Kent Clark (
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Kent/Feldspar
"Just once more," they had said when Ellie's team petitioned for it. She was busy with Palmer, falling in love with science while he fell in love with God, and Kent was left to pick up the pieces. He wanted another damn go at it. The Machine had a pricetag in the billions; it was begging to be used again.
But they wouldn't let Ellie go. They wouldn't let just anyone go. They wanted someone who knew how it worked, who had been there from the beginning, but someone who isn't completely taken in by Ellie's words.
That leads them to a dozen people and they end up with Kent. He's blind, but that's not what decides it. They claim that he wouldn't hallucinate the way Ellie did. That he has a unique perspective.
And, he's already proven himself steady and loyal.
He experiences it all the way that Ellie does, but something goes wrong on the other end. Maybe another terrorist attack. Maybe not. All he knows is that he's in the sphere and then, suddenly, he's floating, unable to find his footing until a great crash and he slams into the bottom of the machine.
He groans, pulling his helmet on with a grunt and a wince.
"Fuck this," he mutters, finding the edge of the sphere with his hands. There was a door there somewhere. He just - has to find it.
But they wouldn't let Ellie go. They wouldn't let just anyone go. They wanted someone who knew how it worked, who had been there from the beginning, but someone who isn't completely taken in by Ellie's words.
That leads them to a dozen people and they end up with Kent. He's blind, but that's not what decides it. They claim that he wouldn't hallucinate the way Ellie did. That he has a unique perspective.
And, he's already proven himself steady and loyal.
He experiences it all the way that Ellie does, but something goes wrong on the other end. Maybe another terrorist attack. Maybe not. All he knows is that he's in the sphere and then, suddenly, he's floating, unable to find his footing until a great crash and he slams into the bottom of the machine.
He groans, pulling his helmet on with a grunt and a wince.
"Fuck this," he mutters, finding the edge of the sphere with his hands. There was a door there somewhere. He just - has to find it.
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“Maybe,” they say quietly, “but what else was I going to do? All I had were my own thoughts.”
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They don’t know who they are anymore or their place with the other Hearthians, but it might not matter in this place. Nothing like that will matter.
They pick their head up. “Will you kiss me?”
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"Yeah," he breathes, and muscle memory leads him down to kiss them, slow and sweet and gentle.
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Kent cups their face as they kiss, his hands slowly dangling down their back.
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“Where is here anyway?” They thought the sun exploded.
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He smiles. "Your hatchling found this place. They call it the Stranger. It's an entire world on a spaceship. When youre ready, you should come and see."
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“The Stranger. Spooky.”
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"There's apparently some other part of this place. I don't know. But the outside is apparently very...normal. Green grass, tall trees. There's a seed bank along with everything we brought."
Not that he knows for himself.
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“I can’t wait to see it all.”
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“Yeah,” they nod, pulling back from him. I’ll need your help though, I’m not steady on my feet and I don’t….”
They frown. They don’t want the others to see them that way.
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"It's alright. Put your arm around me. It'll look like you're just guiding me," he explains because he knows. He can't see his love, but he knows what he needs.
He also does need to be guided.
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“Let me get dressed. Gneiss left some clothes for me at the foot of the bed.”
It’s a slow process, but a necessary one. The have to look somewhat put together, at least enough that they don’t look so frail. Gossan, Hornfels, and Slate would worry about them no matter what, but they can’t let the others see how fragile and weak they are now.
“I’m ready. Help me up?”
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Kent helps them dress as best he can, so when they're ready to get up, he's right by their side. He slides an arm around them. "The beings who were here before were huge," he grumbles. "These cots and chairs are way too big."
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Everything’s dark, but in the hallway just outside the room Feldspar can see a flickering of lights. Hearthian lanterns, they assume. Their people have always been industrious and quick to solve a problem.
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Kent guides them down the hallway, squeezing their middle gently. "The doors open with lights," he explains. "Which means I'm kind of fucked unless I have someone else,."
But he smiles anyway.
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"It does suck for me, thanks," he laughs, and it is - astonishing how easily Feldspar's own laugh makes Kent blush. Makes him squeeze their arm around him. Makes him want to keep him all to himself.
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Feldspar walks out with Kent and their jaw drops at the sight of the giant, circular spaceship. It’s an entire world, with a river and forest and canyons and wooden buildings. They can see the Hearthian touch in the ruins too - pathways already erected along the sides of the river and the skeleton of a dam directly in front of them. There are buildings too, and campfires, and the beginnings of what will soon be tall pines from emergency seeds, and just along the path there’s music…
It’s the Traveller’s Song. They’re still playing it, even after all these years.
Feldspar leans against Kent as they take in the sight of this magnificent ship and the Hearthian village already taking shape inside of it.
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Kent holds them close, turning and pressing a kiss to their cheek. "Isn't it magnificent?" he wonders because he knows. He knows that it's beautiful and perfect. It's a life raft, but it's exactly what they needed.
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“It’s Feldspar!”
“No way!”
“I told you - they found Feldspar!”
Feldspar clings a little more tightly to Kent as an overjoyed crowd begins to gather and three figures branch off to run up ahead.
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