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greenstickered2012-07-20 05:20 pm
camalyng) wrote in greenstickered2012-07-20 05:20 pm
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Uncharted: Change
Title: Change
What: Uncharted fanfiction - drabble
Rating: G
Words: 231
Summary: Just before the 1905 Russian Revolution, Nate worries about Elena, and Elena worries about something bigger than the both of them.
Notes:Anon ![[tumblr.com profile]](https://www.tumblr.com/favicon.ico)
andthentheyran gave me Nate/Elena, medieval Russia on an insert character/pairing and AU setting, receive three sentence fic meme on Tumblr. Research for fic/RP can sidetrack me for hours so I decided to do a period of Russian history I'm a lot more familiar with thanks to theater, ie. 1904. A dacha is basically a summer house, like a New Zealand bach. Lena is a legitimate Russian diminutive for Elena.
Sample: Getting out into the country is supposed to be a break more for your wife than for you.
Getting out into the country is supposed to be a break more for your wife than for you: While you can still do some translations at the dacha, Elena's boss can't reach her out here, and the odds of something happening in the woods for her to report on are blessedly low.
But without her work to keep her busy, she's restless, and long after your guests have retired to their own dachas, you find her gazing out from the verandah, unflinching when the night watchmen blow their whistles. She waves off the serving girl when you send her with a cup of tea, so you go to her yourself.
"You alright, Elena?" you ask.
She doesn't answer for a long time.
"Something's going to change," she says at last.
"Lena?"
From what you've read of her work lately, everything's seemed fine, business as usual, and you trust your wife's writing more than the muttering on the street.
"I haven't been able to write about it," she says, turning to you. "And I can't even get all the details... But I have a feeling our lives are going to become very different."
"Hey."
You take her by the shoulders, then cup her cheek in one hand.
"I don't care how different our lives are, as long as I've got you. Okay?"
"Okay," she says, but her smile doesn't reach her eyes.
What: Uncharted fanfiction - drabble
Rating: G
Words: 231
Summary: Just before the 1905 Russian Revolution, Nate worries about Elena, and Elena worries about something bigger than the both of them.
Notes:
Sample: Getting out into the country is supposed to be a break more for your wife than for you.
Getting out into the country is supposed to be a break more for your wife than for you: While you can still do some translations at the dacha, Elena's boss can't reach her out here, and the odds of something happening in the woods for her to report on are blessedly low.
But without her work to keep her busy, she's restless, and long after your guests have retired to their own dachas, you find her gazing out from the verandah, unflinching when the night watchmen blow their whistles. She waves off the serving girl when you send her with a cup of tea, so you go to her yourself.
"You alright, Elena?" you ask.
She doesn't answer for a long time.
"Something's going to change," she says at last.
"Lena?"
From what you've read of her work lately, everything's seemed fine, business as usual, and you trust your wife's writing more than the muttering on the street.
"I haven't been able to write about it," she says, turning to you. "And I can't even get all the details... But I have a feeling our lives are going to become very different."
"Hey."
You take her by the shoulders, then cup her cheek in one hand.
"I don't care how different our lives are, as long as I've got you. Okay?"
"Okay," she says, but her smile doesn't reach her eyes.