A/N this is a slow going WIP, I have no clue WHERE it's going, to tell you
the truth, but this is a bit of a pet project, one that I'm scrutinizing
every part of, instead of my usual, write it up, spell check and spit it
out approach. This one I'm aiming for perfection for, so don't expect the
next part for a while, instead savor this one! And anything that you
recoginize isn't mine, and again, I have to thank Josiecat for giving me
permission to continue her wonderful fic!
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He set another box down on top of the two that already resode on the pushcart. His back was beginning to ache, as it did almost every day. True, he had some strength, he had always been quite strong, and hauling around all his lab equipment hadn't hurt either. But still, he wasn't used to having to move heavy boxes around all day.
But it paid well. And he knew that he needed all the money he could get. They were well off, to say the least, but the thought of money always weighed very heavily in his mind. Perhaps it was because he was afraid of an emergency coming up, or perhaps it was just his distrust in everything, but he always seemed to put more money in the bank than was necessary.
Finally the last minute ticked off the clock, and the rest of the workers swarmed, en masse, to the exit. As he walked out, he found himself staring up at the blue sky, with flecks of fluffy, white clouds scattered about. Just over the horizon, he could see the sun beginning to dip below the tree line, starting to bathe the western side of town in it's goldenrod glow.
Every night he'd look up at that same sky, by now he'd already memorized the constellations, and every night, he'd reflect on what had happened. He could see the pale reflection of the moon, half hidden by clouds, biding it's time until the sun would set, and it would no longer have to compete to be the brightest object in the sky.
He drove home, the radio playing soft jazzy tunes. She was there, as always. She would always be there, waiting for him, every day. Always be waiting with a welcoming hello, and a dinner halfway done. Always be waiting to try and work the tension out of the knotted muscles in his back. He always was tense. Always had been, probably always would be.
Even when he hadn't been reduced to physical labor, he still was tense. Even when he hadn't been doing an experiment, he always seemed to be worked up about something. But his tension was what got him through. He thrived off his stress. He scarcely ever seemed to fatigue. And it had proven an invaluable trait.
Ever since they had come to this planet, it seemed that he never slept. He just kept going, scribbling notes about this, that, or the other thing, plotting the coup, ordering around the servants. If he had one major downfall, it was his pride. He was too proud for his own good.
He may have had a high standing with the royal family, but he held himself a cut above the rest. He acted like he was above even the royal family, above Adrianna. And when he tried to actually rise higher than Adrianna, he realized just what he had done wrong. Just where his hubris had failed him.
He had thus since lost some of that pride, but he still felt like he deserved to be doing more than what he was. He had been reduced to nothing more than a slave. Someone to do menial labor, when no other help was available. True, he had heard through the mill that he was in line for a promotion, but it still was not worth the blows that this job was dealing to his ego.
She had always tried to knock down his ego, as gently as she could. She knew it would eventually be what did him in. and so far, she was right. But she held him in such high regard, and was almost frightened of him, so much so, that she was afraid to do more than chide him on his delusions of grandeur.
She knew that they had brought this life upon themselves, that it had been their choice to lead the coup, that they were the ones that had almost killed Frank and Adrianna. But she refused to accept it. Where he had his pride, she had her fantasies.
She missed Transylvania so much that it hurt. It was the same sort of ache that you feel after you lose a loved one. Where it feels as if your heart is going to disintergrate, and break like a crushed potato chip. It hurt her almost as much to think of her beloved planet as it hurt for her to think of a life without him.
At least she had him. she was thankful for that. There would have been no point of living, even on Transexual, without him. he was her life. Her everything. She would give her life willing for him, and she knew that he would do the same. She loved Adrianna for giving them the choice of life together, but yet she loathed her for forcing them away from their planet.
Oh, if only she could find a way to get back to Transylvainia, not even Transexual, but just a familiar planet, just somewhere that she could look on to the familiar shores, hear the soothing sounds of the waves. The waves, with their intoxicating lullaby. The gentle sound of the water lapping against the shore. It was a moment like this, when she thought of it, that she could hear the sounds of the planet.
He sensed where her thoughts were heading, and gently spun around in her arms. He stared deeply into her eyes, and gave her a meek smile. She smiled back, and he pulled her into a tight embrace. He sniffed the air slightly, and pulled back. "I didn't know you were making a flambé." He said. She gave him a strange look.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if it wasn't supposed to be, it certainly is now." He said, with a playful light in his eyes. She looked over to the kitchen, and then ran over, lowering the flame on the stove. He walked in behind her, laughing. She hit him playfully with her oven mitt. He always knew just what to do to cheer her up.
He always could say just the right thing, in just the right tone, to make her laugh. He swept her up off of her feet, and after she protested, he finally let her down. Anyone looking in would have never guessed how sad her thoughts had just been. They only would have seen two happy, loving people.
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He set another box down on top of the two that already resode on the pushcart. His back was beginning to ache, as it did almost every day. True, he had some strength, he had always been quite strong, and hauling around all his lab equipment hadn't hurt either. But still, he wasn't used to having to move heavy boxes around all day.
But it paid well. And he knew that he needed all the money he could get. They were well off, to say the least, but the thought of money always weighed very heavily in his mind. Perhaps it was because he was afraid of an emergency coming up, or perhaps it was just his distrust in everything, but he always seemed to put more money in the bank than was necessary.
Finally the last minute ticked off the clock, and the rest of the workers swarmed, en masse, to the exit. As he walked out, he found himself staring up at the blue sky, with flecks of fluffy, white clouds scattered about. Just over the horizon, he could see the sun beginning to dip below the tree line, starting to bathe the western side of town in it's goldenrod glow.
Every night he'd look up at that same sky, by now he'd already memorized the constellations, and every night, he'd reflect on what had happened. He could see the pale reflection of the moon, half hidden by clouds, biding it's time until the sun would set, and it would no longer have to compete to be the brightest object in the sky.
He drove home, the radio playing soft jazzy tunes. She was there, as always. She would always be there, waiting for him, every day. Always be waiting with a welcoming hello, and a dinner halfway done. Always be waiting to try and work the tension out of the knotted muscles in his back. He always was tense. Always had been, probably always would be.
Even when he hadn't been reduced to physical labor, he still was tense. Even when he hadn't been doing an experiment, he always seemed to be worked up about something. But his tension was what got him through. He thrived off his stress. He scarcely ever seemed to fatigue. And it had proven an invaluable trait.
Ever since they had come to this planet, it seemed that he never slept. He just kept going, scribbling notes about this, that, or the other thing, plotting the coup, ordering around the servants. If he had one major downfall, it was his pride. He was too proud for his own good.
He may have had a high standing with the royal family, but he held himself a cut above the rest. He acted like he was above even the royal family, above Adrianna. And when he tried to actually rise higher than Adrianna, he realized just what he had done wrong. Just where his hubris had failed him.
He had thus since lost some of that pride, but he still felt like he deserved to be doing more than what he was. He had been reduced to nothing more than a slave. Someone to do menial labor, when no other help was available. True, he had heard through the mill that he was in line for a promotion, but it still was not worth the blows that this job was dealing to his ego.
She had always tried to knock down his ego, as gently as she could. She knew it would eventually be what did him in. and so far, she was right. But she held him in such high regard, and was almost frightened of him, so much so, that she was afraid to do more than chide him on his delusions of grandeur.
She knew that they had brought this life upon themselves, that it had been their choice to lead the coup, that they were the ones that had almost killed Frank and Adrianna. But she refused to accept it. Where he had his pride, she had her fantasies.
She missed Transylvania so much that it hurt. It was the same sort of ache that you feel after you lose a loved one. Where it feels as if your heart is going to disintergrate, and break like a crushed potato chip. It hurt her almost as much to think of her beloved planet as it hurt for her to think of a life without him.
At least she had him. she was thankful for that. There would have been no point of living, even on Transexual, without him. he was her life. Her everything. She would give her life willing for him, and she knew that he would do the same. She loved Adrianna for giving them the choice of life together, but yet she loathed her for forcing them away from their planet.
Oh, if only she could find a way to get back to Transylvainia, not even Transexual, but just a familiar planet, just somewhere that she could look on to the familiar shores, hear the soothing sounds of the waves. The waves, with their intoxicating lullaby. The gentle sound of the water lapping against the shore. It was a moment like this, when she thought of it, that she could hear the sounds of the planet.
He sensed where her thoughts were heading, and gently spun around in her arms. He stared deeply into her eyes, and gave her a meek smile. She smiled back, and he pulled her into a tight embrace. He sniffed the air slightly, and pulled back. "I didn't know you were making a flambé." He said. She gave him a strange look.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if it wasn't supposed to be, it certainly is now." He said, with a playful light in his eyes. She looked over to the kitchen, and then ran over, lowering the flame on the stove. He walked in behind her, laughing. She hit him playfully with her oven mitt. He always knew just what to do to cheer her up.
He always could say just the right thing, in just the right tone, to make her laugh. He swept her up off of her feet, and after she protested, he finally let her down. Anyone looking in would have never guessed how sad her thoughts had just been. They only would have seen two happy, loving people.