Leave my door open just a crack
Name(s): James Kirk, Spock, Bones?
Location: The rooftops~
Week: 47
Time: Wednesday night/eaarly Thursday morning
Rating: G? PG for language, maybe.
There was bite in the air that signalled snow would arrive any day now, but tonight the sky was clear. After all the rain the air was clean and the stars could be seen
Jim had never paid too much attention to the stars before. Astronomy hadn't really leapt out at him, and though he did visit the North Tower (highest point on the school and the location for Astronomy classes) on a regular basis, it was never to do any stargazing.
But he was making up for lost time tonight, sitting up on the east tower. Last week's memories were fresh in his mind, though the other memories- the ones of his life up there in the stars- they were beginning to feel hazy.
Jim had never been one for existentialism or moping around- if he had a problem he did something about it and that was it. But waking up on Monday morning his first feeling had been an immeasurable disappointment that no, starships didn't exist and no, that wasn't his life.
As much as he would have liked it to be.
You feel like you were meant for something better? Something special.
In the back of his mind Jim had always told himself that this wasn't his life. This wasn't the part where he found something that was worth doing and poured himself into it. This wasn't the part where he lived up to his dad and became someone worth of being called a Kirk. There was something out there that once he'd found...
The other him had found it.
A shooting star caught his eye, and he wondered just what there was down here for him.
Location: The rooftops~
Week: 47
Time: Wednesday night/eaarly Thursday morning
Rating: G? PG for language, maybe.
There was bite in the air that signalled snow would arrive any day now, but tonight the sky was clear. After all the rain the air was clean and the stars could be seen
Jim had never paid too much attention to the stars before. Astronomy hadn't really leapt out at him, and though he did visit the North Tower (highest point on the school and the location for Astronomy classes) on a regular basis, it was never to do any stargazing.
But he was making up for lost time tonight, sitting up on the east tower. Last week's memories were fresh in his mind, though the other memories- the ones of his life up there in the stars- they were beginning to feel hazy.
Jim had never been one for existentialism or moping around- if he had a problem he did something about it and that was it. But waking up on Monday morning his first feeling had been an immeasurable disappointment that no, starships didn't exist and no, that wasn't his life.
As much as he would have liked it to be.
You feel like you were meant for something better? Something special.
In the back of his mind Jim had always told himself that this wasn't his life. This wasn't the part where he found something that was worth doing and poured himself into it. This wasn't the part where he lived up to his dad and became someone worth of being called a Kirk. There was something out there that once he'd found...
The other him had found it.
A shooting star caught his eye, and he wondered just what there was down here for him.