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deborahjross) wrote2012-12-28 09:34 am
deborahjross) wrote2012-12-28 09:34 am
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Jaydium - Chapter 26
Dawn came and the crystalline walls glowed with a faint iridescent sheen. Eril couldn't remember falling asleep, just lying there, staring at the expanse of featureless luminescent gray. Wishing he could see the stars. Feeling the emptiness inside him. The not-caring that made his promises empty syllables and turned his life into one long bid for escape. He was human, he told himself, not hollow. He cared--about the Fed, about Raerquel and the future of its world. Yet something had gone out of him even before he jetted down to Port Ludlow in search of the brushie duopilot who was his only hope. Maybe in the bars and alleys of New Paris, one crazy scrape after another. Maybe as far back as Albion.
Albion.
Eril winced at the memory. Compared to Kithri, he'd lost nothing there.
He sat up, his hip and shoulder bones aching. When he reached his arms above his head and stretched, his spine popped. Next to him, close enough so she could easily have touched him in her sleep, Kithri lay on curled on one side. In the far corner, Brianna had tucked up in a fetal ball, her back to the others. Lennart sat and stared blankly ahead, his legs folded in a complicated and uncomfortable-looking arrangement. His hands open lay, palms up, on his knees.
Eril clambered to his feet and continued his stretching. Even making allowances for the unforgiving sleeping surface, he felt stiff. He didn't like the thought of getting old. But at the rate they were going, they would none of them live that long.
None of us, he repeated to himself. Not just me, none of us.
Deborah J. Ross: Jaydium - Chapter 26
Albion.
Eril winced at the memory. Compared to Kithri, he'd lost nothing there.
He sat up, his hip and shoulder bones aching. When he reached his arms above his head and stretched, his spine popped. Next to him, close enough so she could easily have touched him in her sleep, Kithri lay on curled on one side. In the far corner, Brianna had tucked up in a fetal ball, her back to the others. Lennart sat and stared blankly ahead, his legs folded in a complicated and uncomfortable-looking arrangement. His hands open lay, palms up, on his knees.
Eril clambered to his feet and continued his stretching. Even making allowances for the unforgiving sleeping surface, he felt stiff. He didn't like the thought of getting old. But at the rate they were going, they would none of them live that long.
None of us, he repeated to himself. Not just me, none of us.
Deborah J. Ross: Jaydium - Chapter 26