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10 November 2007 @ 01:04 am
Evaporation  
Title: Evaporation
Fandom: BBM
Rating: G
Summary: Canon one-shot from Ennis-second-person. Anything beyond that is largely your interpretation.
Disclaimer: I could never have made these characters, and not only do I get no money, I wouldn't deserve it anyway.
AN: Unbeta'd. Please let me know if you see something wrong.

Evaporation

It's a place apart from time, the raging sun touching the barest hints of frost, frosts that fall in summertime when none exist. The wind whispers secrets. You beg it to keep them. You dig your soul into the dirt and hope that it can ground you, but no luck. The whispered cry of air can carry you away. It has that power. It has that need.

You find you have needs as well, and, them speak for themselves, you fall into the corner of your mind you leave for such things. You've never helped yourself to anything before. Unless you needed it to live.

This has no cause besides the tearing down, howling at the dripping moon. The question of control is never raised, the mimicry of violence never insinuated, the mutually deeper howl is never spoken.

Summer frosts, they come and go at other altitudes, on round-ups and drives across the gullies that separate isolated mountain oases. The horses crush them underfoot as the dawn sun rises, lights, and melts the tender ice. No one pauses to watch, no one cares and no one sees.

You can't either. There's work to do. And you know anyway, it can never be the same here. The magic of the summer groves of Juneberry, their blooms' sweet scent polluting the air well below the tree line, but fading to clean open nothingness in the scorching scream of wind up in the krummholtz-- the horse under you stumbles and jerks you suddenly downwards as its hoof find a depression. "Ho there."

A breeze shifts somewhere, but you've lost your train of thought. The vision dissipates, fog burning off, as tenuous as steam.

You can't recapture it. You mind the steer instead.
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lorna59lara_pinta on November 10th, 2007 05:15 am (UTC)
That was so touching.

The realities of Ennis's life with him immersing himself in his work where his thoughts and memories are pushed aside was beautifully described.

Thank you
Lorna
Bloody Jack Flint: Miroku Hushrhye on November 10th, 2007 08:36 pm (UTC)
You're welcome :)
sweetjesweetje on November 10th, 2007 06:13 am (UTC)
It's interesting how you can be so deep in your own thoughts and memories one minute, then be jolted out of them the next by a single sudden movement from reality. But even though the thoughts fade away, the memories never really die. They will always be ready to materialize when the time calls for them.

Ennis does get lost in his memories of Jack at times, and he will never be able to totally push them away.

This was a thought provoking piece. I had to think on it awhile before I could post a hopefully coherent comment. I hope I got the gist of what you were trying to convey. It was just how I saw your words. : )
Debra
Bloody Jack Flint: Miroku Hushrhye on November 10th, 2007 08:39 pm (UTC)
You most certainly got what I was trying to convey! Thank you so much for taking the time to read this.
gnashsanggnashsang on November 10th, 2007 09:23 am (UTC)
Summer frosts, they come and go at other altitudes, on round-ups and drives across the gullies that separate isolated mountain oases. The horses crush them underfoot as the dawn sun rises, lights, and melts the tender ice. No one pauses to watch, no one cares and no one sees.

wow...oh i loved it all, but that part especially, oases! tender ice... no one pauses! and the juneberry... your words elevate me, thanks for this inspiring read, seriously...
Bloody Jack Flint: Miroku Hushrhye on November 10th, 2007 08:42 pm (UTC)
Your praise is really special and treasured to me since I consider your writing always very soulful. Thank you so much for reading this little piece and for commenting here. I'm also so envious of the time you got to spend with Ingy in Cali. I didn't get to meet him much, just at Zeitgeist, but he was great. Maybe I will see you in England? You were a pleasure to meet also, of course, you know that!
gnashsanggnashsang on November 11th, 2007 07:41 am (UTC)
oh, thank you for your kind words.. i guess we both win, then! :) in sf, i reeeaaally wanted to hang with "the slashers" more,,, but just getting to meet you and see old faces again was great. yes, i plan on maybe possibly attending the oxford event, didn't know you were going, that's so cool. it'll be here before we know it!! :D
Bloody Jack Flint: Miroku Hushrhye on November 11th, 2007 02:41 pm (UTC)
Oh, I don't actually know if I can make it to Oxford. I really hope so, but it actually depends on my school schedule and when I finish my thesis.
gnashsanggnashsang on November 11th, 2007 03:43 pm (UTC)
yeah, me too, not school, but everything else.. crossing fingers for both of us..! ;)
landofthedragonlandofthedragon on November 10th, 2007 10:15 am (UTC)
Beautifully written as always, which captures the spirit of Ennis perfectly. So glad that you still have the time to write because you do it so well. L
Bloody Jack Flint: Miroku Hushrhye on November 10th, 2007 08:44 pm (UTC)
Thank you fro reading such a small piece, really.
el_wingel_wing on November 10th, 2007 11:33 am (UTC)
So happy to see this posted. Wonderful imagery. I love the sensory stimulation you use in this to lead us into Ennis' subconscious. The wind whispers secrets. You beg it to keep them. Simply beautiful...
samtyr: icon_jake by probodiesamtyr on November 10th, 2007 11:45 am (UTC)
This was great, such beautiful poignant imagery. Thank you for sharing this.
Bloody Jack Flint: Schoolhouse: Endurerhye on November 10th, 2007 08:44 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you very much :)
samtyr: icon_jake by probodiesamtyr on November 10th, 2007 11:48 am (UTC)
This was great, such beautiful poignant imagery. Thank you for sharing this. (Sorry if this comes through twice.)
Bloody Jack Flint: Schoolhouse: Endurerhye on November 10th, 2007 08:45 pm (UTC)
You're welcome. Thank you for taking the time to read it.
testa_duratesta_dura on November 10th, 2007 01:44 pm (UTC)
I see everything right
This was so poignant. Jess - the words were gorgeous and so evocative. I think you've so well captured Ennis here. His knowing where his heart lay but not wanting to know - how easily something like the summer frost could pull him back to that time and place where he was happy but not for long. Because the world had no room for his memories - or indeed for man like him.

Tes

Bloody Jack Flint: Schoolhouse: Endurerhye on November 10th, 2007 08:50 pm (UTC)
Re: I see everything right
♥ Thank you so much. Your encouragement is such a balm. I'm glad this touched you.
lolitaray: bbm reunionlolitaray on November 11th, 2007 12:51 am (UTC)
Jess, this was just so utterly beautiful - what descriptions you convey.

You can't either. There's work to do. And you know anyway, it can never be the same here. The magic of the summer groves of Juneberry, their blooms' sweet scent polluting the air well below the tree line, but fading to clean open nothingness in the scorching scream of wind up in the krummholtz-- the horse under you stumbles and jerks you suddenly downwards as its hoof find a depression. "Ho there."

I truly believe that Jack was alway in Ennis's thoughts, always in what he saw...

Thank you for this beautiful piece. *hugs*
Bloody Jack Flint: Schoolhouse: Endurerhye on November 13th, 2007 12:09 am (UTC)
dontwanttosaygbdontwanttosaygb on November 11th, 2007 11:03 pm (UTC)
Lovely thoughts from the man that couldn't share them with anyone but himself. I always believed Ennis felt and dreamed much more than people attribute to him.

Cheers, Ted
Bloody Jack Flintrhye on November 13th, 2007 12:09 am (UTC)
Same here. Glad you liked it :) Miss you big time!
dontwanttosaygbdontwanttosaygb on November 13th, 2007 12:44 am (UTC)
Miss you too! Why not drop into the new house once and awhile. Cheers, Ted
Bloody Jack Flintrhye on November 13th, 2007 12:56 am (UTC)
Oh god, by now I'm so far behind anyway...
dontwanttosaygbdontwanttosaygb on November 13th, 2007 12:59 am (UTC)
Well you know as well as I do that the conversation changes constantly. I was out for 4 days and came back 5 pages behind, but jumped in a new conversation. I miss you insight on things. Also just drop by to say HI! Boston will be here soon and that will cheer us all up! Yay!

Cheers, Ted
elena_62elena_62 on November 12th, 2007 07:11 pm (UTC)
Ennis forgetting himself through his work, this is something many people do.

This was lovely and well written, like usual! Thank you very much!

Antonella

PS: I'm thinking as well about Oxford. Let's hope it works for everybody wanting to go!
Bloody Jack Flintrhye on November 13th, 2007 12:10 am (UTC)
Thank you! I would love to meet you in Oxford. I guess I should really work harder at work if I want to get there... :)
bbmjack324 on November 18th, 2007 10:09 pm (UTC)

Ennis, it won't keep those secrets. The wind will always carry the secret of 'him'and how you feel for him right back to your heart--as much as you try to keep it out. Beautiful. The wind whispers secrets. You beg it to keep them. You dig your soul into the dirt and hope that it can ground you, but no luck. The whispered cry of air can carry you away. It has that power. It has that need.