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writetomyheart2015-08-15 07:16 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2015-08-15 07:16 pm
[team sonic] there's a storm you're starting now
First word from here.
The title is from Hurricane by Halsey. This is part two of A little loneliness, preceded by I can't find you in the body lying next to me and followed by the deep end.
Down on the planets, orbiting the stars racing through space—or maybe it's them racing, sometimes it's hard to tell—Amber wonders what people live like, Homo sapiens and other species, and cyborgs like her.
Amber has never seen anyone besides Danson, floating vertically in his sleeping pod, chest barely rising and falling, eyelids fluttering over eyes that dart back and forth.
People sleep, right?
Amber knows it's true, she's read it, but the knowledge she drinks through her eyes is different from really knowing something. She really knows that she likes drinking milk, for instance, the creamy cool liquid she gulps out of a glass, tipping her neck to get the last drop.
She doesn't know anything about cows, not that the milk she drinks is "real" milk, but it's modelled after cow milk and she can read about cows but she doesn't know anything about them at all.
It's frustrating.
That's how she feels about Danson sometimes. She can sit beside him for centuries, watch him dream, fingers twitching, mouth dripping with tiny sighs, but she still doesn't know anything about him at all.
Down on the planets, orbiting the stars racing through space—or maybe it's them racing, sometimes it's hard to tell—Amber wonders what people live like, Homo sapiens and other species, and cyborgs like her.
Amber has never seen anyone besides Danson, floating vertically in his sleeping pod, chest barely rising and falling, eyelids fluttering over eyes that dart back and forth.
People sleep, right?
Amber knows it's true, she's read it, but the knowledge she drinks through her eyes is different from really knowing something. She really knows that she likes drinking milk, for instance, the creamy cool liquid she gulps out of a glass, tipping her neck to get the last drop.
She doesn't know anything about cows, not that the milk she drinks is "real" milk, but it's modelled after cow milk and she can read about cows but she doesn't know anything about them at all.
It's frustrating.
That's how she feels about Danson sometimes. She can sit beside him for centuries, watch him dream, fingers twitching, mouth dripping with tiny sighs, but she still doesn't know anything about him at all.