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Outer Worlds: Fic: Spark
Title: Spark
Fandom: Outer Worlds (Video Game)
Rating: G
Length: 363 words
Content notes: Implied character death kinda? In a very abstract sense
Author's notes: For my 100Fandoms prompt, "Star"
Summary: A metal spark lands on Parvati
A spark landed on her arm, with a sharp, brief, dash of pain before it was gone. Parvati'd been working with mechanical things all her life, and that was mostly when something was wrong with them. Whether they were giving off sparks as they malfunctioned, or she was creating them when she welded parts back together, they were always around her.
When she was real young, and watching her daddy work, Parvatii'd thought that the brilliant sparks of light looked like stars. Just like the shooting stars that sometimes sped through the sky before vanishing, all burnt up, the sparks flew through the air for just a moment of heat and bite and sensation that told you where you were before vanishing into nothing.
Others didn't like it; they complained when a spark hit them like they'd been burned by something a lot bigger, stronger, and longer. Or they fussed and worried that something was going to catch on fire from a little dancing sparkle. She knew it was strange — there was no way around that — but the more that others complained, the more that Parvati loved them.
She loved to see them emerge in a cascade from her torch, surrounded by dozens of their kin before flying away on their ownsomes in every which direction. She loved the little bite of one hitting her arm or cheek; of knowing that she had made that miniature shooting star, and that she'd extinguished it too.
Then the Captain came along and took her into space, among the real thing, and — not for the first time — Parvati wondered what it would feel like to touch one of those bigger sparks. Would it burn out against her, or would it go the other way around?
To something the size of a star, would Parvati be just a little spark, taking a bite out of it before extinguishing herself? Part of her wanted to find out, but part of her wasn't ready to burn out just yet. Not when she still had so much left to see, and learn, and so many more machines and robots and ships to meet.
She wasn't ready to burn out yet.
Fandom: Outer Worlds (Video Game)
Rating: G
Length: 363 words
Content notes: Implied character death kinda? In a very abstract sense
Author's notes: For my 100Fandoms prompt, "Star"
Summary: A metal spark lands on Parvati
A spark landed on her arm, with a sharp, brief, dash of pain before it was gone. Parvati'd been working with mechanical things all her life, and that was mostly when something was wrong with them. Whether they were giving off sparks as they malfunctioned, or she was creating them when she welded parts back together, they were always around her.
When she was real young, and watching her daddy work, Parvatii'd thought that the brilliant sparks of light looked like stars. Just like the shooting stars that sometimes sped through the sky before vanishing, all burnt up, the sparks flew through the air for just a moment of heat and bite and sensation that told you where you were before vanishing into nothing.
Others didn't like it; they complained when a spark hit them like they'd been burned by something a lot bigger, stronger, and longer. Or they fussed and worried that something was going to catch on fire from a little dancing sparkle. She knew it was strange — there was no way around that — but the more that others complained, the more that Parvati loved them.
She loved to see them emerge in a cascade from her torch, surrounded by dozens of their kin before flying away on their ownsomes in every which direction. She loved the little bite of one hitting her arm or cheek; of knowing that she had made that miniature shooting star, and that she'd extinguished it too.
Then the Captain came along and took her into space, among the real thing, and — not for the first time — Parvati wondered what it would feel like to touch one of those bigger sparks. Would it burn out against her, or would it go the other way around?
To something the size of a star, would Parvati be just a little spark, taking a bite out of it before extinguishing herself? Part of her wanted to find out, but part of her wasn't ready to burn out just yet. Not when she still had so much left to see, and learn, and so many more machines and robots and ships to meet.
She wasn't ready to burn out yet.