Temar. (Night. NVC - Day 2)
Night on this planet wrapped like cool fingers, dropped everything to a chill and calmed the stars, drew them throught the harsh sky. Nero hadn't seen night, not so familiar, in longer than he could remember. The stars were wrong, distant and close in uneven measure.
He stayed silent as he watched, peered through the half-perceptible glow of the field. Ayel had found sleep, comfortable as he could be in a cell. He slept harder when they were together. They wouldn't be parted again.
The Vulcans stirred in the dark, moved and shifted with restless silence. They were more live beneath the dark sky, ghosts all of them. They tasted old; he refused to watch them in the shade.
He stayed silent as he watched, peered through the half-perceptible glow of the field. Ayel had found sleep, comfortable as he could be in a cell. He slept harder when they were together. They wouldn't be parted again.
The Vulcans stirred in the dark, moved and shifted with restless silence. They were more live beneath the dark sky, ghosts all of them. They tasted old; he refused to watch them in the shade.