hmd_temeraire (hmd_temeraire) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-04-30 19:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | temeraire |
Who: Temeraire
When: During the Static Shock Plot
Where: Roof of Temeraire’s apartment building
What: Art, watching the night sky, contemplation
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete.
Temeraire stared up at the sky and took it all in - much as his digital SLR camera was currently doing, wide eyed and absorbing every moment of undulating light as the Northern Lights played across the inky expanse. He couldn't believe this was happening. The Northern Lights never came down this far south. It had started a few nights ago, and he'd only noticed because he'd made a run to the local bodega for some bread. He'd stood there, stupefied, and had been ready to post about it on Valar when he realized everyone else had already mentioned it. Ah, so this was part of that craziness that included the cell phone anomaly that had happened during the day. And here he'd just assumed solar flares.
He'd decided if the lights showed up the following night he'd take pictures. That was where he was at now, on the roof of his apartment building. And since it took up to a minute each shot depending on the exposure he wanted, he was painting. He found the shifting colors inspiring.
As he painted and his camera would occasionally click in the background, his mind drifted to his dreams and he wondered.
How many dreams did he have left before they would stop? How long did dragons live? Would he die in battle, in the midst of the Napoleonic Wars? He hoped not. He loved the dreams, of being an enormous rare dragon, the envy of so many aviators. And he had to admit that the friendship he shared with Laurence in the dreams was the most intense relationship he'd felt - outside of his parents in this life. It was like having a brother, he imagined. He was glad Laurence was here too so they could both compare notes as the other dreamed from differing perspectives.
Temeraire had told Laurence how it felt amazing to fly in the dreams too, which left him disappointed and disoriented when he woke as he had to realize he had to walk everywhere instead of the incredible sensation of just being able to open his wings and go aloft at a whim.
The camera clicked and he set down his brush to see how his latest picture had come out. The exposure left a huge cloud of colors studded with stars. Interesting, but not what he'd been aiming for exactly. Temeraire adjusted the exposure and set the timer. He picked the remote up from the ground near the tripod. He'd use that to set the pictures from now on so he could keep painting. He settled back down at his canvas, picking up the thread of his thoughts.
Imagine flying among the Northern Lights! For a moment he wished - just for tonight perhaps - that he was his dream self. Granted the lights were atmospheric effects but he was sure it was probably still thrilling to be in the sky “with” them instead of being pinned to the ground looking up.
Looking at his canvas of dark sky mixed with graceful brush strokes of color mimicking the show above him, Temeraire decided to hide in that inky black paint the very subtle shape of an equally as dark dragon flying, having the time of his life.