Lee was too frakking tired to play referee to Kara and Kat, his two best pilots, who were pushing the limits of their physical and psychological endurance and just itching to start a fight. Eventually, he figured, they'd both throw punches and end up in the brig. For now, he just had to keep them apart.
One week, for the hell of it, Lee decides to chart Kara’s moods on the back flap of his flight evaluation folder. After three days he stares at the jagged, madcap squiggle and wonders if his calculus is remotely good enough to write an equation for these curves. The next day he catches the line of her arm and the joint of her shoulder in the corner of his eye and turns sharply away. He really ought to abandon mathematics.
Lee watches the fin of her viper float past, nearly scraping his canopy. He can't even bare to think he name yet. Maybe never. He stares, unblinking until his vision has been totally obscured by tears, and he's unsafe to fly. Blinking rapidly, he doesn't remember anything but whispering, "Kara," as he pulls away.
Comments 117
Lee was too frakking tired to play referee to Kara and Kat, his two best pilots, who were pushing the limits of their physical and psychological endurance and just itching to start a fight. Eventually, he figured, they'd both throw punches and end up in the brig. For now, he just had to keep them apart.
Reply
Reply
Some days Lee thinks he was never young; other days he thinks he’s never been anything else.
Reply
Graph
One week, for the hell of it, Lee decides to chart Kara’s moods on the back flap of his flight evaluation folder. After three days he stares at the jagged, madcap squiggle and wonders if his calculus is remotely good enough to write an equation for these curves. The next day he catches the line of her arm and the joint of her shoulder in the corner of his eye and turns sharply away. He really ought to abandon mathematics.
Reply
Reply
Reply
*hugs back atcha*
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment