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Silo and Chumley set the Sprint's controls for auto-return and clambered down onto the tarmac. Silo stopped one of the docking bay droids and said, "The aelerons are slightly iced; while you're seeing to that, please refuel, and refresh the bedding."
"Overnight journey prep, Mam?"
"Uh, no. Just…" she waved the droid away. "Just refresh the bedding, please." With that, she and Chumley walked away. Silo felt a tentacle snake into the bend of her elbow, and she pressed her green friend's phalange closer to her side.
When the Sprint returned, only Adam and Dag were waiting for it. The others had stayed at the Tower beyond the couple's threshold for frustration. They had stayed long enough for appropriate congratulations, introductions, and a debriefing justifying the destruction and carnage (which was truly gnarly despite the fact that bits of downy fluff from the gaggle of bird-carcasses floated round them all like celebratory confetti. This, of course, gave BIAD an occupation while he waited for everyone to sufficiently chat up everyone else, and allowed Dag and Adam to slip out entirely unnoticed.)
Once down the Tower stairs and outdoors, they ran, Dag skipping here and there, and Adam at intervals to whoop, "yyyYES!" releasing her hand to punctuate with a loud clap and a fist thrown skyward. While they waited for the Sprint Dag described for Adam what had taken place aboard the Yydryl while he was incapacitated. There was, of course, enough to keep her mouth occupied for hours, and while she talked Adam admired her storytelling. Her use of gestures and her facial expressions, her ability to mimic the voices of the others and to mime their movements was universe-class, and exceptionally entertaining.
In future eons they would reminisce sentimentally about the excitement that accompanied their early romance, and Adam would listen without interruption. But now that was not an option. When she got to the next "Okay, so—", and was about to begin the fourth chapter (later titled Into the Center in true-adventure books, he touched two fingers to her lavender lips.
"Stop, love, please," I can't concentrate on what you're saying. He grabbed her into a crushing embrace, pressing his lips to hers, his elbow clamping her chest to his six-pack, his hand at the nape of her neck, under her lovely hair.
Overcome with passion and dissociated from their surroundings, they continued their mauling of one another until the brilliant glare of the Sprint's landing beam finally got their attention. The hatch opened and they grinned at each other, and hand in hand they climbed aboard.
"Aw, what a gem she is, that Silo13," said Adam when he saw the luxurious bedding that had been installed, replacing the utility set that normally made up the shuttle's cot. He pulled Dag down onto the bed with him, and as the Sprint rose once more into Carbiox's dusky sky, they were unaware that they were being watched.
The Splitter watched, bored and silently, distractedly fascinated by the act, but when, in a compromising display of physicality he heard Adam say, "Oh! Darling!" he had to laugh out loud.
This, of course, interruptus the coitus, and even extracted a little shriek from Dag. Adam was less than pleased. "Who in the hell are you???" He growled.
"Darling, here, knows me," said the Splitter calmly. "Right, Darling?"
Adam sat up, unashamed of his nudity. "Listen here, you wormy little….little…who the HELL ARE YOU? Where do you get off calling my lover 'Darling'?!"
Dag touched his arm. "He's the Splitter, Adam. He saved your life. And then he took me to a place that – well, he says my name was 'Darling,' a long time ago."
Adam's brow lowered over his eyes, glaring at her with suspicion and jealousy lamps ablaze.
"And, sadly," said the Splitter, "she has forgotten what I requested of her."
Dag's hand flew to her mouth, and her cheeks flushed as she looked at the floor, embarrassed.
Originally posted by silo13
So now what do we have to look forward to? The earth not having been destroyed? All good. Bransom returning to life? Not so good. Then again she might not be such a beast in the 'new' reality.
Is it bad that I understood Tibbs' explanation of the problem with the rip?
Is it bad that I can sort of see why the Glass Flute and incantations from Muckles' Tome will be required to work in concert to affect particulate energies and strings to sew the Rip back together?
Originally posted by nenothtu
... Is it bad that I understood Tibbs' explanation of the problem with the rip?
Is it bad that I can sort of see why the Glass Flute and incantations from Muckles'
Tome will be required to work in concert to affect particulate energies and strings
to sew the Rip back together?
Or did I just not quite grasp it at all, and only think I did?
it's because you slay Dragons and Despots