A/N: discovered this short, pointless little drabble that came out of nowhere and figured I'd put something out to let everyone know I'm not dead. A whole lot of stuff's been happening, but I've got a short fic I'll be posting for V-day, and the next chapter of No Return soon after (so many problems with that chapter...). the bright side is I ended up writing half of chapter 6 before finishing 5. but that's neither here nor there. full speed ahead! Woo, go painful, unrequited love.
Star-Crossed
He stands tall; as if there were any other way to stand, gazing out into the infinite inky black void of space littered with sparkling stars that twinkle in the distance. It's hard to think of them in terms of what they really are, almost impossible to imagine their true nature; especially when they look so beautiful from so far away.
Mammoth, gargantuan orbs of blazing fire, burning in space with violent fury, they are deadly and powerful. They permit life under their own circumstances. Like the Planet Jackers who must provide their star what it demands so their race will continue to exist, so too must they be served.
He catches a glance across the main deck of his co-ruler, scowling angrily at some inefficient drone, proceeding to dump his large-sized soda directly onto his head before erupting in laughter. Throwing the empty cup, as if to punctuate his point, he then orders the drone be seized and thrown out the airlock.
It's nothing he wouldn't do, himself.
Still… when his eyes meet glimmering purple ones complemented by a smile that makes them sparkle that much more, Red thinks about stars and tries to mask the rising disappointment in his heart. No matter how necessary a particular one may be, regardless of the extent to which you rely on it to survive, a star will never be more than a beautiful, powerful presence that simply by nature would obliterate you before you could even get remotely close to it's surface.
And so they stand; always at a distance and locked in an unshakable stare similar to a child on a summer night staring up into the sky, longing with every fiber of his being for the ability to reach the particular star his eyes are fixed on. They'll never even stretch out their hand in a gesture to try. Such a thing would make them appear weak; inferior. Worse yet, it would make both of them vulnerable.
There is no place for vulnerability.
They are dangerous and unforgiving and not to be crossed and they've made sure that every member of every race on every planet as far as the known universe extends is well aware of it.
Sometimes though, Red can't help but wonder who they're really trying to convince.
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