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it's no use crying over split milk
Mar. 20th, 2014 11:04 amWhile Faye heard about the apartment explosion in Ocean View some months ago, she still feels an initial wave of surprise when she hears that Jim has moved out of the urban setting and into a bonafide house.
Granted, the shock doesn't last long. There's something about his enthusiasm that Faye thinks would play out nicely in a house, where the main goal is to make a comfortable living space for a family. With all the devotion that Jim's shown over a crew that isn't even present in Darrow, a house makes the most sense for him while he's still caught in the city. The slightly more domestic alternative to the giant ship Kirk had in the sky.
She waits outside of the construction area, relaxing her shoulders so that she gives off less of the air that she's been waiting for him. Even though that's exactly what she's been doing.
Laid out on top of the ship's modest hull, Faye lets the cigarette smoke pass gently between her teeth, rising up into the air. If she glances up at the sky enough, she can forget, for brief patches of time, that there's an invisible cage lining the top. Sooner or later, she'll face that challenge directly.
It just requires some due diligence.
The sound of approaching footsteps has Faye glancing to the side, arching a brow as the cigarette remains neatly held between her lips. "I met him, you know. Spock," she says.
Granted, the shock doesn't last long. There's something about his enthusiasm that Faye thinks would play out nicely in a house, where the main goal is to make a comfortable living space for a family. With all the devotion that Jim's shown over a crew that isn't even present in Darrow, a house makes the most sense for him while he's still caught in the city. The slightly more domestic alternative to the giant ship Kirk had in the sky.
She waits outside of the construction area, relaxing her shoulders so that she gives off less of the air that she's been waiting for him. Even though that's exactly what she's been doing.
Laid out on top of the ship's modest hull, Faye lets the cigarette smoke pass gently between her teeth, rising up into the air. If she glances up at the sky enough, she can forget, for brief patches of time, that there's an invisible cage lining the top. Sooner or later, she'll face that challenge directly.
It just requires some due diligence.
The sound of approaching footsteps has Faye glancing to the side, arching a brow as the cigarette remains neatly held between her lips. "I met him, you know. Spock," she says.