Plastic Blue

February 3, 2012


Plastic blue
Invitations
In my room.
I’ve been waiting
Here for you.
Reservations
Made for two.
Sunlight fading.

*****

Serr’ala stared blankly into the middle distance. He didn’t need his eyes to see her; she’d been burned onto his retinas since the moment the doors swung open. The little velvet dress, the same carmine hue as her coal-glow eyes, hugged the contours of her body like a mould, rucked in places where the fabric had slipped up or down to accommodate a long stride or a promissory curve. Raven hair spilled loose over her shoulders, like an unravelled spool of fine silk, curled into a single artful corkscrew that lay against one cheek – a curl that was now crushed between the soft slope of her cheek and his shoulder.

Eulya looked up at him, the movement of her head pulling him to look as if he was caught on a line. A bright, sweet smile lit her lips and eyes as he danced her slowly across the room; he couldn’t help but answer it, his expression becoming more serious as he lifted a hand from her waist to brush her hair back from her face. But the light in her eyes went out too quickly. She tucked her face back against his shoulder, hiding, quivering for a moment as she let out a long, sad breath and her arms tightened briefly around his waist.

He tucked a thumb under her chin and lifted her face to him again. “What is it, Eul’yara? You look so sad…”

She bit at her bottom lip and sucked on it, the gesture suddenly turning her into the child she was just a few short years ago and stabbing him with sudden, gut-knotting guilt at the thoughts he’d just been harbouring.

“They’re going to kill me, you know?” She sighed, tucking her head against his shoulder again – this time, he let her, cupping the back of her head in his palm instead, trying to hold all of her close against him. “They think I’m a traitor.”

“Are you?” The words came out before he could think to stop them and he was instantly sorry.

“That’s the sad part.” She gave a soft, bitter laugh that bore no resemblance to her usual wicked, gleeful chortle. “In this case, I’m not… I’m the most loyal person there, probably. But how can I prove that? There’s no time…” Pleading eyes met his and he drowned in the light of them. “If there was just something I could give them… something impressive, it might buy me a little time.”

“If you need money, you know I will always give…” His tongue tripped over itself in his eagerness to make the offer. Every credit I have if it will make you smile again and follow me to bed.

But she was already shaking her head. “They don’t need money… they need…” She stopped, her mouth freezing in a little “O” of realization. “What about Denasket’s Inventory? You thought it would be in the ruins of Sion’s Library – were you right?”

His face’s turn to fall. “Well, I did find something that could be… But it’s um…” His palms started sweating. The Inventory represented the culmination of years of searching. Allegedly, it was the life’s work of its creator, a catalogue of a greater store of treasures, even, than the library it was found in. Denasket had been meticulous in his work, listing dozens of priceless relics found in series of hidden caves the whereabouts of which were lost to memory, but which according to folklore, themselves held a similar document that could point the way to power far beyond price.

If he presented Denasket’s Inventory to the Sith, he would be rich beyond his wildest dreams… for however long he lived. That was one possible future.

Her eyes were melting his. “Please?” she whispered.

*****

Black toungues speak
Faster than the
Car can crash.
You supply the rumours
And I’ll provide the wrath.
Romance is
Breaking every
Heart in two.
Casting shadows in the
Pale shade of blue

*****

Her lips opened the way to another possible future. One in which he wouldn’t be alone that night. As if drawn by gravity, his lids slid slowly closed and he lent in over those pleading lips.

She pushed gently at his shoulders, hissing urgently “The document… I need to see it!”

The room spun, his thoughts lurching from one point to another. Then they were in his bedroom, pulling the document from its case, spreading its pieces out on the bed where she brushed her fingertips across it, scanning the strange cryptograms with swift flicks of her eyes.

“It’s real! You really found it! Oh, thank you! You saved my life!” The Inventory was rolled swiftly into a slim metal cylinder and tucked snugly into her cleavage. “Thank you, Serr! Thank you so much!” Her lips smacked firmly against one corner of his mouth, but when he turned to follow that kiss into something more interesting, she kept moving away. She was at the door when he finally realized what was happening.

“You…. You cold-hearted bitch!”

She turned a twisted, wry smile on him. “Don’t be mad, Serr! Think about it!” She watched the bafflement scud across his face like clouds in a summer sky for a moment, then smoothed down the dress, hands undulating along the landscape that had held him mesmerized all evening. “Just think how much better I’ll have to do to fool you next time!”

He could do nothing but stammer helplessly as she walked away, torn between rage and the sound of that promise.

“…how much better…”

“…next time…”

He reached out, holding on to the bedpost and used it to guide himself down to sit at its edge.

“…next time…”

*****

Plastic blue
Conversations
In my room.
Saving every
Tear for you.
Trusting every
Word untrue.
Twilight fading.

[Lyrics: “Blue” by The Birthday Massacre.]

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One Response to “Plastic Blue”

  1. insurrectionfiction said

    I found this website after searching for some APB:R roleplaying information on the GamersFirst forums – which, sadly, seems to have died off in 2012.

    Just wanted to say that your writing is superb! I enjoyed reading it.

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