#six lines

Translator: Miranda Cooper (Yiddish)

I know: No one needs me in this world,

Me: word-beggar in the Jewish cemetery.

Who needs a poem — and in Yiddish at that?

Only the hopeless things in the world are lovely,

And that which is ephemeral is all that is godly,

Frescobaldi

You were pilot of a ship with three flags, spilled coffee, defunct Hydroflasks, and dry erase markers. The over-watered plants drooped toward us as if bowing, but they’re dying. My least favorite surrealist poet is staring at me from the corner. She’s a stressful coworker who comes to work early and talks on the phone. Frescobaldi seems too sharp, my shoes, too brown.

@cinlat tagged me and while there is little worth sharing atm that she hasn’t seen already, basically no one else has seen much of the little writing project I have on the side atm. This is so much more than six words, but it’s also Monday so I am just all about breaking rules today. This is from Courting Disaster, a fic where Noara, the family she never knew, and Torian end up crossing paths over and over long before the Eternal Fleet screws the whole galaxy up.

“Are you really that upset that I killed an enemy?” Darvic asked, not even bothering to keep the annoyance out of his voice. “He wouldn’t have hesitated to kill either of us.”

“You don’t know that,” Noara said softly, standing back up and turning to face him. “I’m not naive you know. I do get it. You’re a soldier and you are trained to fight one way, and I was trained another but there’s merit in sparing an enemy when you can. You don’t always have to shoot to kill.”

“What merit is there in sparing him?” Darvic was truly curious what she saw in the large man that had hit her hard enough he was sure she’d be sore and bruised tomorrow. 

“Someday the people of this planet are going to have to make peace with one another. The Empire is behind all this you know, pushing the separatists to violence and supplying them. All that is being accomplished here is weakening the Republic so we are at a bigger disadvantage when the treaty finally breaks.” Noara’s voice was deadly serious as she gave him her view on the situation before suddenly grinning and clapping her hands together. “Anyway, I have my own mission to get to, if you head over toward the cliffs from here you will find your new friends. Try not to shoot any of them.”

Davric gave a startled laugh and shook his head. “I’ll do my best. It was interesting meeting you Noara.”

“You too,” she said, giving him a cheery wave before turning and jogging away in the direction of Oradam Village. 

@joufancyhuh tagged me in this ages ago, and I finally wrote enough to have six recently written lines to share.  From my AU of a modern AU, “In the Absence of Light”, about an evil Anabel Hawke and a never reformed Sebastian Vael.  

Remind her of what she’d had as a child. Of what his grandparents had. That it, that happiness, was possible, even for their sort. Even for her. 

For them.

Promise her that. Dangle that chance in front of her.

It didn’t matter if it were true or not, he told himself. He just needed to convince her of the possibility.