Fanfiction: "In Your Blood"
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deemoyzaTitle: "In Your Blood" (2,463 words)
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Transistor
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / No Warnings Apply
Characters: Red, Blue
Summary: Auden had been working as Red’s personal security detail for two months now, and she still knew precious little about him beyond his name and where he came from. Perhaps it was time to learn a little bit more.
Notes: Pre-canon, pre-relationship, written for a prompt on Tumblr (38 - "blood").
"So," Red began, moving a slice of flatbread to her plate and seizing her opening, "you like seafood. What else can you tell me about yourself?"
"Not much, I'm afraid. I'm just an average guy."
"Well, for starters, what kind of work did you do in Baysign?"
"Low-paying, low-security jobs. Mostly on the docks, processing hauls from the fishing boats, cleaning the fish for market, that kind of stuff." He finished off his first slice. "They kept a roof over my head, but barely, so I took up boxing to cover my other expenses. I liked it and I was decent enough at it, so it worked out, kept me afloat. Not everyone's so lucky, especially if you don't want to get into the murkier parts of the business."
"Murkier parts?"
"Fixed fights. I knew a guy who made some hefty paychecks throwing fights, enough to move to a nicer part of town, but I… I couldn't see myself doing that." He took another slice. "Not necessarily from a moral standpoint, but because the thrill of boxing is in the act itself, in trying to beat your opponent. This guy would brag that he could pay a year's worth of rent just by lying down, but lying down doesn't strike me as something fun. To each their own, though, right?"
Red didn't hear his last sentence, as she had abandoned her slice of flatbread for her notebook and was jotting what he'd said onto a blank page. Lying down doesn't strike me as something fun. There was defiance in those words, whether Auden had intended that or not, and she could feel the seed of an idea sprouting around them, other lines unfurling like tiny leaves, quicker than she could write them down. She felt him looking at her, and raised an apologetic hand, focusing on the page before her until she had a coherent, if sloppy, base on which to build a song.
"Sorry about that," she said, resuming her flatbread. "I just had an idea, and if I didn't get it down right away, I was afraid I'd lose it."
"Don't worry, I get it. I wish my brain worked like that." He smiled. "It's amazing to watch, actually: a songwriter lost in her craft."
"Not so amazing when I have to interrupt conversations for it. But I really can't help it; I guess it's in my blood." She paused a moment, thoughtful, then leaned forward. "So, what's in yours?"
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Transistor
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / No Warnings Apply
Characters: Red, Blue
Summary: Auden had been working as Red’s personal security detail for two months now, and she still knew precious little about him beyond his name and where he came from. Perhaps it was time to learn a little bit more.
Notes: Pre-canon, pre-relationship, written for a prompt on Tumblr (38 - "blood").
"So," Red began, moving a slice of flatbread to her plate and seizing her opening, "you like seafood. What else can you tell me about yourself?"
"Not much, I'm afraid. I'm just an average guy."
"Well, for starters, what kind of work did you do in Baysign?"
"Low-paying, low-security jobs. Mostly on the docks, processing hauls from the fishing boats, cleaning the fish for market, that kind of stuff." He finished off his first slice. "They kept a roof over my head, but barely, so I took up boxing to cover my other expenses. I liked it and I was decent enough at it, so it worked out, kept me afloat. Not everyone's so lucky, especially if you don't want to get into the murkier parts of the business."
"Murkier parts?"
"Fixed fights. I knew a guy who made some hefty paychecks throwing fights, enough to move to a nicer part of town, but I… I couldn't see myself doing that." He took another slice. "Not necessarily from a moral standpoint, but because the thrill of boxing is in the act itself, in trying to beat your opponent. This guy would brag that he could pay a year's worth of rent just by lying down, but lying down doesn't strike me as something fun. To each their own, though, right?"
Red didn't hear his last sentence, as she had abandoned her slice of flatbread for her notebook and was jotting what he'd said onto a blank page. Lying down doesn't strike me as something fun. There was defiance in those words, whether Auden had intended that or not, and she could feel the seed of an idea sprouting around them, other lines unfurling like tiny leaves, quicker than she could write them down. She felt him looking at her, and raised an apologetic hand, focusing on the page before her until she had a coherent, if sloppy, base on which to build a song.
"Sorry about that," she said, resuming her flatbread. "I just had an idea, and if I didn't get it down right away, I was afraid I'd lose it."
"Don't worry, I get it. I wish my brain worked like that." He smiled. "It's amazing to watch, actually: a songwriter lost in her craft."
"Not so amazing when I have to interrupt conversations for it. But I really can't help it; I guess it's in my blood." She paused a moment, thoughtful, then leaned forward. "So, what's in yours?"
