#alan/lora

[expositionfairy]

So for now dear, au revoir, ma belle...but I vow, dear, not farewell

Happy Valentines Day from Hyperlexia, Tronblr!   Have a bittersweet fluffy Alan/Lora ficlet.

(Lyrics quoted are from this song, courtesy of Vangelis's amazing Blade Runner OST)

One More Kiss, Dear

One more kiss, dear...one more sigh Only this, dear, is goodbye... For our love is such pain and such pleasure That I'll treasure 'til I die... They're dancing together in the living room, pressed close against one another, the Blade Runner soundtrack playing softly on the hi-fi stereo system.  There was a time when Kevin Flynn would have laughed at them for such a "nerdy" choice of music for a romantic evening, but Flynn's not here now--and for once, that fact is the last thing on their minds.  Tonight belongs strictly to the two of them. "You're sure you're okay with this...?" Lora murmurs against Alan's cheek. "I'm as sure as I was the last twenty times you asked," he replies, swaying slowly with the music. "I mean it, Alan...just say the word, and I'll tell them no.  I'll stay right here, there are positions in-state I can try for, Lawrence-Livermore still has that collider technician spot on offer..." "And every single one of them is beneath your level."  He looks down at her, smiling, and brushes his fingers over her cheek.  "Besides.  I can't think of a better place for you than our nation's capital.  They need minds like yours, there." Just as every autumn, leaves fall from the trees, Tumble to the ground and die So in the springtime, like sweet memories, They will return, as will I Lora blushes faintly and grins, spinning him deftly around the end of the glass coffee table in the center of the room.  "Flattery will get you everywhere.  But America can go to hell, for all I care, it's you I'm worried about.  I hate the thought of leaving you alone." "I'm a big boy, Lora.  I can take a few months' separation a year," he assures her, and does an excellent job of sounding as if he means it.  "What I can't take is the thought of you squandering your potential for me."  Despite her best efforts, Lora feels her eyes welling up with tears.  "Alan..." Alan sees the shine in her eyes, and he'll have none of it.  He leans down and kisses her, long and fully, pulling her close again. "We'll make it work," he whispers when they come up for air, and smiles.  "We're both geniuses, after all." Like the sun, dear, up on high We'll return, dear, to the sky And we'll banish the pain and the sorrow Until tomorrow...goodbye

[cameron-mckell]

Texture

(For Tron Fanworks Month - Fluff week. Technically a continuation of my work 'Living Analogues', but can easily stand alone. Subcategories would be: Headcanons, Downtime, Neglected Characters (I guess?). Pretty short, but hopefully acceptable.)

“What do you think of the texture?”

Tron glanced up to register the poorly-suppressed amusement on Lora's face, then resumed his examination; the animal standing between the two of them – a 'sheep' – swiveled its ears about when she spoke, but otherwise persisted in satisfying its energy intake requirements.

“No comparison data,” he replied distractedly, still running one hand through the soft, rounded, extremely detail-dense texture covering the sheep's body. The black of his gloves was a stark color contrast half-buried as it was in the off-white fluff, so he leaned in to observe the comparison more accurately.

“Use your words, dear,” Lora chortled, plunging her hand in beside his, then closing it around a small portion in a loose fist. As the sheep did not seem bothered by the action, Tron imitated it, then reached out with his free hand to contrast the body texture with the texture of one long ear. He disengaged from the animal immediately when it suddenly shook its head, then shifted toward Lora and into a defensive stance. Instead of facilitating Tron's efforts at protection against the sheep he'd – inadvisably, on later review – marked as a non-threat, Lora freely laughed at him, then leaned in to scratch at the ear he'd been examining.

“Relax, Tron; everything's fine. You just tickled her, that's all.” Still skeptical, Tron watched Lora and the sheep, still wary about her safety despite her attempts to demonstrate the gentility and harmlessness of the animal. He registered Alan's approach peripherally as Lora was playfully attempting to 'smooch' the sheep, which was attempting to reach around her for its food.

Alan looked from Lora and the sheep, to Tron, then smirked slightly; Tron looked at him curiously, in time to see him wink at him, then gasp loudly.

“Darling, how could you?” Hands still holding the sheep's head, Lora looked up immediately at the tone in Alan's voice, then snickered softly as he clasped his hands to his chest. “I thought we were in love!”

“Oh Alan!” Tron took three steps away hastily as Lora stepped away from the sheep, and threw her arms around his neck. “I was a fool! There's no one else for me; I love you. Will you ever forgive me?”

Alan glanced over at Tron with a look he couldn't immediately decipher and filed away for later review, then turned his attention back to Lora, and grabbed her with atypical roughness; she gasped loudly at the contact, a response out of proportion with the action and Lora's documented self-reliance – the closest referential information he had was... 'overexaggerated'. Finally understanding, Alan took his small smile as a cue, and dipped Lora.

“For you, darling, I can do anything,” he proclaimed loudly, then bent down to kiss her.

Tron looked away to give them a moment of privacy, to the sheep he was once again standing next to. It was still chewing on a small portion of vegetation, but now seemed more interested in things other than food, like Tron's jacket zipper. Gently turning the sheep's face away from the borrowed clothing that he was currently responsible for morphed into petting through the fluff – fur? - again, then additional evaluation.

“So, Tron,” Alan asked when his focus had shifted to the sheep's neck, lightly resting one hand on his shoulder. “What do you think of the sheep?” Both his and Lora's faces had shifted hues toward red, and Tron smiled at the sight, before processing the question again.

The data requirements for the level of density and color variation on the sheep, separate from texture, would be a virus-level drain on the system if it served no or little purpose, as it appeared to here. The addition of texture would necessitate an upgrade by the Users, or at minimum preparation for frequent system crashes.

It was excessive.

Tron peeked over at his Users, who were still holding hands after their earlier display.

Excessive seemed appropriate, for the User world.

“It is soft,” he finally concluded, then moved away from the sheep toward the pair.

Alan and Lora shared a look, then smiled.

“If you think that's soft,” Alan said eventually, then nodded back over his shoulder. “Wait 'till we get to the rabbit exhibit.”