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shinodabear.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Sep. 26th, 2008 01:53 pm)Horizon
Fandom: Doctor Who, no spoilers
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ten/Jack
Disclaimer: Reservation of rights fall to the BBC and various others who are not me.
You look at the horizon and see something beautiful: the point where the earth meets the sky, blue touching green. In reality, no mountain has ever touched the sky, and no cloud has ever truly felt the ground. You can keep your distance from that line and marvel at the beauty of the convergence of the earth and sky, but it’s only an illusion. They’re not touching. They’ll never touch. They are physically incapable of the gesture. The sky is held back in its realm above, as the earth is confined to its realm below. They are two restrained bodies, reaching for each other, constantly watching each other.
You can also look at the horizon and see something horrible: the point where the world ends. You see nothing past it, and instantly you fear that the moment you cross the line, you will fall forever. In reality, there will always be something past that line, more trees, more grass, more sky, more clouds, more, but you can’t grasp that. All you grasp is the fear of moving forward, of falling, of failing. You are restrained this time, the onlooker projecting possibilities onto a future you cannot predict until you set the event in motion.
Longing and fear. You realize the connection of these thoughts to your current situation. You realize them the moment they come to you. You do not, however, think about them. Instead, you sit comfortably by his side and stretch your legs. You smile at the horribly-faked yawn and allow the arm to slide over your shoulder.
He is something beautiful, something you can never touch. He is something horrible, stretching on forever. Yet, you will forever be just on the other side of that hill, within arm’s reach if you ever part. If you need him. If he needs you. There is another thing that will never change, and that is your self-restraint.
You look back across the horizon at the setting sun and you can almost feel the want the sky has to once, just once, give in and truly feel the earth below him. And you understand that, just as much, the earth longs to reach up and touch the sky, if only once. Jack squeezes your shoulder and you smile. The longings and fears shouldn’t affect you. Illusory contact is just as beautiful as the real thing, for it is what you have.
Fandom: Doctor Who, no spoilers
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ten/Jack
Disclaimer: Reservation of rights fall to the BBC and various others who are not me.
You look at the horizon and see something beautiful: the point where the earth meets the sky, blue touching green. In reality, no mountain has ever touched the sky, and no cloud has ever truly felt the ground. You can keep your distance from that line and marvel at the beauty of the convergence of the earth and sky, but it’s only an illusion. They’re not touching. They’ll never touch. They are physically incapable of the gesture. The sky is held back in its realm above, as the earth is confined to its realm below. They are two restrained bodies, reaching for each other, constantly watching each other.
You can also look at the horizon and see something horrible: the point where the world ends. You see nothing past it, and instantly you fear that the moment you cross the line, you will fall forever. In reality, there will always be something past that line, more trees, more grass, more sky, more clouds, more, but you can’t grasp that. All you grasp is the fear of moving forward, of falling, of failing. You are restrained this time, the onlooker projecting possibilities onto a future you cannot predict until you set the event in motion.
Longing and fear. You realize the connection of these thoughts to your current situation. You realize them the moment they come to you. You do not, however, think about them. Instead, you sit comfortably by his side and stretch your legs. You smile at the horribly-faked yawn and allow the arm to slide over your shoulder.
He is something beautiful, something you can never touch. He is something horrible, stretching on forever. Yet, you will forever be just on the other side of that hill, within arm’s reach if you ever part. If you need him. If he needs you. There is another thing that will never change, and that is your self-restraint.
You look back across the horizon at the setting sun and you can almost feel the want the sky has to once, just once, give in and truly feel the earth below him. And you understand that, just as much, the earth longs to reach up and touch the sky, if only once. Jack squeezes your shoulder and you smile. The longings and fears shouldn’t affect you. Illusory contact is just as beautiful as the real thing, for it is what you have.
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