There are creatures which have evolved to live in coral reefs and simply could not survive in the rough, tooth-filled wastes of the open sea. They continue to exist by lurking among the dangerous tentacles of the sea anemone or around the lips of the giant clam and other perilous crevices shunned by all sensible fish. A university is very much like a coral reef. It provides calm waters and food particles for delicate yet marvellously constructed organisms that could not possibly survive in the pounding surf of reality, where people ask questions like ‘Is what you do of any use?’ and other nonsense.
– on universities |
Terry Pratchett,Ian Stewart, and Jack Cohen, The Science of Discworld
relationship: nyx ulric/lunafreya nox fleuret summary: nyx cuts a deal with the lucii: his life in exchange for the fulfillment of his promise to see luna safely to altissa. two weeks on the empty road with an army closing in around them as the world falls to pieces he can manage. two weeks with lunafreya, heart open and bloody and hers, well. it’s almost more than he can take. notes: an everybody-lives fix it fic with the roadtrip we deserved, lots of pining, and something in the shape of a happy ending. chapter one of six.
“We will grant you our light. But know it will set when the sun rises, and the price for it will be your life.”
A worthy trade, he thinks through the pain and exhaustion; to give hope to others he need keep none for himself. What’s one man compared to the future of a world?
He is ready to sign, to swear his life away; the words rest at the tip of his tongue. And then––
“No.” The voice of King Regis interrupts his easy agreement, ponderously slow and low enough to echo in his bones. “I have given this one a task.”
“He fulfills it.”
“You are young to challenge us.”
“Actually,” Nyx grunts out, reaching for the fraying rope of hope; whether to save himself or hang himself he does not know, “maybe you should listen to the new guy.”
The kings rumble their disapproval, but if he cared for their approval he wouldn’t be here cursing them for their uselessness, their apathy. The giants around him shift; he gets the sense he’s missing out on some sort of argument. He stifles a comment about wasting time. He’s said his piece; he’ll pay whatever he must to keep her safe. To give someone out there the chance for a brighter dawn.
After what feels like an eternity––it cannot be more than a handful of seconds, but time is strange in this in-between place––the Lucii speak, sound washing over him like the pounding surf.
“Very well. Our gift shall hold until daybreak. As for you life, you may keep it so long as you keep your duty.”
Nyx grins, bloody and crooked and victorious around the pain. “A bargain. Great. Where do I sign?”
We found a precious place in the sand right out in the wind
And we laid under a blanket and heard the furious sound
The roar of waves, the pounding surf, two bodies on the earth
It was intense just getting to be there next to you
How should you be? You should be like a rocky promontory against which the restless surf continually pounds. It stands fast while the churning sea is lulled to sleep at its feet. I hear you say, ‘How unlucky that this should happen to me.’ But not at all. Perhaps say instead, ‘How lucky I am that I am not broken by what has happened and I’m not afraid of what is about to happen.’ For the same blow might have struck anyone, but not many who would have absorbed it without capitulation or complaint.
churning surf pounded against the shoreline beside them, sending a spray of
salty mist up into the early morning haze of the air. Two figures faced one
another on the edge of the infinite, lightless ocean, one towering over the
other, raw savage power emanating from him like a primal force of nature.
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Oliver woke up to the sound of surf pounding on rocks. He could feel the breeze from the open windows blowing across his face, cooling the room that was already warmed from the steadily rising sun. He was still getting used to the warm wash of contentment that flooded him each time he woke up with her at his side. There was something more today, something niggling at the back of his mind but he was still too fuzzy with sleep to pin it down.