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metamorphosis2011-01-19 11:58 am
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2011-01-19 11:58 am
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Title: when you wish upon a star / makes no difference who you are / anything your heart desires will come to you
Characters: Reitz I, Rovisco
Rating: G
Tri Cantina was surprisingly advanced for its age, wasn't it?
It's been two weeks since they descended the waterfalls. Rovisco stretches his fingers on one hand towards the horizon that extends without end across the bow of the ship, grimaces at the distance, and closes his eyes against the red and orange rays sneaking their way across the calm waves. His other hand's gripping the railing tightly, gloved fingers wrapping painfully around the metal tube. It's quiet enough to hear the waves gently wash against the ship, sailing smoothly and slowly with the wind. Despite this, Reitz manages to sneak up behind him and lean on the railing beside him. The stars are beginning to twinkle into existence with the receding hairline of the sun, and Rovisco spares them a look before taking notice of the large, warm line against his side.
“Think we'll live, Captain?”
“Of course.”
The two words drag out of his mouth slowly; he's hesitant to confirm or deny it, in truth, and Reitz grins sardonically when he catches Rovisco's eye.
“You don't sound too sure.”
The hand that reaches for the fading horizon cradles his face instead, and he turns it after a moment to smile at him.
“I called it a gamble for a reason, Reitz.”
The grin fades into a distant smile; Reitz turns his eyes away from the captain and up to the sky instead. The stars shine, reaching into the distance, almost taunting them
(we know where shelter is. we know how far it is. we can see it all from up here. why can't you?)
and he gives a little 'hmm' of wonder. Rovisco blinks at him, then leans back, holding onto the tailing as his only support not to fall back onto the smooth metal deck, and watches the stars as well. One shoots by, burning out of existence and disappearing into the empty space of pitch dark, and he can feel Reitz chuckling beside him.
“It's an old wives' tale that says if you wish on a falling star, your desire will come true, right?”
“I believe so.”
“Then I'll wish we get off of this godforsaken sea and onto dry land.”
Rovisco chuckles then, too; what a dreamer.
“If you tell someone your wish, it won't come true. That's also what they say, Reitz.”
“Yours is the same, right? Just don't say it and it'll work out.”
The conversation sinks into a lull, and Rovisco rights himself. His eyes train on the horizon, hard, and he pats Reitz on the shoulder.
“Get to bed, Reitz. We've another long day ahead of us.”
Reitz watches the retreating back, purses his lips, and heads below deck.
Characters: Reitz I, Rovisco
Rating: G
Tri Cantina was surprisingly advanced for its age, wasn't it?
It's been two weeks since they descended the waterfalls. Rovisco stretches his fingers on one hand towards the horizon that extends without end across the bow of the ship, grimaces at the distance, and closes his eyes against the red and orange rays sneaking their way across the calm waves. His other hand's gripping the railing tightly, gloved fingers wrapping painfully around the metal tube. It's quiet enough to hear the waves gently wash against the ship, sailing smoothly and slowly with the wind. Despite this, Reitz manages to sneak up behind him and lean on the railing beside him. The stars are beginning to twinkle into existence with the receding hairline of the sun, and Rovisco spares them a look before taking notice of the large, warm line against his side.
“Think we'll live, Captain?”
“Of course.”
The two words drag out of his mouth slowly; he's hesitant to confirm or deny it, in truth, and Reitz grins sardonically when he catches Rovisco's eye.
“You don't sound too sure.”
The hand that reaches for the fading horizon cradles his face instead, and he turns it after a moment to smile at him.
“I called it a gamble for a reason, Reitz.”
The grin fades into a distant smile; Reitz turns his eyes away from the captain and up to the sky instead. The stars shine, reaching into the distance, almost taunting them
(we know where shelter is. we know how far it is. we can see it all from up here. why can't you?)
and he gives a little 'hmm' of wonder. Rovisco blinks at him, then leans back, holding onto the tailing as his only support not to fall back onto the smooth metal deck, and watches the stars as well. One shoots by, burning out of existence and disappearing into the empty space of pitch dark, and he can feel Reitz chuckling beside him.
“It's an old wives' tale that says if you wish on a falling star, your desire will come true, right?”
“I believe so.”
“Then I'll wish we get off of this godforsaken sea and onto dry land.”
Rovisco chuckles then, too; what a dreamer.
“If you tell someone your wish, it won't come true. That's also what they say, Reitz.”
“Yours is the same, right? Just don't say it and it'll work out.”
The conversation sinks into a lull, and Rovisco rights himself. His eyes train on the horizon, hard, and he pats Reitz on the shoulder.
“Get to bed, Reitz. We've another long day ahead of us.”
Reitz watches the retreating back, purses his lips, and heads below deck.