Jul 08, 2010 05:00
It was late. At least, it was late for the humans on board, late from a day of excitement and so much running. Romana had missed the feeling of running, of what being a solid, breathing being affected by gravity and atmospheric stress felt like. It had been refreshing, not nearly enough to remind her how to sleep. It kept her thinking and reminiscing, and she had found a nice spot to sit by herself. The swing under the console that had never been there before. She liked it quite a bit, found it so very him, and made it her temporary quiet spot, just for now. It was like she hadn't had a moment to really breathe since she returned to the universe, and now maybe she could.
[verse] toit,
[who] thatoldthatkind||eleven