Looking down at the Stars
Looking down at Stars
Pairing: Jonas/Ryan
Rating: G
Genre: Romance
Summary: A view up at planet Earth...
'я бы все равно выбрал тебя, сколько бы раз мне пришлось выбирать'
Navigation
Bright and crowded, decorated, pins and badges, words in bold and in colour, skirts, trousers, shirts and buttons, uniforms, bags with frills, static music in headphones and noise, loud, so loud and framed by white walls, lined with lockers, doors, windows, numbers, people-
‘Hey,’ interrupts a voice and Jonas stumbles, startled out of his daze. He recognises the owner of the voice as Ryan who in turn gives him a strange look before moving closer and asking ‘you lost?’
Jonas gives him small nod and watches with mild fascination as the boy smiles, soft sound of amusement audible despite the busy atmosphere.
‘D’you know what lesson you have next?’ he asks and nervously, Jonas smiles back.
Starboard
It’s chilly and Ryan’s complaining, displeased with the cool morning air and large puddles that remain as a reminder of last night’s storm. And listening to the colourful description of Ryan’s discontent, Jonas decides to withhold his own, rather positive thoughts on the temperature of the atmosphere.
‘Australia seems like a good place to migrate to,’ contemplates Ryan, seeming pleased with his own conclusion.
‘Massive cockroaches,’ points out Jonas, speaking from the experience of a two hour lecture from Mark’s father, a world renowned entomologist and an avid golf player on the weekends.
‘No one asked you to move with me,’ snaps back Ryan and looking over, Jonas observes a lazy smile on his lips, an indication that he’s probably joking. Probably.
So Jonas decides to play along.
‘You think large bugs appeal to me enough to consider moving with you?’ he asks, giving Ryan a wide eyed look before continuing, ‘Why Ryan, I thought you were aware of my deep love for celestial bodies and fixed luminous points in the night sky. Where do cockroaches fit into that?’
Ryan frowns; mouth opening to deliver a witty retort but Jonas interrupts him, roughly moving Ryan to the side before a wave of water hits him, liquid cold sliding down his skin, clothes and pooling in his shoes. There’s a lapse in action as they watch the car drive away, droplets of grounded rain gravitating down Jonas’s face and Jonas’s hands and Jonas is soaked.
So without further ado, Ryan answers ‘Same place as your deep love for me, apparently’.
Polaris
It’s hot, so hot that he wishes he could peel the skin off of himself. He has been hiding in the car, sprawled on the backseat but over the hours, nature’s various calls have become hard to resist. So he gets up, thankful for the wide open doors and covers his eyes from the red hue of the setting sun, moving half blind towards the collective of laughter.
And watching Mark slap together a hamburger, his stomach gives a lurch, making him wonder if he could just crawl back to the Jeep. After all, urinating in Mark’s car would both solve his problem and serve as retribution for the appetite ruining feast. His musings however are halted as his eyes meet Jonas’s, the man’s lips assuming a soft curve, hand beckoning for him to join the fun.
So he sits down and squinting, watches the meat patty fall to the ground, the introduction of conflict in the drama of Mark handing a burger to Michael. A loud argument breaks out as a result, the pitch of Michael’s voice rising by a few notches, a strange contrast to the deep rumble of Mark’s laugh.
But then Jonas points up to the sky.
‘Look,’ he says and he looks, oddly surprised by the sight above him.
He sees stars; millions of them visible in a sky still lit by the waning sun. It looks like a blanket of gradient colours and upon it, sprinkled unevenly, lie diamonds.
‘That is Ursa Major, the big Dipper.’ Jonas informs him, excitement evident in his voice and moving his finger, he points to another star, ‘And that, is Polaris, the star that guides the lost back home.’
‘Thought the Northern Star was meant to be the brightest star,’ says Mark.
‘It’s not, but it is about six thousand times brighter than our Sun,’ says Jonas, sounding proud of the fact.
‘But the axis of Earth’s rotation will shift over the years,’ Ryan points out, reciting the fact from the memory of a casual comment made by the Physics teacher, ‘and Polaris will no longer be the Pole Star.
‘Yeah,’ agrees Jonas, ‘but you don’t have to worry about that for at least another thousand years.’
Each of these tiny stories covers only a fraction of the time spent between Ryan and Jonas, shows very little of how they interact but the point in each and every one of them is that Jonas loves Ryan, a lot.
And I guess Ryan kinda, maybe loves Jonas :P
I don't know if I've conveyed Ryan's personality well, or the reason that I find him fascinating and wonderful but I really, really love the character that yintian created.
'Navigation' was written with an idea of chaos, so I used a slightly different style for it. It's set around the first week of them knowing each other; Jonas is the new kid at school and Ryan is...bored.
The whole thing is meant to read like road leading home.
Pairing: Jonas/Ryan
Rating: G
Genre: Romance
Summary: A view up at planet Earth...
'я бы все равно выбрал тебя, сколько бы раз мне пришлось выбирать'
Navigation
Bright and crowded, decorated, pins and badges, words in bold and in colour, skirts, trousers, shirts and buttons, uniforms, bags with frills, static music in headphones and noise, loud, so loud and framed by white walls, lined with lockers, doors, windows, numbers, people-
‘Hey,’ interrupts a voice and Jonas stumbles, startled out of his daze. He recognises the owner of the voice as Ryan who in turn gives him a strange look before moving closer and asking ‘you lost?’
Jonas gives him small nod and watches with mild fascination as the boy smiles, soft sound of amusement audible despite the busy atmosphere.
‘D’you know what lesson you have next?’ he asks and nervously, Jonas smiles back.
Starboard
It’s chilly and Ryan’s complaining, displeased with the cool morning air and large puddles that remain as a reminder of last night’s storm. And listening to the colourful description of Ryan’s discontent, Jonas decides to withhold his own, rather positive thoughts on the temperature of the atmosphere.
‘Australia seems like a good place to migrate to,’ contemplates Ryan, seeming pleased with his own conclusion.
‘Massive cockroaches,’ points out Jonas, speaking from the experience of a two hour lecture from Mark’s father, a world renowned entomologist and an avid golf player on the weekends.
‘No one asked you to move with me,’ snaps back Ryan and looking over, Jonas observes a lazy smile on his lips, an indication that he’s probably joking. Probably.
So Jonas decides to play along.
‘You think large bugs appeal to me enough to consider moving with you?’ he asks, giving Ryan a wide eyed look before continuing, ‘Why Ryan, I thought you were aware of my deep love for celestial bodies and fixed luminous points in the night sky. Where do cockroaches fit into that?’
Ryan frowns; mouth opening to deliver a witty retort but Jonas interrupts him, roughly moving Ryan to the side before a wave of water hits him, liquid cold sliding down his skin, clothes and pooling in his shoes. There’s a lapse in action as they watch the car drive away, droplets of grounded rain gravitating down Jonas’s face and Jonas’s hands and Jonas is soaked.
So without further ado, Ryan answers ‘Same place as your deep love for me, apparently’.
Polaris
It’s hot, so hot that he wishes he could peel the skin off of himself. He has been hiding in the car, sprawled on the backseat but over the hours, nature’s various calls have become hard to resist. So he gets up, thankful for the wide open doors and covers his eyes from the red hue of the setting sun, moving half blind towards the collective of laughter.
And watching Mark slap together a hamburger, his stomach gives a lurch, making him wonder if he could just crawl back to the Jeep. After all, urinating in Mark’s car would both solve his problem and serve as retribution for the appetite ruining feast. His musings however are halted as his eyes meet Jonas’s, the man’s lips assuming a soft curve, hand beckoning for him to join the fun.
So he sits down and squinting, watches the meat patty fall to the ground, the introduction of conflict in the drama of Mark handing a burger to Michael. A loud argument breaks out as a result, the pitch of Michael’s voice rising by a few notches, a strange contrast to the deep rumble of Mark’s laugh.
But then Jonas points up to the sky.
‘Look,’ he says and he looks, oddly surprised by the sight above him.
He sees stars; millions of them visible in a sky still lit by the waning sun. It looks like a blanket of gradient colours and upon it, sprinkled unevenly, lie diamonds.
‘That is Ursa Major, the big Dipper.’ Jonas informs him, excitement evident in his voice and moving his finger, he points to another star, ‘And that, is Polaris, the star that guides the lost back home.’
‘Thought the Northern Star was meant to be the brightest star,’ says Mark.
‘It’s not, but it is about six thousand times brighter than our Sun,’ says Jonas, sounding proud of the fact.
‘But the axis of Earth’s rotation will shift over the years,’ Ryan points out, reciting the fact from the memory of a casual comment made by the Physics teacher, ‘and Polaris will no longer be the Pole Star.
‘Yeah,’ agrees Jonas, ‘but you don’t have to worry about that for at least another thousand years.’
Each of these tiny stories covers only a fraction of the time spent between Ryan and Jonas, shows very little of how they interact but the point in each and every one of them is that Jonas loves Ryan, a lot.
And I guess Ryan kinda, maybe loves Jonas :P
I don't know if I've conveyed Ryan's personality well, or the reason that I find him fascinating and wonderful but I really, really love the character that yintian created.
'Navigation' was written with an idea of chaos, so I used a slightly different style for it. It's set around the first week of them knowing each other; Jonas is the new kid at school and Ryan is...bored.
The whole thing is meant to read like road leading home.