Hey y'all, happy Valentine's Day!! I just wrote this on a whim, a little present for you Dip fans out there!!! So, read and enjoy!! Inspired by 'Passenger Seat' by Death Cab for Cutie.
Disclaimer: Me no ownie, duh.
The low hum of the car engine purred in the background, the only sound to be heard. The night outside stretched infinitely, a blanket of black that seemed to have no end. The moon was the only thing tat cut through the velvet cloth, shining silver liquid on the road before them. Inside the car the only light came from the gentle glow of dashboard lights, a soft spread of neon blue that told of their movement.
Pip looked out of the window of the passenger seat, the purring hum and gentle black lulling him into a graceful tranquility. Feet tucked up next to him on the seat, he watched the countryside trees blur past in various shades of black and gray, all other color leeched out of them by the night.
He slowly pressed a button and the window rolled down, letting the cool air of the outside ruffle his hair tenderly. The scent of the racing trees outside tickled his nose and Pip took a deep breath, laying his head on the door. Turning his gaze upwards, he caught sight of a streak of light in the sky; a shooting star, gone as quickly as it came. He smiled, keeping his eyes on the stars. Another movement up there caught his eyes, but it was slower, not as bright. A satellite. He wondered vaguely what it was like to be up there orbiting space and Earth, surrounded by so many stars. Did they ever meet each other?
"Do you think they ever collide?" He asked softly, his voice breaking the silence. There was a shift and a pair of scarlet eyes looked at him curiously from his left.
"Does what collide?" Damien's low voice asked back, rumbling but gentle. Pip took a moment to answer, still caught up in the serenity of the night.
"Shooting stars and satellites." He said, never taking his eyes away from the sky. Damien smiled, even though he knew Pip couldn't see it, not startled by the sudden question in the least. He glanced at the stars outside, then at Pip's entranced face.
"No, I don't think they do."
This time Pip looked at him, brilliant blue eyes curious. He sat up a bit. "How do you know?"
Damien chuckled, taking one hand off of the steering wheel. Reaching over, he touched Pip's hand tenderly, threading his fingers through Pip's.
"I just do."
Pip smiled as he looked at their clasped hands. Then all was quiet again, except for the silent journey of stars and satellites in the sky.