almosthonorable: (bedhead)
Ben Wade ([personal profile] almosthonorable) wrote2009-02-20 09:56 pm
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[[ crater-bound, night one ]]


[ ride a horse, save a cowboy ]

Just outside Curtiss, it's cold.

(Hell, it's cold in Curtiss.)

Which is why Ben's got a good-looking fire and a good-looking woman to keep him warm.

This beats the hell out of that ride to Contention; the only time he got near anybody in that camp was when he forked Tucker to death.
aimedforthemoon: (well. you suck.)

[personal profile] aimedforthemoon 2009-02-21 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Of course, said good-looking woman is currently cursing a blue streak (quietly, and in Russian) because eighteen miles?

Actually takes its toll on you when you are riding a horse as opposed to a plane, or even a car.
aimedforthemoon: (almost hopeful)

[personal profile] aimedforthemoon 2009-02-21 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
She thinks about saying that she can't move. However, this would be a lie. Not that there is anything wrong lying, but she does have her pride.


Well, there is pride and there is pride.
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[personal profile] aimedforthemoon 2009-02-21 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
It gets a smile, soft and pleased, but the aching of her legs is distracting enough that she just gets down onto her knees and crawls over.

"I haven't been in," pause as she kicks one boot off, and stares in disgust at the other, "so much pain since training."
aimedforthemoon: (revenge from the grave)

[personal profile] aimedforthemoon 2009-02-21 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Bracing herself on her elbows, she smiles at him, very crookedly.

"You have no idea. Spun around to see if we could stand the pressure, flung up, and-" a soft whimper at his hands "-timed to see how long 'fore we'd faint."
aimedforthemoon: (from her lips he drew hallelujah)

[personal profile] aimedforthemoon 2009-02-21 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
"When I made the Chief smile. It...all the things we did? I can't choose. But we all loved that man, when we could get him to smile." Slowly, she lets her head fall back and, slowly, she lowers herself down so that all of her is on the ground. "Chief Engineer. Korolev. It was...his idea, you know? His...dream, to build rockets and send people into space."
Edited 2009-02-22 23:38 (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (first little sputnik)

[personal profile] aimedforthemoon 2009-02-24 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Da." Then, "But I wouldn't have known how. He was both dreamer and practical man, so he showed us."
aimedforthemoon: (the thing is...)

[personal profile] aimedforthemoon 2009-03-07 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
Softly, with a trace of sadness,

"I can see that."
aimedforthemoon: (died with music)

[personal profile] aimedforthemoon 2009-03-07 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
"No. No, it's not. I just..."

She looks up at the stars and blinks rapidly for a moment.

"Miss him. Miss...being there."
aimedforthemoon: (died with music)

[personal profile] aimedforthemoon 2009-03-08 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Esfir takes a deep breath, shuts her eyes and fists his shirt. He's warm, and solid, and here, and it's hard to fly off when he's here.

"Do you know...The stars are different, in Solo's world? I look out the window and I don't them. We sail through space, in all the black, and there's nothing to hold us."

She's speaking quietly, but not fast, not hysterical. Just quiet, and a little lost.
aimedforthemoon: (died with music)

[personal profile] aimedforthemoon 2009-03-08 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
And you
"Here, yes. It's not..." Esfir trails off, trying to think even as she shifts closer to him. "All my life, I've flown between sky and earth. When I went to the Moon, I was always been Moon and Earth. I could hold up my thumb and block Earth out, just for a moment, but there is not Earth to do that. I can't read the stars or know their names.

I'm used to knowing.
aimedforthemoon: (name means star)

[personal profile] aimedforthemoon 2009-03-08 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
It's soothing, is what it is.

"They do. It's, just...I can't even describe how large the distances we travel."

She lets out another breath, and opens her eyes. There is him and beyond him, stars. Stars she knows.

"But it's good seeing my stars again."