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Fanfiction: "With Armor Spent" (Transistor)
Title: With Armor Spent (1,395 words)
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Transistor
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / No Warnings Apply
Characters: Red, Blue (Auden)
Relationships: Red/Blue
Summary: After weathering an over-enthusiastic crowd at the Halcyon Street stage, both Red and Auden are unnerved by the memories that resurface, though Auden refuses to disclose the specifics, leaving Red unable to do anything for him but remain by his side, and remind him that together, they are going to be all right.
Notes: Takes place right after Noise.
"That was…some crowd," he said as the car pulled away from the curb.
"They were certainly enthusiastic." Red swallowed hard and tried to control her breathing. She'd learned to put on a friendly front even when she was nervous, to appear accessible even when she only wanted to hide. She was known for her confidence almost as much as her voice, and she never wanted to let an audience down, even if that audience was only Auden.
"That's what you call it?" He gave a half-hearted grin. "It was like a feeding frenzy, like they all wanted a piece of you. To tell you the truth, for a moment there, I really was afraid they'd eat you alive."
Red laughed. "Well, that's a dramatic image! Is your imagination always so vivid?"
She'd meant to be playful, hiking an eyebrow and inviting a mischievous reply, but Auden leaned back in his seat and stared out the window. He gave a short, cynical laugh. "For better or worse, yeah."
She turned away and watched the Cloudbank skyline zip past from the expressway. "But it's over now," she said, as brightly as she could manage, "and I survived, in one piece, thanks to you."
"Just doing my job."
The flatness in his voice went straight to her heart, lancing it with concern and frustration. Something was wrong, but she knew that he'd never admit it. She glanced back at him and saw him looking down, picking at the wraps on his hands. Whatever's the matter, she thought, resisting the urge to take his hand into hers, it's not just you. I was scared, too. The grave of past trauma was never deep enough to contain it, and memories were resurrected without a moment's notice. She knew something similar had happened to him today, too, but she could only guess what ghosts had returned to chill his blood.
And she could only wait, by his side, if he'd let her, for the haunting to end.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Transistor
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / No Warnings Apply
Characters: Red, Blue (Auden)
Relationships: Red/Blue
Summary: After weathering an over-enthusiastic crowd at the Halcyon Street stage, both Red and Auden are unnerved by the memories that resurface, though Auden refuses to disclose the specifics, leaving Red unable to do anything for him but remain by his side, and remind him that together, they are going to be all right.
Notes: Takes place right after Noise.
"That was…some crowd," he said as the car pulled away from the curb.
"They were certainly enthusiastic." Red swallowed hard and tried to control her breathing. She'd learned to put on a friendly front even when she was nervous, to appear accessible even when she only wanted to hide. She was known for her confidence almost as much as her voice, and she never wanted to let an audience down, even if that audience was only Auden.
"That's what you call it?" He gave a half-hearted grin. "It was like a feeding frenzy, like they all wanted a piece of you. To tell you the truth, for a moment there, I really was afraid they'd eat you alive."
Red laughed. "Well, that's a dramatic image! Is your imagination always so vivid?"
She'd meant to be playful, hiking an eyebrow and inviting a mischievous reply, but Auden leaned back in his seat and stared out the window. He gave a short, cynical laugh. "For better or worse, yeah."
She turned away and watched the Cloudbank skyline zip past from the expressway. "But it's over now," she said, as brightly as she could manage, "and I survived, in one piece, thanks to you."
"Just doing my job."
The flatness in his voice went straight to her heart, lancing it with concern and frustration. Something was wrong, but she knew that he'd never admit it. She glanced back at him and saw him looking down, picking at the wraps on his hands. Whatever's the matter, she thought, resisting the urge to take his hand into hers, it's not just you. I was scared, too. The grave of past trauma was never deep enough to contain it, and memories were resurrected without a moment's notice. She knew something similar had happened to him today, too, but she could only guess what ghosts had returned to chill his blood.
And she could only wait, by his side, if he'd let her, for the haunting to end.