Jan 25, 2011 17:28
There's something satisfying about it. It's not a big bonfire, not particularly big at all in its pit lined with stones, but it throws off enough heat to make him sweat, and it sends up smoke towards the sky. The sky is blue, a peculiar sort of aching blue. Looking up at it for too long sort of hurts so he looks down instead, takes a swig of the jar beside him, feeds more driftwood into the blaze.
One of the things that Jim Kirk did when he was a kid was learn to set fires.
His husband has been gone for two days and Jim's barely slept. He's all but ripped the guts out of the house that they shared. There's no mattress on the bed. There are bare shelves and books piled in the middle of the room. The clothes, he's left hanging. He can't bear to throw away anything that still smells of Reid.
He should have known better than to fall in love in the first place.
In his hand, he's holding a little wooden model of the Enterprise. He made it while they were dating; he gave it to Reid like a promise.
He hesitates for a split second and then he flips it into the fire. He closes his eyes, tears climping in his eyelashes and he doesn't watch it burn.
James T. Kirk fell in love twice in his life. Once with the Enterprise and once with Spencer Reid.
Just like that, both of them are gone.
ooc: Spencer Reid has officially left the island. Find Jim anywhere on the beach that suits your pup. Not a bad time to meet him.
james t. kirk,
claudia donovan,
dr. leonard mccoy,
uhura,
saffron,
nicolette grant