Jim Kirk (
pursuedthestars) wrote2015-04-09 10:54 am
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Entry tags:
Iowa | Thursday FT
Iowa was boring. It was really, really boring and it was starting to eat away at Jim's psyche. He felt like he'd done everything, seen everything, knew everyone and it was boring. He didn't know how much more stagnation he could take. The urge to do something, anything, was growing in his belly, hot and fierce and strong.
Jim kept ignoring it because he knew (he knew) what he might end up doing. He ignored it to drink and to date and to walk and drive and fight. But, it was still there. Still waiting and Jim knew he wasn't going to be able to ignore it for much longer before he gave in.
It was dark tonight, warm and sticky. Jim's feet were stretched out in front of him, dirt gathering on his boots. Inside, Frank was watching something loud on the television and his mother was off somewhere, doing her thing. It was just him and the vast openness in front of him.
He sighed and tapped the porch with his fingers, watching streaks of light brighten the night sky before it sunk back into its darkness. Those people were doing something. Something good, something new and something that wasn't sitting on a damn porch on a Thursday night.
God, he sucked.
[NFB but open for usual things]
Jim kept ignoring it because he knew (he knew) what he might end up doing. He ignored it to drink and to date and to walk and drive and fight. But, it was still there. Still waiting and Jim knew he wasn't going to be able to ignore it for much longer before he gave in.
It was dark tonight, warm and sticky. Jim's feet were stretched out in front of him, dirt gathering on his boots. Inside, Frank was watching something loud on the television and his mother was off somewhere, doing her thing. It was just him and the vast openness in front of him.
He sighed and tapped the porch with his fingers, watching streaks of light brighten the night sky before it sunk back into its darkness. Those people were doing something. Something good, something new and something that wasn't sitting on a damn porch on a Thursday night.
God, he sucked.
[NFB but open for usual things]
no subject
no subject
no subject
That was an honest answer, whether he'd expected one or not. Peter wouldn't fall apart entirely, no, but there would be cracks.
no subject
He sighed and glanced up at the sky and the stars for a second or two.
"How's school going, then?"
no subject
And she didn't mind those things too much, either. She'd kind of expected them, if she was honest.
no subject
no subject
They had subspace travel and all kinds of weird and wacky things.
"A letter of recommendation from Peter was a part of how I even got in when I did. Because I started in the middle of the year and I'm missing some of the academic credentials I should've had before entering university."
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
She quieted down for a moment, looking up, her head against his shoulder. Her fingers rubbed his wrist absently. She enjoyed having him close.
"What do you see?" she asked, quietly. "When you look up, what do you see?"
no subject
no subject
She wasn't sure why she was asking.
But, she was.
no subject
"Not really," he replied after a spell. "I see a way to escape. To get swallowed up and never come back to the ground."
no subject
She knew that had to do with the circumstances of how she'd ended up there. But it had been a pretty vividly unpleasant experience for her.
"But from down here, even after that... It looks like so much possibility."
no subject
no subject
There was a lot she didn't know.
no subject
no subject
She'd met her mother but still felt like she knew more about his father instead.
no subject
no subject
That, or exile.
no subject
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)