nighttime-blues

fic: Yin and Yang

title: yin and yang

genre: fluff/tiniest bit of angst if you squint

warnings: swearing | word count: 1500

description: a sunset beach walk after phil’s thirtieth birthday brings talk of things to come and decisions they figure they need to discuss. plus there’s this metaphor about the sunset.

yin and yang; light and dark, day and night - two opposites that are made to be together.

“I think you’d be a sunrise,” Phil says.

Dan quirks an eyebrow and prompts him to elaborate. “I’m all gloom and darkness, I’m definitely a three am sky.”

Phil frowns. “Maybe, but you’d be scattered with stars. And you’d be five in the morning, not three, the sun would be just about ready to rise. There is some light in you, Dan.”

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driving home alone from the club downtown at 3 am in January

Driving (masters at work extended 12" mix) - everything but the girl
Wandering endlessly - Robert hood
This time of night - new order
Traveling lights - Vincenzo
Late night (mills mix) - Jeff mills
Electronic nighttime city blues - solitude fx
In the city (devil mix) - master C&J
On my mind - konfusion kidzz
Late night - this mortal coil
The city sleeps - deux filles
Midnight calling (original flavour mix) - sanza digabla
Driving blind - Chris & Cosey
Thinking again - disorient
Downtown - Bennie Jenkins
City Streets (kerri’s club mix) - basil hardhouse
Nitelife (night mix) - Kim English

Nighttime Blues//Martana

Marley wasn´t even sure why she was in her car on her way to Santana´s place in the middle of the night and part of her was angry with herself, because the other woman had been pretty rude during the last few days and yet here she was, offering her help, but then again, that´s just how Marley was. She had always been too kind and too caring and after hearing about Santana´s partner, something she hadn´t even heard about before, she had felt compelled to go over and at least check with her partner. That´s what they were, after all, partners. Despite Santana being rude all the time and their constant bickering, they were still partners and Marley cared, especially since Santana seemed to be more affected by this than she had let on.
Marley sighed as she parked her car in front of the other agent´s building, (she had needed to drive to the office and check the file for the Latina´s address because despite them being partners Marley hadn´t known the address, as opposed to what Santana had told her) and got out, the bag with the ice cream she had bought in her hand.

Marley had no idea what to expect, but she knew that she didn´t want Santana to be alone right now, she needed her partner to be okay, especially since they were going to be doing this important undercover case tomorrow. So once she had reached the building, the bag in her hand, Marley looked for Santana´s name and then rung the bell, waiting for her partner to buzz her in.

Why?

Life is hard. Getting stronger is hard. Staying in shape is hard. Work is hard. Relationships are hard. Entropy is a continuous drag. 

All we can do is loose this weirdly plaintive call: Why?  Why?  Why?

And let it batter against the world and echo back, fainter, why, why, why

Let the world echo our ‘why’ back for that, and let that be the answer, and not let it fade before we cry out again: Why?

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