Writers: Revolution
Aug. 1st, 2009 02:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticThe dock was quiet in the darkness. Boats creaked in the water, moving in the gentle waves. A group of men stepped out onto the dock. Their steps were muffled so they barely made a sound as they moved. The stars and moon were their only sources of light. Without a sound they climbed into the boats. No one knew they were onboard... yet.
Peter's heart pounded hard in his chest. The mixture of excitement and fear gave him a rush he hadn't felt in a while. It was irrational, he knew, to feel afraid: he knew how this would turn out. Still, knowing and experiencing were two different things. His eyes searched in the darkness for Gabriel. Somehow they separated and an unpleasant kind of fear shivered through Peter's frame.
"Peter." He eagerly turned but it was not Gabriel who called for him. "Come, friend, we have found the cargo."
Earlier he and Gabriel were sitting with these men listening to the evening's plan. They, of course, agreed to come along. It was an opportunity neither could pass up. Peter had to wonder if these men knew what their actions would mean for their future.
Focusing back on the task at hand, he followed the other men into the cargo bay. In groups they carried the heavy loads out onto the deck. The water below remained still almost as if it was waiting. Peter tossed his load into the waves. The resulting splash sounded twice as loud in the quiet. One of the brothers let out a whoop of triumph; others echoed until the air filled with their cacophony. The excitement was infectious enough for Peter to let out a battle yell.
They were all scrambling now to grab barrels and toss them over the side. Peter almost forgot himself by grabbing one without any assistance. He searched the painted faces for one in particular. Loud splashes could be heard all around but he barely paid attention. Chaos rose at an alarming rate around him.
"Gabriel!" he called out. "Gabriel, where are you?" He pushed past the eager colonists in his search.
"Peter!" Gabriel stumbled toward him dragging a barrel by himself. Without a word Peter threw his arms around the other. Peter ached to kiss the man but he couldn't. "What's wrong?" Gabriel asked him. They'd been together long enough for him to sense Peter's distress without the other saying a word.
"I was worried," Peter confessed, nuzzling Gabriel's cheek.
"Peter... not here." Gabriel's face flushed a light red and he gently coaxed Peter away.
"I know," Peter sighed. "I guess the spirit of revolution is getting to me." He pulled away, moving to get a hand on the barrel. "Let's toss this tea together."
"I'd love to." They each took an end and threw it into the water. They watched the barrel bob gently in the water along with all the others, staining the water a dull brown. Peter never enjoyed being at a tea party nearly as much before.
Peter's heart pounded hard in his chest. The mixture of excitement and fear gave him a rush he hadn't felt in a while. It was irrational, he knew, to feel afraid: he knew how this would turn out. Still, knowing and experiencing were two different things. His eyes searched in the darkness for Gabriel. Somehow they separated and an unpleasant kind of fear shivered through Peter's frame.
"Peter." He eagerly turned but it was not Gabriel who called for him. "Come, friend, we have found the cargo."
Earlier he and Gabriel were sitting with these men listening to the evening's plan. They, of course, agreed to come along. It was an opportunity neither could pass up. Peter had to wonder if these men knew what their actions would mean for their future.
Focusing back on the task at hand, he followed the other men into the cargo bay. In groups they carried the heavy loads out onto the deck. The water below remained still almost as if it was waiting. Peter tossed his load into the waves. The resulting splash sounded twice as loud in the quiet. One of the brothers let out a whoop of triumph; others echoed until the air filled with their cacophony. The excitement was infectious enough for Peter to let out a battle yell.
They were all scrambling now to grab barrels and toss them over the side. Peter almost forgot himself by grabbing one without any assistance. He searched the painted faces for one in particular. Loud splashes could be heard all around but he barely paid attention. Chaos rose at an alarming rate around him.
"Gabriel!" he called out. "Gabriel, where are you?" He pushed past the eager colonists in his search.
"Peter!" Gabriel stumbled toward him dragging a barrel by himself. Without a word Peter threw his arms around the other. Peter ached to kiss the man but he couldn't. "What's wrong?" Gabriel asked him. They'd been together long enough for him to sense Peter's distress without the other saying a word.
"I was worried," Peter confessed, nuzzling Gabriel's cheek.
"Peter... not here." Gabriel's face flushed a light red and he gently coaxed Peter away.
"I know," Peter sighed. "I guess the spirit of revolution is getting to me." He pulled away, moving to get a hand on the barrel. "Let's toss this tea together."
"I'd love to." They each took an end and threw it into the water. They watched the barrel bob gently in the water along with all the others, staining the water a dull brown. Peter never enjoyed being at a tea party nearly as much before.