aimedforthemoon | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

It's late afternoon - still warm, but late enough that the moon is out - and Esfir is lying on the grass, shoes next to her and pants rolled up. She's gazing up at the blue sky, one hand under her head.

The other is out in front of her and, one eyes closed, she is making the moon vanish and appear just by moving her thumb.

(possibly, she really shouldn't be doing this)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Owen sits upright, looking at her indignantly.

"Oi! Tease."

Sadly, any innocent face she may have attempted to pull is ruined by laughter.

"Naughty little girls", Owen pronounces with some gravity, "get taken over my knee."

To be tickled unmercifully, though, not spanked, as she's about to find out.

"I'm very, very good."

"Oh, but you're not." He's reaching for her surreptitiously.

"Am."

"Not."

Owen shuffles very slightly towards her, and Esfir suddenly finds herself lifted and deposited across his lap.

Which gets a yelp and a wriggle.

Possibly, she didn't think he was serious.

"Ha!" he says triumphantly.

He has at least that moment before she is up and pushing him back, using more their combined weights to unbalance him then her own strength.

Owen flails, despite the awkwardness of the angle, and actually manages to keep his balance for a second or two before he's flat on his back.

And then she gets pulled down on top of him.

"I," she says, "was looking at the moon."

"The moon's not going anywhere."

It's a fine night, and the grass is dry.

Her expression flickers.

"No."

He catches it.

"Hey. What?"

"I've around it. The moon."

"Must be a hell of an experience", he says carefully.

She moves off him, moves back to sitting with her legs crossed.

"You get far enough out, you can block out the Earth, too, with just your thumb."

He lets her. The mood's changed, now.

"That what you were doing to the moon when I came out?"

Esfir looks away, back stiff.

"Da."

"It's okay."

It's all he can offer.

"Picked wounds don't heal."

She shakes her head.

"You know. Doctor."

"Yeah." He glances away. "But ones that aren't clean don't either."

"I was murdered. That's never going to get better."

"Gotta find a way to live with it, if you're gonna stay here."