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Arcade/Boone - Insomnia - 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Some nights sleep is impossible.
tags: gen/slash, arcade, boone, insomnia.

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He wasn't sure how long he'd been awake, staring up at the ceiling and counting his breaths, in and out. Certainly long enough for the doc to flip from side to side half a dozen times before settling with his face in his pillow and his arm slung over Boone's belly.

Novac was getting to him. Not the memories, good and bad both, or even fucking Manny, that piece of down low shit himself, but Novac. Just Novac. It was the hollow thud of people taking the motel steps two at a time, the rattle of the pipes as they cooled in the evening, the way the wind cut through the sagging balcony rails, whistling reedy and thin. It gave him the unsettling feeling of being in the same place at two different points in time. Something like that, anyway. Hell if he knew.

Arcade grunted in his sleep, fingertips digging into the soft meat of Boone's flank for a brief moment.

Boone rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand, hard enough that pinpricks of light burst behind his eyelids, and tried to relax. He breathed in and out, slowly and deliberately, matching the rise and fall of his chest to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. One of the best tricks the corps had ever taught him: lungs and heartbeat working in perfect synchronicity, useful for perfect accuracy from a trigger squeezed between heartbeats, even better for willing himself to sleep on rough terrain and uncomfortable beds and dingy motel rooms with Gannon's arm pressing on his gut like a lead weight.

He stared at the ceiling and took a deep breath, and carefully laced his fingers through the Doc's restless grasp. It was just Novac, messing with his mind. Nothing else.

Re: Arcade/Boone - Insomnia - 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

I couldn't tell you the feeling this leaves me with, because I don't think it has a name, but it's heavy. I know the feeling Boone's getting, though. I almost don't want to mention how good your characterization is, because it feels like I'm breaking the fourth wall. They don't read like characters; they read like people. Bravo.

Re: Arcade/Boone - Insomnia - 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

This is incredible. You say so much in so few words. Fantastic.

Re: Arcade/Boone - Insomnia - 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

I feel so weighted in this moment, in the way Boone feels. Reaches out and grabs me.

It was the hollow thud of people taking the motel steps two at a time, the rattle of the pipes as they cooled in the evening, the way the wind cut through the sagging balcony rails, whistling reedy and thin. - that line, man, that line. So immersive. In something this short every line hits short and perfect, but that one especially got me.

Re: Arcade/Boone - Insomnia - 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Beautifully written. I love how you note that at times like this, even a partner's arm can feel like "a lead weight."

RE: Arcade/Boone - Insomnia - 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Sparse and elegant.