- AUTHOR: Starchild
- TITLE: Chill
- CATEGORY: Romance
- RATING: PG
- SUMMARY: Trinity POV, pre-movie. Romantic angst, marked by the pointed /absence/ of romance. (Is that a category itself?)
- AUTHOR’S NOTES:
- Judging by how crew members of Zion’s fleet dress on board, and by Cypher’s complaint on the phone with Trinity, it must be pretty cold in there. And my vision here seems to fit with Trinity’s character, especially before she found Neo. A tentative stab at characterization.
- I feel I should clarify: this is a one-shot. I don’t have anything more! *chagrined* It’s just a portrait, pre-Matrix, not strictly a story. Thanks to (so far) maxa777, xeia, and Protectress of Dalidon for thoughtful and encouraging feedback. :)
- Feedback: bring it on. In particular, I feel I walk a fine line between implying all that Neo means (eventually) to Trinity, and saying she’s incomplete without and thus dependent on him. Which is /definitely/ not what I mean. What do you think?
- DISCLAIMER: Trinity, Morpheus, the Oracle, the Nebuchadnezzar, and the One are the creation and property of the Wachowskis. I am borrowing them without permission but with ample good intentions.
Her constant, relentless tormentor – from the moment she woke to excruciatingly bright lights overhead and a terrifying weakness throughout her body and Morpheus’s comforting palm on her forehead – was the cold. Its sly fingers creeping through her skin, deep into her, were her reception on being introduced to reality. When she had first woken to find herself lying on the operation table on the Neb, wires running across and through her, she had shuddered helplessly, turned her head aside and whispered fretfully, Cold. She heard Morpheus’s deep, soothing voice and a moment later, heat had knotted at the points on her body here wires were hooked up, and blessed warmth spread slowly through her, and she had calmed and slept.