a reflection of me
who: river and...someone she hasn't met yet? ( maybe a certain bleached blonde vampire? )
when: night, Sep. 21
where: the gazebo. river likes nature.
rating: depends. but probably a low pg/pg-13
status: incomplete
It's strange, the way the sky looks at night from so low. In space the stars are within reach. So close River could touch them if she reached out. Here they form patterns of heroism and metaphorical creatures, a constantly rotating pattern.
River drew her own lines, outside, in the cold of the night before winter. She was atop the gazebo, sitting on its roof with chalk in hand, drawing the mirror of the stars just like they mirrored themselves in the lake.
"Map of celestial navigation," she spoke clearly, her voice too loud against the ambiance of crickets and false dawn. "Have to calculate distance and density of their formations. The foundations of stars; gravitational pull keeps them floating in the emptiness -- alter any one of them and the void collapses."
when: night, Sep. 21
where: the gazebo. river likes nature.
rating: depends. but probably a low pg/pg-13
status: incomplete
It's strange, the way the sky looks at night from so low. In space the stars are within reach. So close River could touch them if she reached out. Here they form patterns of heroism and metaphorical creatures, a constantly rotating pattern.
River drew her own lines, outside, in the cold of the night before winter. She was atop the gazebo, sitting on its roof with chalk in hand, drawing the mirror of the stars just like they mirrored themselves in the lake.
"Map of celestial navigation," she spoke clearly, her voice too loud against the ambiance of crickets and false dawn. "Have to calculate distance and density of their formations. The foundations of stars; gravitational pull keeps them floating in the emptiness -- alter any one of them and the void collapses."