psl: polychromatic AU | stargazers

[sleepingstar]

[On the top of the hill, Pai feels like she can reach up and touch the stars. Lying on her back, the grass scratchy on the back of her neck, she stares up at the sky.

She reaches an arm up and covers one of the stars with her thumb. Look, brother! I made another star fall! Except it's still there; all she has to do is move her hand. She doesn't have to kill anyone anymore. Neither of them do.

Hei isn't comfortable here. He's fallen into the habit of paranoia. He doesn't trust the peace, doesn't remember who he is outside of the Syndicate's control. He's so very human in that respect. Pai isn't bothered by the uncertainty. It's irrational to worry about something so completely out of her control.

Instead of making the stars fall, she can make them into stories. She traces shapes in the sky -- finding a bear, a swan, a man dancing. It's a silly exercise, but important. The mind is a muscle like any other; it requires a variety of exercises. It needs whimsey & rationality, exertion & rest.]

熊...

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[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei catches Pai's warning look -- but he ignores it in favor of the twinkle in her eye. It's been ages since he's seen it, and rarer still that he saw it in Heaven's War, especially with his own paranoia and self-loathing turning everything even uglier and rust-colored. Stepping closer, he settles, with a calm matter-of-factness, between Pai and Pavel, backpack and blanket at his feet. (Don't take it personally Pavel; it's instinct.) Popping the lid off his coffee, he takes a sip, before telling the younger man, ] Not originally. But -- [ a half-shrug, as if to say, I changed my mind. He glances at Pai then, and hands her the cocoa, his thoughts ticking over while he studies her for a moment, enjoying that buttery radiance of her presence -- not a commonplace thing yet; impossible to be taken for granted -- before he'll have to complicate it with questions and scolding. ]

[ His gaze is soft -- far too soft to be associated with Hei these days -- as he asks, ] Stringing up constellations?

[sleepingstar]

[She pouts a little as Hei settles between her and the cute young Russian. She reminds herself that, for her brother, she's been missing for over five years, but let's be honest -- even if he hadn't been missing her for so long, he would be overprotective. She bumps his shoulder gently with hers, a silent I love you and Do something stupid and I'll kill you all in one.]

Pavel told me they don't have any here. [But perhaps more importantly...] You two know each other?

[candothat]

[Well, hello to you too, Hei.]

Yes, we've known each other for several months.

[mortemscintilla]

[ The pout doesn't go unobserved. But like most brothers -- or moreso -- he's proprietary when it comes to his only sister. He's only just gotten her back. But even with his protection, which, let's admit, is greater in the intent than the execution -- everything's still so fucking precarious. The City can snatch her away with the same indifferent whimsy with which its returned her. What then? He can't escape the sense that he's running on borrowed time. Sooner or later, it'll run dry. So it's better to hoard what hours he can with her in the meantime. ]

[ Letting some boy -- even one as benign as Pevel -- butt in on that? Not on the agenda. ]

[ He nudges his shoulder against hers, more mildly, Ditto and If there's nothing to worry about, I won't need to. His legs sprawl out in front of him as he settles back, relaxed but not without a particular energy tucked away in the line of his spine. His attention is on Pavel, but the words are for Pai's benefit, ]

Pavel's from a world where space travel is a reality. [ An almost-smile, ] He's seen the stars -- extraterrestrial life -- up close.

[sleepingstar]

Really?

[She leans over her brother to get a better look at Chekov, her face a perfect picture of excitement.]

How? What's it like?

[Look at that innocent excitement, Hei. You have nothing to worry about!]

[candothat]

[Wait. How are you two related again? Siblings? Seriously? Pai's so sweet and cute!]

I haven't been in space that much, but the stars are remarkable when you can look at them without atmospheric interference. Extraterrestrial life? [He shrugs and smiles at Pai.] I like the humanoids I have met, but the plants and I don't get along.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Correction. That innocent excitement only adds fuel to his unspoken fears. He's starting to think he should've kept his trap shut. (At the same time, that look stirs up a certain degree of unexpected fondness too. There wasn't much to be excited about on the gloomy terrain of South America, beyond landmines and extra rations. The difference in mood here is gratifying -- even if, just as on the battlefield, Pai has a way of changing the shape and color of his surroundings just by existing.) ]

[ He offers Pavel a look over Pai's head, eyebrow raised. ]

There are 'Fantastic Flora' forms of alien life too?

[sleepingstar]

[Don't be so paranoid, brother. She's got a pretty badass Contractor ability, after all; she can totally take care of herself.

She leans a little against her brother and gives Chekov a bright eyed look of total interest. Yes, please, say more!]

[candothat]

[He has no idea what Hei means by fantastic flora, but Pai seems interested, so.]

Of course there's alien flora. A friend of mine keeps several exotic alien plant species and they hate me.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei's hand comes up without thought to smooth back Pai's hair, his attention still on Pavel. (It's very likely he doesn't notice the possessiveness of the gesture.) Smarter than him, stronger than him, more perceptive than him -- she is all those things, yes. But matters like Boys and the mess of Headgames and Relationships, whether she thinks herself ready for them or not, aren't topics he'd prefer her mind teeming with. Neither Hei nor Pai are innocents -- how can they be, with the atrocities they've both seen and committed? But there's nothing wrong with wanting her to remain easy and carefree for at least some while longer. She's so young, still. ]

[ However, Pavel's explanation makes Hei curious despite himself, ]

How can a plant hate you? [ Congratulations, he now has images of a bloodthirsty kudzu and slavering planimals. ]

[sleepingstar]

[Pai glances briefly at her brother, equally curious.]

They're alien plants. Maybe they have a central nervous system?

[She looks back to Chekov for confirmation or explanation.]

[candothat]

[Chekov can't help but feel that there's something strange going on between Hei and Pai. He doesn't register the possessive touch consciously. The oddness is there all the same.]

All plants have rudimentary nervous systems, but some alien plants are more advanced than their Terran counterparts. None of them have brains that I know of--not so far as Sulu has told me. He doesn't think that his plants are capable of hating me.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Chekov wouldn't be the first to catch a strange vibe between the siblings. Sex, that's what most peoples' brains leap to 99% of the time, the more deviant the better. In South America it wasn't that uncommon for strangers to confuse Pai and Hei as lovers. But it couldn't be further from the truth. The battlefield simply has a way of paring down any sense of boundary or social nicety to the barest shreds. When you fight and bleed and suffer alongside someone else, physicality becomes a matter-of-fact thing -- a source of comfort where your environment offers none. ]

[ Even away from the war, Hei isn't sure how to let go of that fact. ]

[ To Chekov, he says, almost dryly, ] Are you sure you're not imagining the hatred? They don't shrivel and die when you come near them. Right?

[sleepingstar]

That would be counter-productive. It would make more sense if they poisoned him.

[candothat]

[No, he doesn't pick up on anything sexual. Most of the oddness is probably attributable to the fact that Hei appears to care about Pai. That strikes Chekov as strange.]

They shrivel and die if I try to take care of them. I feel that plants can tell when someone who is bad at keeping them alive is near.

[Pai throws him off.]

I suppose so...

[mortemscintilla]

[ Nobody loves no one, isn't that how the song lyric goes? Hei may be an appalling bastard with all the sensitivity of a piranha. None of that changes the fact, however, that this appalling bastard loves his sister if he loves anything on earth. It's how it's always been, since the first days when his mother had taught him, barely out of babyhood himself, to cosset and protect her. ]

[ He makes a mock-punchy face at Pai -- Little Miss Pocket Encyclopedia -- although she certainly has a point. To Pavel, ] If they're sentient, maybe it's your stress they're sensing. Some plants supposedly give off ethylene to warn each other of trouble. [ Thoughtfully, ] In your case, it may have been a mass suicide.

[ Poisonings and felo-de-se flora. Clearly the siblings are the most charming dinner companions. ]

[sleepingstar]

[She mimics Hei's face back at him.]

That doesn't make any sense.

[For all that Pai appears to be the more sensitive of the two siblings, there are certain things that, as a Contractor, she is fundamentally incapable of understanding, and suicide is one of them.]

Maybe they just missed your friend. [Not that she understands dying of loneliness either, but she knows it's possible. She's seen it in her brother.]

[candothat]

[Now you're both being very strange. Chekov isn't sure how comfortable he is with this topic of discussion anymore.]

That could be so.

[He would like to talk about stars again, please.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei reaches down with a hand to tug lightly at Pai's ear, his mouth a wry curl despite the muddy pond her words stir up. Maybe they just missed your friend. Loneliness, the poverty of warmth and hope it feeds, is just one of the many steps toward self-destruction; an irrational act for a Contractor, but not necessarily for a human with nothing to lose. He'd been that way a few months after Pai's disappearance, coasting on the narrow edge of despair, with only cold revenge serving to pull him back and propel him forward. ]

[ It's not a time he wants to remember. Not now. ]

[ Taking a sip from his coffee cup, he belatedly reads Pavel's discomfort for what it is, and changes the subject, ] Have you ever encountered those 'diamond stars' astronomers discovered, back in 2004? I've always wondered if they were a hoax.

[sleepingstar]

[Pai, unfortunately, is oblivious to Pavel's discomfort. She doesn't have Hei's training in reading marks, or much in the way of empathy. She can only read the moods of those she loves -- a sphere which is growing, if slowly.

Fortunately, diamond stars prove an adequate distraction.]

Diamond stars?

[candothat]

[Chekov brightens considerably when the conversation takes a pleasant turn--and it's a subject he knows about, too.]

I haven't encountered one personally, but they are not uncommon. All they are is dead stars... compressed carbon, mostly. The stars must be massive to create a significant amount of carbon because it's a relatively heavy element, but it happens.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Another sip, then a beat to irritably wipe the foam mustache off his face -- Ugh. This coffee tastes like pure sugar -- before Hei muses, half-idly, ]

If those stars were accessible, think of the booming diamond trade you'd have in space. Slave traders and pirates. [ Relax, that's a joke. ]

[ ........Well. Maybe not the space-pirates. ]

[sleepingstar]

Would they look the same as earth diamonds? [a question to Pavel. Her knowledge of science is more intuitive than educated.] Don't other elements factor into things like the color?

[candothat]

[Hei's unhappiness regarding his beverage goes unnoticed... or at least without comment.]

They are accessible, although I don't believe the Federation has ever mined such a star. The Orions--and some of them are pirates--are far more interested in them. Gemstones are not so valuable in the future as they are now on Earth.

[Pai gets the same kind of smile that a teacher's favorite inquisitive student might get.]

They should look the same. Diamonds, however or wherever they are formed, come in every color, depending on what, besides carbon, composes them. Maybe some stars would produce exotic colors, since some parts of space are rich in elements that show up only in traces on Earth.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hiding a distasteful moue, Hei sets the coffee aside. From his backpack, he fishes out a small tupperware box. Inside are five wrapped sandwiches (grilled cheese, tuscan chicken, turkey and cranberry, a collection of cold cuts) and a handfull of gingerbread men. He hands one to Pai, then hesitates before extending the box to Pavel. (Said hesitation stems from whether Pavel's smile is innocent, or skating the edge of ingratiating where Pai's concerned. ]

[ (Granted, Hei's not so crazy he’ll zap someone for smiling too long at his sister. But he has his moments.) ]

[ Appropriating a grilled cheese sandwich for himself, he asks Pavel, ] So what is the most valuable commodity of the future? [ To Pai, at a softer register, ] He's right. The carbanados -- black diamonds -- in South America are supposedly extraterrestrial in origin. Their spectra don't match signatures for earth's hydrogen and nitrogen, but those in interstellar space. There's a theory they were brought by a meteor.