The Sky is the Sort of gray that I want to puke on
I did one of those music/flash fiction meme's... actually this was like 2 months ago, but I am posting it now! There are all rather short, PG, and sort of sketchy...
Jim was the sort of construction that makes engineers drool and artists dream.
It’s odd to describe a body. Fat over bone encased in skin. The design aspects were there, but it lacked logic. Why waste energy pumping blood to all five toes when four would do? Why stand up when all it did was create an imperfect alignment of the back and pelvis?
They weren’t beautiful per se. They were… interesting. Fat and bone. Organic.
Maybe that’s why he didn’t love her.
Refusal was never an issue with her.
“There you are lass. I found your tool set behind the ventilator.” Scotty smiled as he handed her a cup of cocoa.
“Thank you, Mr. Scott.”
“Tis a bit uncanny how you keep losing things in my part of the ship.”
“It just feels so good to have them returned.”
*
It wasn’t that Jim didn’t want to be in a relationship.
He just didn’t want that thin little bitch romance. Passion first. It was how his father lived his life. He wondered if he regretted it in the end.
He wondered if his father would tell him to make the same choice.
Jim smirked as Scotty attempted to shift his body away from the shining lights of the rec hall to hide the erection. He followed Scotty’s gaze toward Gaila who was bent (quite provocatively) over a pool table.
And frowned. A slight hint of guilt stopped.
The girls were crying and the boys were masturbating.
And that’s the way it was.
*
Flicker of smile-just try it. Bones tries to push the voice out of his head and pulls on his science blues.
Jim is shivering on the floor of his room. He’s naked.
“Jim, your shift starts in half an hour.”
Bones wants to close his eyes at the sight. A fucking fallen angel. All tan and planes. But most of all fucked. Forsaken.
What to say?
“It’ll be okay-j.”
“She was the one Bones… and she left.”
“Kid, I know you see yourself as some sort of god on earth, but you aren’t perfect. You can’t do it all and you made your choice, so accept it.”
“You won’t leave me will you?”
“Of course not, I don’t get my pension if I leave early.”
*
“He’s bleeding out!”
An arrow in the throat, a fucking highschooler who watched E.R reruns on T.V could have seen he was bleeding out.
“Bones!” Jim’s panic cut through the haze. He was losing blood fast.
Red, like wine.
“Like the wine?” Jim had asked from the other side of the fartoosmallshitthistablewasdesignedforlegsex table.
“It’s good… smooth.”
3 glasses later…
“Jim, I hate to say this, but I think I’m drunk. I just spent the last five minutes staring at your mouth wondering if you taste like rose. Why the fuck am I wondering about how roses taste?”
“It’s rose wine? It’s 80 proof…”
“Dammit Jim! We have alpha shift tomorrow!”
*
Yesterday was sort of a shit day. Like gross. I was jittery/anxious about... well, random things. It sucked a lot. But I went to bed early and awoke to several glorious things in my inbox so yes...
Here's to hoping the coming days are better:)
Jim was the sort of construction that makes engineers drool and artists dream.
It’s odd to describe a body. Fat over bone encased in skin. The design aspects were there, but it lacked logic. Why waste energy pumping blood to all five toes when four would do? Why stand up when all it did was create an imperfect alignment of the back and pelvis?
They weren’t beautiful per se. They were… interesting. Fat and bone. Organic.
Maybe that’s why he didn’t love her.
Refusal was never an issue with her.
“There you are lass. I found your tool set behind the ventilator.” Scotty smiled as he handed her a cup of cocoa.
“Thank you, Mr. Scott.”
“Tis a bit uncanny how you keep losing things in my part of the ship.”
“It just feels so good to have them returned.”
*
It wasn’t that Jim didn’t want to be in a relationship.
He just didn’t want that thin little bitch romance. Passion first. It was how his father lived his life. He wondered if he regretted it in the end.
He wondered if his father would tell him to make the same choice.
Jim smirked as Scotty attempted to shift his body away from the shining lights of the rec hall to hide the erection. He followed Scotty’s gaze toward Gaila who was bent (quite provocatively) over a pool table.
And frowned. A slight hint of guilt stopped.
The girls were crying and the boys were masturbating.
And that’s the way it was.
*
Flicker of smile-just try it. Bones tries to push the voice out of his head and pulls on his science blues.
Jim is shivering on the floor of his room. He’s naked.
“Jim, your shift starts in half an hour.”
Bones wants to close his eyes at the sight. A fucking fallen angel. All tan and planes. But most of all fucked. Forsaken.
What to say?
“It’ll be okay-j.”
“She was the one Bones… and she left.”
“Kid, I know you see yourself as some sort of god on earth, but you aren’t perfect. You can’t do it all and you made your choice, so accept it.”
“You won’t leave me will you?”
“Of course not, I don’t get my pension if I leave early.”
*
“He’s bleeding out!”
An arrow in the throat, a fucking highschooler who watched E.R reruns on T.V could have seen he was bleeding out.
“Bones!” Jim’s panic cut through the haze. He was losing blood fast.
Red, like wine.
“Like the wine?” Jim had asked from the other side of the fartoosmallshitthistablewasdesignedforlegsex table.
“It’s good… smooth.”
3 glasses later…
“Jim, I hate to say this, but I think I’m drunk. I just spent the last five minutes staring at your mouth wondering if you taste like rose. Why the fuck am I wondering about how roses taste?”
“It’s rose wine? It’s 80 proof…”
“Dammit Jim! We have alpha shift tomorrow!”
*
Yesterday was sort of a shit day. Like gross. I was jittery/anxious about... well, random things. It sucked a lot. But I went to bed early and awoke to several glorious things in my inbox so yes...
Here's to hoping the coming days are better:)