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phynckeStory Arc: Nocturnes
Part: Story 7
Title: Poetic License
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phyncke
Character/Pairing: Ryan-OMC, Chris-OFC, John Connor
For: OEAM Writer's Circle Prompt 3
Beta:aglarien1
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Based on the Terminator movie verse started by James Cameron and in its latest iteration by McG (Salvation). No profit is made here.
Warnings: None
Summary: Ryan reads his book of poetry and ponders love.
Chris lay napping while Ryan read by the light of his battery powered fluorescent lamp. He had this book. It was a little, leather volume, kind of fancy with one of those silky white ribbons to keep the place. The page edges were gold flecked and the paper was so thin you could almost see through it. It was miraculously well preserved and he usually kept it tucked it in the interior pocket of his flack suit. There it was, sealed in the air tight enclosure, untouched by sweat and grime, protected by the impermeable fabric of his suit. When he handled the book, he was careful, even reverent.
If thou must love me, let it be for naught
Except for love's sake only.
He frowned at that. For love’s sake only. What did that mean? The poem went on to describe all these qualities – a smile, tone of voice, etcetera. The writer listed attributes that one might find appealing. This caught his attention --- A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'. Pleasant ease? There was nothing pleasant or easy about their world but he enjoyed reading that phrase. He really wished that he could give that to Christine. Take her away from all of this stuff and find some beauty in the world. There was none left he knew, just those mutant machines and their determination to exterminate the human race.
She snuffled in her sleep and turned over, hugging the blankets close. Ryan watched her scrunch her face and noted the freckles on her nose. He really liked that she had freckles.
Someday, someday the sun would shine again, they might sit in fragrant grass and he would read her this last bit…
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.
He loved the idea that love would last forever, even if they died, love would outlast that. It made him happy to know that.
Someday he would tell her how he felt, when it was right. He had no idea when that would be but for now, things were ok. They spent all their time together, ate together, fought together and woke in the morning to face each new day together. That was enough for now. It had to be.
He could hear the furniture being moved as the time for the transmission drew near. He closed the book and tucked it under his pillow then shook Chris by the shoulder.
“Wakey, wakey…time to get up.”
“Ok…ok…ok!” If anything she burrowed further into her bedding, resisting his call to get up.
“Christine.”
She sat up. “Don’t call me that, Ryan.”
He had no idea why she did not like her full name but he thought it was pretty. He grinned at her, his goal accomplished. She was vertical, though her short-cropped hair did not look too good.
“Time for the broadcast.”
He got up, reaching out a hand to pull her up. They both went over to the table as the radio crackled to life.
“This is John Connor and if you can hear this, then you are the Resistance.”
Author’s note:
Lines quoted excerpted from a poem by: Elizabeth Barrett Browning:
Here is the full poem:
If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be for Naught
If thou must love me, let it be for naught
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
'I love her for her smile -her look -her way
Of speaking gently -for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day' -
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee, -and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry -
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.
Part: Story 7
Title: Poetic License
Author:
phynckeCharacter/Pairing: Ryan-OMC, Chris-OFC, John Connor
For: OEAM Writer's Circle Prompt 3
Beta:
aglarien1Rating: G
Disclaimer: Based on the Terminator movie verse started by James Cameron and in its latest iteration by McG (Salvation). No profit is made here.
Warnings: None
Summary: Ryan reads his book of poetry and ponders love.
Chris lay napping while Ryan read by the light of his battery powered fluorescent lamp. He had this book. It was a little, leather volume, kind of fancy with one of those silky white ribbons to keep the place. The page edges were gold flecked and the paper was so thin you could almost see through it. It was miraculously well preserved and he usually kept it tucked it in the interior pocket of his flack suit. There it was, sealed in the air tight enclosure, untouched by sweat and grime, protected by the impermeable fabric of his suit. When he handled the book, he was careful, even reverent.
If thou must love me, let it be for naught
Except for love's sake only.
He frowned at that. For love’s sake only. What did that mean? The poem went on to describe all these qualities – a smile, tone of voice, etcetera. The writer listed attributes that one might find appealing. This caught his attention --- A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'. Pleasant ease? There was nothing pleasant or easy about their world but he enjoyed reading that phrase. He really wished that he could give that to Christine. Take her away from all of this stuff and find some beauty in the world. There was none left he knew, just those mutant machines and their determination to exterminate the human race.
She snuffled in her sleep and turned over, hugging the blankets close. Ryan watched her scrunch her face and noted the freckles on her nose. He really liked that she had freckles.
Someday, someday the sun would shine again, they might sit in fragrant grass and he would read her this last bit…
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.
He loved the idea that love would last forever, even if they died, love would outlast that. It made him happy to know that.
Someday he would tell her how he felt, when it was right. He had no idea when that would be but for now, things were ok. They spent all their time together, ate together, fought together and woke in the morning to face each new day together. That was enough for now. It had to be.
He could hear the furniture being moved as the time for the transmission drew near. He closed the book and tucked it under his pillow then shook Chris by the shoulder.
“Wakey, wakey…time to get up.”
“Ok…ok…ok!” If anything she burrowed further into her bedding, resisting his call to get up.
“Christine.”
She sat up. “Don’t call me that, Ryan.”
He had no idea why she did not like her full name but he thought it was pretty. He grinned at her, his goal accomplished. She was vertical, though her short-cropped hair did not look too good.
“Time for the broadcast.”
He got up, reaching out a hand to pull her up. They both went over to the table as the radio crackled to life.
“This is John Connor and if you can hear this, then you are the Resistance.”
Author’s note:
Lines quoted excerpted from a poem by: Elizabeth Barrett Browning:
Here is the full poem:
If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be for Naught
If thou must love me, let it be for naught
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
'I love her for her smile -her look -her way
Of speaking gently -for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day' -
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee, -and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry -
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.
