after falling off the face of a glittering, lonely planet, after you hijacked that asteroid and rode all the way to the end of dawn, chasing the tail of a star that danced in your dreams, after all of that—
Halfway between the bus terminal and another staircase to nowhere, Ramuda flings himself on Gentaro’s arm and asks, what is he writing now, is it the same thing he was writing the day before, and when will he be finished, when will he ever be finished? So Gentaro tells him lies, of course. He tells him he is writing fling posse’s guide to space, the galaxy and the entire universe. He tells him he has been writing it since they boarded the first train out of Shibuya. The night before, Dice’s numbers came up all sixes and Ramuda had sparklers in both hands, one yellow and one pink. An afterimage, seared on the backs of Gentaro’s eyelids. Ramuda with one foot on the edge of a building, in bloom all upside down against Shibuya’s fickle sweetness. Ramuda, whirling round to face them, arms outstretched.
you will find yourself back to back with your friends, and you will open your mouth, and say their names.
Their journey has to end someday, says Gentaro, so he will finish it, and the day he does, he will bind the book in white satin ribbons and make it disappear somewhere in the city. Explorers from another world will find it ten thousand years later, a curious artifact for them to puzzle out. An amusing thought, for sure.
Ramuda buries his head in Gentaro’s shoulder and says, he is terribly boring, travel guides are boring because they’re full of spoilers—
hey, Dice calls, from where he stands by a window. The glass is all smudgy and covered with dust, but it’s enough to let the moonlight in. Enough for Dice to grin like he's drinking it all up, and say, look, it’s snowing, and Ramuda springs to his feet and runs over, and stands on his tiptoes to stare into the luminous sky.
you will keep moving, forward, forward, forward.
Gentaro smiles, and picks up his pen again.
Edited 2021-03-21 14:57 (UTC)
Re: for mandy // fling posse, into a black, black journey
LAAAAARK catch the sight of me crying into my sleeves...!!! this was beautiful, thank you so much for writing this black journey (!!!) snippet and FLING POSSE.... RAMUGEN......the image of ramuda with sparklers seared in gentaro's mind, the whimsical lie about the travel guide, the Stella references...fling posse back to back to back at the end of everything, together despite it all ...moving FORWARD!!! ;____; thank you so much lark, I treasure this fic so so much <333
for mandy // fling posse, into a black, black journey
Halfway between the bus terminal and another staircase to nowhere, Ramuda flings himself on Gentaro’s arm and asks, what is he writing now, is it the same thing he was writing the day before, and when will he be finished, when will he ever be finished? So Gentaro tells him lies, of course. He tells him he is writing fling posse’s guide to space, the galaxy and the entire universe. He tells him he has been writing it since they boarded the first train out of Shibuya. The night before, Dice’s numbers came up all sixes and Ramuda had sparklers in both hands, one yellow and one pink. An afterimage, seared on the backs of Gentaro’s eyelids. Ramuda with one foot on the edge of a building, in bloom all upside down against Shibuya’s fickle sweetness. Ramuda, whirling round to face them, arms outstretched.
Their journey has to end someday, says Gentaro, so he will finish it, and the day he does, he will bind the book in white satin ribbons and make it disappear somewhere in the city. Explorers from another world will find it ten thousand years later, a curious artifact for them to puzzle out. An amusing thought, for sure.
Ramuda buries his head in Gentaro’s shoulder and says, he is terribly boring, travel guides are boring because they’re full of spoilers—
hey, Dice calls, from where he stands by a window. The glass is all smudgy and covered with dust, but it’s enough to let the moonlight in. Enough for Dice to grin like he's drinking it all up, and say, look, it’s snowing, and Ramuda springs to his feet and runs over, and stands on his tiptoes to stare into the luminous sky.
Gentaro smiles, and picks up his pen again.
Re: for mandy // fling posse, into a black, black journey
...moving FORWARD!!! ;____; thank you so much lark, I treasure this fic so so much <333