Speak not of the future
Jul. 4th, 2007 02:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
runmakitarunThey spend most of their time just walking the city together. Proto pointing out ambush points and good places to take cover, and Makita letting him do it even though they both know that she's as good as he is with this sort of thing. By tacit agreement neither of them ever bring up life after the war ends; there's no guarantee that they'll both survive, after all. The storm still rages, so they have to hold hands to make sure that they're not separated... really they do.
A temporary break in the storm finds them walking past one of the old plazas. The fountain doesn't have water cascading from it, but it still manages to be breathtaking with the ice frozen in glittering spikes. Neither of them notice. They're too busy examining the terrain.
"Clear area, four meter walls, just the sort of space the Reds like for troop gates," Proto muses.
Makita's only half-paying attention, her eyes flash around taking in where the walls have archways and where the war has blown new holes in it. With a quick grin at Proto she dashes forward to run partway up the wall, just far enough to get a hand on the lip and pull herself up to the top where she plops down to survey the area.
After a minute to examine the roads leading by the plaza and a chance to see how all the breaks in the wall fit together she nods to herself and turns to look down. "Proto, build me a ramp. Right here. Tall. Right to the top." Her hand extends to point out the shape of the thing.
"Here?! What for!?"
Makita responds with a teasing smile, "Because you love me?"
"Yes. But whaaat fooor?" he drags the last two words out. "How many little mouse-holes have I built for you in this city already? I can't even count them!"
"I just have this little plan..."
"Oh nooo. It's always dangerous when you say that... Hmm. What could you be up to...?" Proto's voice is teasing, "And if I do? What's next, a house?"
There's a moment of silence. Houses are after the war. Makita slides forward and drops lightly from the wall. Her eyes are serious and her voice soft, "Someday..."
The silence stretches before they both let the future fade and Proto grins, "I don't know. You still haven't told me why..."
"I'll give you a hundred kisses..."
His grin turns mischievous, "Do I get to choose where?"
Makita's answering smile means she's holding back laughter, "Bad! Bad boy!" She reaches up to tap his nose in reprimand, then leans forward to convince him that he really wants to build that ramp.
Most of this dialog is quoted directly from The Red Star Annual #1 "Run Makita Run" by Christian Gossett.
A temporary break in the storm finds them walking past one of the old plazas. The fountain doesn't have water cascading from it, but it still manages to be breathtaking with the ice frozen in glittering spikes. Neither of them notice. They're too busy examining the terrain.
"Clear area, four meter walls, just the sort of space the Reds like for troop gates," Proto muses.
Makita's only half-paying attention, her eyes flash around taking in where the walls have archways and where the war has blown new holes in it. With a quick grin at Proto she dashes forward to run partway up the wall, just far enough to get a hand on the lip and pull herself up to the top where she plops down to survey the area.
After a minute to examine the roads leading by the plaza and a chance to see how all the breaks in the wall fit together she nods to herself and turns to look down. "Proto, build me a ramp. Right here. Tall. Right to the top." Her hand extends to point out the shape of the thing.
"Here?! What for!?"
Makita responds with a teasing smile, "Because you love me?"
"Yes. But whaaat fooor?" he drags the last two words out. "How many little mouse-holes have I built for you in this city already? I can't even count them!"
"I just have this little plan..."
"Oh nooo. It's always dangerous when you say that... Hmm. What could you be up to...?" Proto's voice is teasing, "And if I do? What's next, a house?"
There's a moment of silence. Houses are after the war. Makita slides forward and drops lightly from the wall. Her eyes are serious and her voice soft, "Someday..."
The silence stretches before they both let the future fade and Proto grins, "I don't know. You still haven't told me why..."
"I'll give you a hundred kisses..."
His grin turns mischievous, "Do I get to choose where?"
Makita's answering smile means she's holding back laughter, "Bad! Bad boy!" She reaches up to tap his nose in reprimand, then leans forward to convince him that he really wants to build that ramp.
Most of this dialog is quoted directly from The Red Star Annual #1 "Run Makita Run" by Christian Gossett.
