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glyficTitle: So cold
Author:malurette
Fandom: Please Save My Earth
Characters/Pairing: Shusuran & Enju
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Hiwatari's
Author’s notes: mainly translating and reworking previous ficlets;
ESL author with no beta-reader – if you spot any mistakes please do correct me?
Prompt: «huddle for warmth» forladiesbingo
Word count: 560
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It’s cold, so cold, and so lonely and sad on this dead, cast-away satellite. Add together bad insulating and loss of physical heat to social isolation no-one on this team was really prepared for before they did end up out there… Shusuran feels chilled to her bones, and to her very soul.
Observing ZKK101’s population and immerging themselves in the locals’ fictions doesn’t replace their own planet they left behind, their families, their friends, even the merest acquaintances they’re now missing. Oh how she longs for a walk in the sun! she used to believe herself stone cold, indifferent to human relationships and thought she would find simply peace here… and instead she’s getting home-sick.
There’s only so much the lunar base and her co-workers can offer, and the supposedly endless observations made on ZKK101 soon fall into predictable patterns. She’s fed up. And she’s cold.
That awful cold saps away her energy and makes everything worse. She curses the engineers who built such an ill-thought base, complains about heating levels even though Shion is already overworked and has to keep running back and forth to fix everything else and won’t take kindly that everyone overlooks his efficiency and keeps nagging him about what doesn’t work yet.
And then they upend these… covering things. They’re hideous and cumbersome, lacking sleeves, you have to wrap them around and try and hold them in place however you can, but thankfully they don’t tend to slip too easily and they’re even big enough so you could huddle in pairs underneath and maximize trapping body heat.
Gyokuran jabs at her: but Shusuran’s a stone-cold bitch! nobody would ever want to share body heat with her!
She kicks his shin in retaliation.
What is he thinking? that she doesn’t feel at all?
Oh well, that’s exactly what she thinks of Mokuren. That she’s but a pretty china doll that men worship, a well of magic to tap from to sooth her homesickness, and she easily forgets that she’s also a woman with her own feelings. Despite the kitché that sets her apart from normal humans…
Shusuran realizes she treats Mokuren unjustly and feels ashamed of herself. Just a bit.
She knows that Enju doesn’t resent her for having all of the boys’ eyes on her, even Gyokuran’s. On the contrary, she pities her for all this unwanted attention she’s not allowed to return even if she wished to. And maybe that’s really not that much better.
How difficult it is to see reflected in someone else whatever one can’t accept from herself…
In the end, Shusuran just scoffs at Gyokuran’s opinion. A ruffian who can’t see Enju’s love for the treasure it s is not worthy of her time.
As for herself, she’s glad to be a woman, to be Enju’s friend, her best friend, maybe her only friend. She gets to stay close to her, very close, to know all her secrets and there’s no pressure like there’d be between a man and a woman.
(However Enju might not know all of Shusuran’s secrets, because there are dark parts of her she doesn’t understand herself so she can’t share them.)
She keeps her warm in this cold, cold world. Enju’s shining from the inside, radiating light and warmth in this godforsaken icy place. If this insulating clothing is wide enough to fit two, they’ll share body warmth and human warmth alike without an afterthought.
Author:
maluretteFandom: Please Save My Earth
Characters/Pairing: Shusuran & Enju
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Hiwatari's
Author’s notes: mainly translating and reworking previous ficlets;
ESL author with no beta-reader – if you spot any mistakes please do correct me?
Prompt: «huddle for warmth» for
ladiesbingoWord count: 560
It’s cold, so cold, and so lonely and sad on this dead, cast-away satellite. Add together bad insulating and loss of physical heat to social isolation no-one on this team was really prepared for before they did end up out there… Shusuran feels chilled to her bones, and to her very soul.
Observing ZKK101’s population and immerging themselves in the locals’ fictions doesn’t replace their own planet they left behind, their families, their friends, even the merest acquaintances they’re now missing. Oh how she longs for a walk in the sun! she used to believe herself stone cold, indifferent to human relationships and thought she would find simply peace here… and instead she’s getting home-sick.
There’s only so much the lunar base and her co-workers can offer, and the supposedly endless observations made on ZKK101 soon fall into predictable patterns. She’s fed up. And she’s cold.
That awful cold saps away her energy and makes everything worse. She curses the engineers who built such an ill-thought base, complains about heating levels even though Shion is already overworked and has to keep running back and forth to fix everything else and won’t take kindly that everyone overlooks his efficiency and keeps nagging him about what doesn’t work yet.
And then they upend these… covering things. They’re hideous and cumbersome, lacking sleeves, you have to wrap them around and try and hold them in place however you can, but thankfully they don’t tend to slip too easily and they’re even big enough so you could huddle in pairs underneath and maximize trapping body heat.
Gyokuran jabs at her: but Shusuran’s a stone-cold bitch! nobody would ever want to share body heat with her!
She kicks his shin in retaliation.
What is he thinking? that she doesn’t feel at all?
Oh well, that’s exactly what she thinks of Mokuren. That she’s but a pretty china doll that men worship, a well of magic to tap from to sooth her homesickness, and she easily forgets that she’s also a woman with her own feelings. Despite the kitché that sets her apart from normal humans…
Shusuran realizes she treats Mokuren unjustly and feels ashamed of herself. Just a bit.
She knows that Enju doesn’t resent her for having all of the boys’ eyes on her, even Gyokuran’s. On the contrary, she pities her for all this unwanted attention she’s not allowed to return even if she wished to. And maybe that’s really not that much better.
How difficult it is to see reflected in someone else whatever one can’t accept from herself…
In the end, Shusuran just scoffs at Gyokuran’s opinion. A ruffian who can’t see Enju’s love for the treasure it s is not worthy of her time.
As for herself, she’s glad to be a woman, to be Enju’s friend, her best friend, maybe her only friend. She gets to stay close to her, very close, to know all her secrets and there’s no pressure like there’d be between a man and a woman.
(However Enju might not know all of Shusuran’s secrets, because there are dark parts of her she doesn’t understand herself so she can’t share them.)
She keeps her warm in this cold, cold world. Enju’s shining from the inside, radiating light and warmth in this godforsaken icy place. If this insulating clothing is wide enough to fit two, they’ll share body warmth and human warmth alike without an afterthought.
