Post by dj1678 on Jan 18, 2010 17:36:29 GMT -5
Having just finished dinner aboard the Lleu Llaw Gyffes, a ship with considerably better accommodation for food than the Medea class Lludd, Aurem and Arieta walked together down one of the corridors, slowly making their way off the ship. They were walking in relative silence most of the time, Arieta occasionally trying to start up a conversation. She'd used up most of her monologue topics and so most of them fell flat when Aurem didn't respond.
Outside, the weather had been good for the past couple days, but small flurries of snow were starting to make their way down from the sky, and it looked to only be getting worse from there. It wasn't very good flying weather.
"I'll bet Lieutenant Ackart hates the snow, especially while he's trying to captain a Medea." Arieta said cheerfully with her best attempt at making a joke.
Aurem smiled weakly, but quickly returned to his gloomy mood, letting the conversation die once again.
"What's wrong?" Arieta asked with a genuine look of concern on her face.
What's wrong? Aurem thought. What isn't wrong? My family is screwed up. Her family is screwed up. And I don't have the power to change any of that. I'm useless and I can't even guarantee her that if we started a family that it wouldn't be screwed up too. What kind of person would I be, to start a family on a battlefield, in the arctic no less?
Aurem contemplated telling her his thoughts. He saw the concern in her eyes and knew that he was both getting ahead of himself and didn't want to worry her.
"Nothing's wrong." Aurem said in the most reassuring voice he could muster.
Arieta wasn't convinced. "Don't give me that. I've told you before, you shouldn't bottle things up. I can tell something's bothering you. Even for you, you've been less talkative than usual. You wouldn't let me help at all during your spar with Lieutenant Ackart. You wouldn't really let me help during the last operation over the Pacific either, despite your suit being the damaged one. And you wouldn't—"
Aurem cut Arieta off and said with a little more heat than he meant to, "OK, I get it, I'm sorry. I just don't want to—" Mid-sentence Aurem turned and saw tears welling up in Arieta's eyes.
"I just wanted to help…" Arieta managed to say before turning and fleeing back down the hallway, struggling to contain herself again.
Aurem stretched out his hand toward the fleeing Arieta. "Wait… I…" A familiar memory greeted Aurem reminding him that this wasn't the first time he'd screwed up and chased Arieta away. Aurem collapsed against the wall of the corridor, his gloomy mood deepening to new depths of his own doing.
Damn it. I did it to her again. How many times will she forgive me before I lose her forever?
Outside, the weather had been good for the past couple days, but small flurries of snow were starting to make their way down from the sky, and it looked to only be getting worse from there. It wasn't very good flying weather.
"I'll bet Lieutenant Ackart hates the snow, especially while he's trying to captain a Medea." Arieta said cheerfully with her best attempt at making a joke.
Aurem smiled weakly, but quickly returned to his gloomy mood, letting the conversation die once again.
"What's wrong?" Arieta asked with a genuine look of concern on her face.
What's wrong? Aurem thought. What isn't wrong? My family is screwed up. Her family is screwed up. And I don't have the power to change any of that. I'm useless and I can't even guarantee her that if we started a family that it wouldn't be screwed up too. What kind of person would I be, to start a family on a battlefield, in the arctic no less?
Aurem contemplated telling her his thoughts. He saw the concern in her eyes and knew that he was both getting ahead of himself and didn't want to worry her.
"Nothing's wrong." Aurem said in the most reassuring voice he could muster.
Arieta wasn't convinced. "Don't give me that. I've told you before, you shouldn't bottle things up. I can tell something's bothering you. Even for you, you've been less talkative than usual. You wouldn't let me help at all during your spar with Lieutenant Ackart. You wouldn't really let me help during the last operation over the Pacific either, despite your suit being the damaged one. And you wouldn't—"
Aurem cut Arieta off and said with a little more heat than he meant to, "OK, I get it, I'm sorry. I just don't want to—" Mid-sentence Aurem turned and saw tears welling up in Arieta's eyes.
"I just wanted to help…" Arieta managed to say before turning and fleeing back down the hallway, struggling to contain herself again.
Aurem stretched out his hand toward the fleeing Arieta. "Wait… I…" A familiar memory greeted Aurem reminding him that this wasn't the first time he'd screwed up and chased Arieta away. Aurem collapsed against the wall of the corridor, his gloomy mood deepening to new depths of his own doing.
Damn it. I did it to her again. How many times will she forgive me before I lose her forever?