Post by kuriboh on Nov 13, 2009 23:58:33 GMT -5
Florian wasn't quite sure how he felt anymore. There was, on one hand, a sort of thrill seeing space up close, and no longer framed by the barren silver lunar landscape, and the strange and wonderful sensation of feeling other pressures.
On the other hand, his recent spat of headaches weren't encouraging. Neither was Siobhan's absence. Banks had mentioned she'd be here, but although he looked high and low, Florian could not find her.
He was supposed to oversee the full lockdown of the derelict colony, but the marines had that well in hand, it seemed, for within an hour of their arrival, the young Newtype had received reports of success. He'd wondered, briefly, if he should have contacted the closest friendly outpost for backup to effect repairs on the colony, but he'd had no such orders, so he didn't. Again, it seemed as though the marines knew what they were doing, locating and securing temporary quarters for all aboard. It was here that Florian now found himself, exhausted and oddly heavy after the last week.
He flopped onto his bed, aware that he was still dressed. He'd clean up when he woke.
~~
Most would find bright white lights off-putting, but somehow, they felt comforting, as did the voice in his ear. He didn't know who's it was. The face was a muddle. He tried to reach out but couldn't move. A hand on his face, and he was very very calm.
~~
Green eyes opened lazily. The first thing Florian noticed was that he was not in the same condition he'd been in upon sleeping. For one, he was under the sheets. A shift of his leg told him that his boots had been removed, and the scratchy feeling of the blankets on his arms meant his jacket was gone too.
There was a pressure around his waist, and for a brief second he felt a panic building in him, but upon a look, it proved to only be an arm...
Wait.
He rolled over, his shoulder brushing against something soft and warm as he did so. The arm around his waist shifted as the body it was attached to settled again. Florian found himself facing a pretty face , framed with a mess of blond hair.
He suppressed a gasp of delight, settling, instead of running his small fingers through Siobhan's hair to settle it. Bedhead was not flattering.
His touches were gentle, but still enough to rouse her, and Florian's face broke out into a big fat smile as Siobhan's blue eyes blinked owlishly, dispelling the last remnants of sleep. But soon, she was smiling, too.
"Hello, Florian."
He threw his arms around her, content to have her pressure so near his once again.
On the other hand, his recent spat of headaches weren't encouraging. Neither was Siobhan's absence. Banks had mentioned she'd be here, but although he looked high and low, Florian could not find her.
He was supposed to oversee the full lockdown of the derelict colony, but the marines had that well in hand, it seemed, for within an hour of their arrival, the young Newtype had received reports of success. He'd wondered, briefly, if he should have contacted the closest friendly outpost for backup to effect repairs on the colony, but he'd had no such orders, so he didn't. Again, it seemed as though the marines knew what they were doing, locating and securing temporary quarters for all aboard. It was here that Florian now found himself, exhausted and oddly heavy after the last week.
He flopped onto his bed, aware that he was still dressed. He'd clean up when he woke.
~~
Most would find bright white lights off-putting, but somehow, they felt comforting, as did the voice in his ear. He didn't know who's it was. The face was a muddle. He tried to reach out but couldn't move. A hand on his face, and he was very very calm.
~~
Green eyes opened lazily. The first thing Florian noticed was that he was not in the same condition he'd been in upon sleeping. For one, he was under the sheets. A shift of his leg told him that his boots had been removed, and the scratchy feeling of the blankets on his arms meant his jacket was gone too.
There was a pressure around his waist, and for a brief second he felt a panic building in him, but upon a look, it proved to only be an arm...
Wait.
He rolled over, his shoulder brushing against something soft and warm as he did so. The arm around his waist shifted as the body it was attached to settled again. Florian found himself facing a pretty face , framed with a mess of blond hair.
He suppressed a gasp of delight, settling, instead of running his small fingers through Siobhan's hair to settle it. Bedhead was not flattering.
His touches were gentle, but still enough to rouse her, and Florian's face broke out into a big fat smile as Siobhan's blue eyes blinked owlishly, dispelling the last remnants of sleep. But soon, she was smiling, too.
"Hello, Florian."
He threw his arms around her, content to have her pressure so near his once again.