Miguel (miguel_ohara) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2018-11-19 22:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | fitzwilliam darcy, miguel o'hara |
Who: Miguel and Darcy
Where: Somewhere in Darcy's grounds, with many trees
What: Just some blokes having a chat while walking dogs?
When: Backdated to before the end of the Hallowe'en plot. Evening of the 11th or 12th November.
Rating: spoodery
Open: No
Status: On-going
Miguel was tired. He'd spent hours as a spider back on the station, with Lyla and Sarah running all kinds of tests and taking samples, and it was exhausting to move around in a body like that when you weren't used to it. His body was tired, yes, but mostly his mind was tired - he had grown up in his human body, and even when he'd mutated the first time and gained all his spider-powers, he'd still been in a body he mostly knew and understood! He didn't have to relearn how to walk or what his arms did or how breathing worked. But in this new spider body, he had to think about walking or looking round at things or simply just learning how his senses worked, and he had to think about the tests they were running, visualize everything since his eyesight as a spider was beyond rubbish, work things out in his head and communicate all these thoughts through Lyla. Exhausting, really. But once he was back through the door in Darcy's world, everything went back to what he now considered normal - Normal human-shaped body, normal insanely-detailed light-sensitive eyesight, and normal fast metabolism and extremely slow build-up of fatigue and tiredness.
Just like always, he stepped through the door, exhausted and seriously considering sleeping up in a tree, and within five minutes he was physically feeling completely fine again and far more likely to consider doing acrobatics up in a tree than sleeping. His mind was still tired, though, and it made him feel oddly hyper. He had enough physical energy to do laps of Darcy's entire grounds at speed, and not enough mental energy to tell himself that it was a really bad idea.
It was evening as he returned, and dark enough under the trees that he could actually cope with not wearing his glasses for a while. They were put in his bag along with his phone, data tablets and memory sticks full of data from earlier in the day - he would be studying the results for a while, he knew - and he enjoyed letting his eyes relax. The light would only get dimmer, too, which could only be good for his eyes. Soon enough, the compulsion to get up into the bigger trees and burn off some energy became strong enough that he couldn't ignore it, so he texted Sarah to let her know what he was up to. Then the bag was hung on the stump of a broken-off branch, webbed in place (nobody was getting that down off the tree in the next few hours, other than himself) and Miguel was jumping up into the trees. They were a far cry from the skyscrapers and towers he needed, but they were lovely in their own way.
He spent fifteen or twenty minutes vaulting and leaping through the branches of the trees, finally able to move and jump and climb instead of lumbering around on the station. Lyla had turned off the clothing hologram the instant his feet had left the ground, and he'd even pulled the mask over his head. Habit, more than anything. It felt shocking brilliant, and he was grinning under his mask for most of it.
After a while, he heard dogs, and a man's voice calling for them. Moving closer, he quickly realized that it was Darcy's voice. Without thinking about it for once, Miguel headed towards the sound of his friend, and back towards his bag.