist with her fingers and holding it so that he couldn't pull away. He stilled but didn't fight, and she closed her eyes, concentrating on the feel of him being close.
"Argilla?" She could hear the unspoken "I do not comprehend" in his voice.
Argilla squeezed her eyes shut. "Just...this helps. Just give me a minute."
She heard him shift, then evidently decide that it would be better to indulge her. "All right."
She could feel the calluses on his palm, on his trigger finger. Though squatting down like that with his arm extended couldn't be comfortable, his hand was steady and solid. Everything about Gale was steady and solid. That had always been reassuring. It was a sign of a good Tactician. Argilla couldn't count the number of times that Gale had been the only steady thing on a chaotic battlefield, his voice like an anchor on a rough sea (and what the hell was a sea?), leading them all to victory.
Gale was the Tactician. He was the one who knew things. He would figure this out. They would get through it. They would go to Nirvana.
They would. Gale and Serph would make sure of it.
Argilla opened her eyes.
Gale was still watching her curiously. "I do not comprehend. Are you--
[ SET: timeshift {+197cycles}: GO]