12-03-2018, 09:32 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]He's been awake the whole night. He's always struggled to sleep, writhing under the hold of nightmares and fear. .. It's even worse, now. He can't just think spock is in the other room and then be alright, because Spock wouldn't let Jim get hurt if he could help it because Spock took his duties to the captain seriously. Jim spends a few hours every night just staring blankly at a while, eyes heavy with exhaustion. Sometimes he manages to fall asleep, sometimes he doesn't.
Jim misses his crew more than he ever thought he could miss anything. He misses passing them in the halls and bantering on the bridge. He misses chess with Spock and .. well, it really says something if Jim says that he misses physicals with Bones.
He's so tired. He enjoys Tanglewood, he really does, but he doesn't feel at home, not yet.
..
... He starts acting and thinking strange when he's particularly tired and alone. He'll stare at something and then spend time reflecting, and jesus, rest in peace Jim's reputation. (his reputation here is entirely different from that at home, though. He doesn't even know what it is, yet.).
"I've always wondered why people love the sunrise so much," Jim's voice breaks the silence. He'd been wandering when he came upon the massive canine, and Jim regards her easily. He can't resist the urge to not talk to her. There's something comforting in reverting to old habits, even if it was a fucking eight foot dog he's talking to. "I've always found the stars nicer." He heaves a gentle sigh, and seats himself quietly. ".. It's just a shame they couldn't be seen tonight," Jim sighs again, an edge of playful dramatics heard in it. His gaze falls to the other canine then. Jim is silent, then, gaze almost blank, almost contemplative. His head is fuzzy in it's exhaustion, but despite his lack of attention to his behavior, his posture, he looks friendly regardless.
Jim misses his crew more than he ever thought he could miss anything. He misses passing them in the halls and bantering on the bridge. He misses chess with Spock and .. well, it really says something if Jim says that he misses physicals with Bones.
He's so tired. He enjoys Tanglewood, he really does, but he doesn't feel at home, not yet.
..
... He starts acting and thinking strange when he's particularly tired and alone. He'll stare at something and then spend time reflecting, and jesus, rest in peace Jim's reputation. (his reputation here is entirely different from that at home, though. He doesn't even know what it is, yet.).
"I've always wondered why people love the sunrise so much," Jim's voice breaks the silence. He'd been wandering when he came upon the massive canine, and Jim regards her easily. He can't resist the urge to not talk to her. There's something comforting in reverting to old habits, even if it was a fucking eight foot dog he's talking to. "I've always found the stars nicer." He heaves a gentle sigh, and seats himself quietly. ".. It's just a shame they couldn't be seen tonight," Jim sighs again, an edge of playful dramatics heard in it. His gaze falls to the other canine then. Jim is silent, then, gaze almost blank, almost contemplative. His head is fuzzy in it's exhaustion, but despite his lack of attention to his behavior, his posture, he looks friendly regardless.
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