I lay know claim to Farscape or anything connected to it save for one calender, one book and several DVDs. This was written just before bed after a long day at school and...you'll get the picture
World goes by in a blur of swirl
See if fly, see it twirl
Nothing stops
Nothing dares
Scorpy's there
Spinning...spinning...spinning...
He starts to rock, getting faster and faster, fists clenched
Someone is saying his name
spinning...spinning...spinning...
They're shouting now
Faster and faster...death burning family gone...faster...slave katratzi budong chair chair...faster, fists tighter, the back of his mask connects with the wall...bang bang...chair death pain life death chair...faster...bang...chair
Screaming...
SMASH
The remains of the crockery plate surround him.
He looks up. John is standing there, somehow managing to look tired, annoyed and concerned in the same expression.
"You know Astro some of us are trying to sleep".
He does not answer
John pickes up another one of the plates...
...but before he can act, in a move of speed that surprises even the Banik, Stark grabs the nearest breakable object...a glass...and throws it in the direction of the human. John just managed to duck out of the way, the glass shattering on the wall behind.
"Right, tough guy". John threw the plate in his hand, deliberately missing Stark who immediately grabs and throws a tray, followed by two more glasses. John dodges each one and they hit wall, each break resonating in the Banik's ear like music.
smash...tinkle..., this time inches from the Banik's head, that was close!
He grabs and throws the cooking spoon, and this time John, distracted by his search for amunition, doesn't see it in time to dodge.
dink
FRELL. Start hadn't meant to hit him.
"Ouch". John rubs at the painful spot on his chin, a smile crawling across his face. "That's quite a throwing arm you've got there".
"Where are you going?"
"You won. I'm going back to bed".
Stark looks at the floor, and back at John with a readable 'then what was the meaning of this?' expression.
John simply shrugs, then walks away
Stark looks at the destruction, each plate, each broken shard...and he smiles at the shattered pain.
Humans continued to be a source of amazement, for John may claim otherwise, but there was magic in the species.