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roesslyngTitle: Having that dream again
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream & Stand Still Stay Silent (crossover)
Characters/Pairing: Ása Harðardóttir/Åsa Skärsholm
Rating: 0+
Length: 700
Summary: The dreams came. Åsa decided to chase them.
Other: Prompt was Ása Harðardóttir/Åsa Skärsholm - chances [Original Post]
Having that dream again
Something across the sea called her.
It reached out to her, hooked into her heart. Gripped and pulled.
It felt like an old memory, the vestige of a past life. In her dreams, the ordinary kind of dreams, she felt a version of herself that she had never known.
She saw herself closing a door. Walking to a boat. A woman was beside her. Their hands linked.
Åsa didn't understand it.
She decided, after a time, that she didn't need to.
Sailing came naturally to her. She took to the water well enough, left the island she had always known. Gained passage on a boat going through the Saimaa canal, one bound for Pori, for Keuruu. But what she sought didn't lie in Finland; after a while on that base, she was sure.
Her heart called from somewhere much farther away.
She dreamed of a sky clouded with ash. She dreamed of eyes like steel and strong hands with long fingers. Yarn and knitting needles and long white hair. Somewhere else. Somewhere farther.
Sweden next. That was the route she took. The opportunity came by chance, and she took it. When she lighted on its shores, she sought the face from her dreams, and came up with nothing again. She didn't see the face from her dreams, that windswept hair, those eyes.
Somewhere else, then.
In her dreams, a voice crackled on the hand-cranked radio, calling, calling, giving an announcement of dire circumstances. Someone curled up next to her, long fingers working away with yarn.
"That place'll be shut down soon enough." The voice was quiet, contemplative, firm. "There won't be a damn thing left."
Across the water, to the mainland, everything was falling apart.
Åsa woke, her breath catching in her throat. She stared out into the darkness. Breathed slowly. Took in the gentle pitch and roll of the ship around her.
Day duty soon enough. And in a day's time, they would reach Vikna. Best to be ready for it.
It was in Vikna that she caught sight of someone. That one. The one she had been looking for. That woman with the wild white hair and the steel-sharp eyes. The one who gave her orders in a self-assured, firm voice that Åsa was sure she had heard before, but not in the waking world, not in this lifetime.
It was a chance. A slim chance. But she had to take it. Had to try.
Getting work on her boat was a simple matter of a look and an introduction and a few hopeful words. But it was more than that, it must have been more than that.
Åsa saw that flicker of recognition that crossed Captain Ása's face at the sight of her. That surprise. The slight furrowing of her brows as she sized her up, an expression on her face that made it clear that the words 'Have I met you before?' were on the tip of her tongue.
She didn't say it. And Åsa didn't ask. She didn't have to.
When her feet met the deck of Ása's boat, it felt like coming home.
They stood side by side, the two of them. Leaning against the railing, looking out at the bright sky. Soon there would be work to be done – that was, after all, why Åsa had been hired, or at least that was the surface of it. But the Captain had called her aside for a moment, so it could wait.
They were quiet for a long while. Finally, without looking at her, the Captain spoke.
"I've seen you before." It wasn't a question.
Åsa nodded. "And I've seen you." She sucked in a hesitant breath, wondered if she should take this chance. "I remember you."
"Mm." A nod, firm, definite, as if that sealed it. "Good. I'd have words for you if you didn't."
Åsa smiled. She could guess what those words might be like. But luckily for her, she wouldn't have to hear that lecture.
Edging closer, she leaned against Ása a little, that one she had searched so long for, and knew, somehow, that she'd seen the last of the dreams.
It was time to look to the future instead.
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream & Stand Still Stay Silent (crossover)
Characters/Pairing: Ása Harðardóttir/Åsa Skärsholm
Rating: 0+
Length: 700
Summary: The dreams came. Åsa decided to chase them.
Other: Prompt was Ása Harðardóttir/Åsa Skärsholm - chances [Original Post]
Having that dream again
Something across the sea called her.
It reached out to her, hooked into her heart. Gripped and pulled.
It felt like an old memory, the vestige of a past life. In her dreams, the ordinary kind of dreams, she felt a version of herself that she had never known.
She saw herself closing a door. Walking to a boat. A woman was beside her. Their hands linked.
Åsa didn't understand it.
She decided, after a time, that she didn't need to.
Sailing came naturally to her. She took to the water well enough, left the island she had always known. Gained passage on a boat going through the Saimaa canal, one bound for Pori, for Keuruu. But what she sought didn't lie in Finland; after a while on that base, she was sure.
Her heart called from somewhere much farther away.
She dreamed of a sky clouded with ash. She dreamed of eyes like steel and strong hands with long fingers. Yarn and knitting needles and long white hair. Somewhere else. Somewhere farther.
Sweden next. That was the route she took. The opportunity came by chance, and she took it. When she lighted on its shores, she sought the face from her dreams, and came up with nothing again. She didn't see the face from her dreams, that windswept hair, those eyes.
Somewhere else, then.
In her dreams, a voice crackled on the hand-cranked radio, calling, calling, giving an announcement of dire circumstances. Someone curled up next to her, long fingers working away with yarn.
"That place'll be shut down soon enough." The voice was quiet, contemplative, firm. "There won't be a damn thing left."
Across the water, to the mainland, everything was falling apart.
Åsa woke, her breath catching in her throat. She stared out into the darkness. Breathed slowly. Took in the gentle pitch and roll of the ship around her.
Day duty soon enough. And in a day's time, they would reach Vikna. Best to be ready for it.
It was in Vikna that she caught sight of someone. That one. The one she had been looking for. That woman with the wild white hair and the steel-sharp eyes. The one who gave her orders in a self-assured, firm voice that Åsa was sure she had heard before, but not in the waking world, not in this lifetime.
It was a chance. A slim chance. But she had to take it. Had to try.
Getting work on her boat was a simple matter of a look and an introduction and a few hopeful words. But it was more than that, it must have been more than that.
Åsa saw that flicker of recognition that crossed Captain Ása's face at the sight of her. That surprise. The slight furrowing of her brows as she sized her up, an expression on her face that made it clear that the words 'Have I met you before?' were on the tip of her tongue.
She didn't say it. And Åsa didn't ask. She didn't have to.
When her feet met the deck of Ása's boat, it felt like coming home.
They stood side by side, the two of them. Leaning against the railing, looking out at the bright sky. Soon there would be work to be done – that was, after all, why Åsa had been hired, or at least that was the surface of it. But the Captain had called her aside for a moment, so it could wait.
They were quiet for a long while. Finally, without looking at her, the Captain spoke.
"I've seen you before." It wasn't a question.
Åsa nodded. "And I've seen you." She sucked in a hesitant breath, wondered if she should take this chance. "I remember you."
"Mm." A nod, firm, definite, as if that sealed it. "Good. I'd have words for you if you didn't."
Åsa smiled. She could guess what those words might be like. But luckily for her, she wouldn't have to hear that lecture.
Edging closer, she leaned against Ása a little, that one she had searched so long for, and knew, somehow, that she'd seen the last of the dreams.
It was time to look to the future instead.
