theme #16: space
Sep. 14th, 2005 03:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mikkenekoTheme 16: Space
Title: Planetarium
Word count: 200
Rating: PG (honest this time!)
"Look," Al said softly, "to the west, there's the Scorpion. You can see the arc of his tail..."
Ed had always rationalized Al's fascination with rocketry as a passion for science, or perhaps a male prediliction for things that went boom. Until Alfons had brought him up to the abandoned planetarium, and spent the night straining to pick out constellations through the choking hazy clouds of Munich.
Alfons' face took on an unexpected light, an inner passion that eclipsed anything Ed knew of him. It was the stars he wanted, Edward realized, these dim, unfamiliar specks of light that you could barely make out, much less reach.
"Ah! There's Saturn!" Al cried out, nearly hanging off the ledge. "At least, it should be... a little too far away right now, I think..."
It was the stars his soul yearned for, crushed by gravity and choked by the rising tide of his illness as much as the city was choked by pollution. In a moment of madness, Edward wondered if Al sought to bind his soul to the rockets he wanted to send off into the sky, to ride the stars cold and perfect forever.
Alfons certainly seemed think he could.
Actually, I think I'm going to drop the rest of these themes. Sorry![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hime1999, I'm just not feeling it.
Title: Planetarium
Word count: 200
Rating: PG (honest this time!)
"Look," Al said softly, "to the west, there's the Scorpion. You can see the arc of his tail..."
Ed had always rationalized Al's fascination with rocketry as a passion for science, or perhaps a male prediliction for things that went boom. Until Alfons had brought him up to the abandoned planetarium, and spent the night straining to pick out constellations through the choking hazy clouds of Munich.
Alfons' face took on an unexpected light, an inner passion that eclipsed anything Ed knew of him. It was the stars he wanted, Edward realized, these dim, unfamiliar specks of light that you could barely make out, much less reach.
"Ah! There's Saturn!" Al cried out, nearly hanging off the ledge. "At least, it should be... a little too far away right now, I think..."
It was the stars his soul yearned for, crushed by gravity and choked by the rising tide of his illness as much as the city was choked by pollution. In a moment of madness, Edward wondered if Al sought to bind his soul to the rockets he wanted to send off into the sky, to ride the stars cold and perfect forever.
Alfons certainly seemed think he could.
Actually, I think I'm going to drop the rest of these themes. Sorry
hime1999, I'm just not feeling it.