Snippet # 20
Sep. 8th, 2003 12:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gilascaveDuo Maxwell
The sky is dark.
Of course, it's always dark. Out in space there is no single star bright enough to provide much light, and anyhow there's no atmosphere to occlude it, turning it into blues and reds and whatever else it can.
He knows it isn't poetry to realise that expanse outside the windows is dark, and that it will always and forever be. He's spent more of his life in space than not, and his child's brain was wired to accept it as normal before he could even speak.
But it's dark now and he hates it.
He isn't drunk enough to get truly poetic, but there are things about sunlight that make him smile. Memories of people and places and things, all cast in sunlight and grounded by natural gravity, fed by fresh air and...
He knows why he hates it. The dark sky of space encloses him, and holds him away from Heero. And even if the reality of Heero was as little like his memories and dreams of him, then the reaches of space ensure that he will never find out if there was ever more.
He's trapped here, in his life and his future and his space station-world, and the darkness closes in, squeezing the memories tighter.
The sky is dark.
Of course, it's always dark. Out in space there is no single star bright enough to provide much light, and anyhow there's no atmosphere to occlude it, turning it into blues and reds and whatever else it can.
He knows it isn't poetry to realise that expanse outside the windows is dark, and that it will always and forever be. He's spent more of his life in space than not, and his child's brain was wired to accept it as normal before he could even speak.
But it's dark now and he hates it.
He isn't drunk enough to get truly poetic, but there are things about sunlight that make him smile. Memories of people and places and things, all cast in sunlight and grounded by natural gravity, fed by fresh air and...
He knows why he hates it. The dark sky of space encloses him, and holds him away from Heero. And even if the reality of Heero was as little like his memories and dreams of him, then the reaches of space ensure that he will never find out if there was ever more.
He's trapped here, in his life and his future and his space station-world, and the darkness closes in, squeezing the memories tighter.