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[263] Swimming in the Stars (Stand Still Stay Silent)
Title: Swimming in the Stars
Fandom: Stand Still Stay Silent
Pairing: Tuuri Hotakainen/Sigrun Eide
Rating: teen
Prompt: 263 Like
Word Count: 500
Summary: Tuuri cannot rest in peace.
Notes: Also written for byelasticella's Summer Spinoff femslash comment fic fest. ...And I know there are a million fics sort of like this, but this is what came up.
The birds’ way stretches overhead, a pale stain across the black sky. Sometimes Tuuri watches it quietly for a while from under the clear ice before her eyes flutter close again.
There is no pain, no cold, no fear in this place. Just the still nothing and the sound of slow-moving water in her ears.
But her eyes do open, from time to time.
The beat of wide wings above, the shape of the rearing swan.
-
Footsteps over the ice. Birch bark shoes stop not far from her face. The swish of a cloak, and they pass.
No-one she knows. Mages come here sometimes. She heard her grandmother say so. The desperate ones, or the ones who the Gods have given a mission. The ones at the end of their rope.
She hopes no-one she knew in life would be so stupid. That no-one loved her that much.
She worries about her brother sometimes.
But she dreams about Sigrun.
-
In the dream, Sigrun’s hand reaches for her through the broken ice, pieces of it floating and bobbing in the dark water. Sigrun's grin that greets her, her eyes shining with all the promise of what they might still see and experience.
Tuuri doesn't regret her choices. She only regrets she has no more to make.
But Sigrun can't reach Tuonela. She has her own gods, her own afterlife.
-
The hand reaching for her is gloved. The smell of decay and pine clings to it; the smell of graveyard dirt. Her heart remains still, but ice breaks. The stars above blur as the water is disturbed. This is not a dream.
Death’s folk. The restless ones. The ones who get to go back.
The ones whose eyes wouldn’t stay closed under the ice.
-
She heard him singing sometimes, she realizes as she takes wing, bobbing and swooping in the eternal night up towards the birds' way. Her brother has been mourning her, calling her. She follows the echoes of those songs.
Hers was only one small life. As her soul-bird joins the many-winged, many-throated chorus, nothing is more clear to her. This must be what Onni sees and understands, too. The only thing that makes any of their short existences worth anything is other people.
And living, she would add to that. Living at all is its own reward.
She regrets nothing.
She regrets…
Never seeing the mountains of Norway. Never knowing a fireside with Sigrun beside her, her long body curled around her own, luxuriously lazy. Never cuddling into the smell of sweat and acid between Sigrun's breasts. Weeks in a tank with her cousin and three others, wanting and not touching. Seeing the acknowledgment of the same want in Sigrun's eyes, noting the apology in the way she ruffled her hair. Sorry. Some other time. After this is all over.
It all ended here.
She dives down on the trails of songs, plummeting back towards the earth. To her brother, on her mission. And maybe…
Maybe one more taste.
Fandom: Stand Still Stay Silent
Pairing: Tuuri Hotakainen/Sigrun Eide
Rating: teen
Prompt: 263 Like
Word Count: 500
Summary: Tuuri cannot rest in peace.
Notes: Also written for by
elasticella's Summer Spinoff femslash comment fic fest. ...And I know there are a million fics sort of like this, but this is what came up.The birds’ way stretches overhead, a pale stain across the black sky. Sometimes Tuuri watches it quietly for a while from under the clear ice before her eyes flutter close again.
There is no pain, no cold, no fear in this place. Just the still nothing and the sound of slow-moving water in her ears.
But her eyes do open, from time to time.
The beat of wide wings above, the shape of the rearing swan.
-
Footsteps over the ice. Birch bark shoes stop not far from her face. The swish of a cloak, and they pass.
No-one she knows. Mages come here sometimes. She heard her grandmother say so. The desperate ones, or the ones who the Gods have given a mission. The ones at the end of their rope.
She hopes no-one she knew in life would be so stupid. That no-one loved her that much.
She worries about her brother sometimes.
But she dreams about Sigrun.
-
In the dream, Sigrun’s hand reaches for her through the broken ice, pieces of it floating and bobbing in the dark water. Sigrun's grin that greets her, her eyes shining with all the promise of what they might still see and experience.
Tuuri doesn't regret her choices. She only regrets she has no more to make.
But Sigrun can't reach Tuonela. She has her own gods, her own afterlife.
-
The hand reaching for her is gloved. The smell of decay and pine clings to it; the smell of graveyard dirt. Her heart remains still, but ice breaks. The stars above blur as the water is disturbed. This is not a dream.
Death’s folk. The restless ones. The ones who get to go back.
The ones whose eyes wouldn’t stay closed under the ice.
-
She heard him singing sometimes, she realizes as she takes wing, bobbing and swooping in the eternal night up towards the birds' way. Her brother has been mourning her, calling her. She follows the echoes of those songs.
Hers was only one small life. As her soul-bird joins the many-winged, many-throated chorus, nothing is more clear to her. This must be what Onni sees and understands, too. The only thing that makes any of their short existences worth anything is other people.
And living, she would add to that. Living at all is its own reward.
She regrets nothing.
She regrets…
Never seeing the mountains of Norway. Never knowing a fireside with Sigrun beside her, her long body curled around her own, luxuriously lazy. Never cuddling into the smell of sweat and acid between Sigrun's breasts. Weeks in a tank with her cousin and three others, wanting and not touching. Seeing the acknowledgment of the same want in Sigrun's eyes, noting the apology in the way she ruffled her hair. Sorry. Some other time. After this is all over.
It all ended here.
She dives down on the trails of songs, plummeting back towards the earth. To her brother, on her mission. And maybe…
Maybe one more taste.
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