Damon doesn't like your face (reserveseeker) wrote in hallowed_times, @ 2013-02-27 22:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | astoria greengrass, damon harper |
Who: Damon and Astoria
When: Evening
Where: Up in one of the towers
Summary: Conversations about life, love, the future and the importance of playing Connect the Stars often
Rating: Medium just in case
"Sometimes I wish I was a sailor. Always out at sea with nothing but the stars to guide me."
Damon and Astoria had been up in the tower doing their usual routine. Damon's telescope stood tall and proud, pointed at some constellation he had been admiring earlier. It was really a shame there wasn't a constellation named after Astoria, because he would want to stare at it all night long. And no matter what, it would be the most beautiful constellation in the whole of the universe.
They remained where they were, lying on top of blankets, towels and cushions they had brought up with them and just staring up at the endless sky. As a child, Damon often wondered at the extent of the universe. He couldn't imagine a distance outside his backyard, much less lightyears away. He had wished then that he understood the meaning of infinity, but now, as he was becoming an adult, he wished it wasn't so final. He preferred the days where his imagination could roam free to create whatever it wanted to. Now it was bound by rules, society, the earth and the sky itself.
How was a boy who was just starting to live his life already feeling so trapped by it?
He glanced over at Astoria and smiled at her. The gleam of the moon was reflected in her eyes, the picture of perfection nestled on a bed of silver and green. She was a princess in her own right, and he was going to do everything in his power to be her prince.
With a shrug, he turned his eyes back up toward the heavens and said, "Then again, I've never very much liked ships anyway."