@hawkinsdaughter continued from x
it’s been a long time since acsel has found himself WORRIED.
sara’s bright smile does a lot to calm the frantic beating of the heart
at his side, but he can’t help but still feel a bit nauseous. he isn’t sure
about the flowers, but he read somewhere that they were appropriate
to give to someone who you cared for… and the woman selling them had
reinforced the idea. clueless, but hoping to put a smile on sara’s face,
he’d purchased them. and the moment she lit up he was glad he had.
he could see why she didn’t like hospitals. it was all very sterile and
bland and felt very much like a place too used to dealing with sickness
and death. she had spent most of her life in them, and after having seen
what earth could offer he understood how such a place paled in comparison.
part of it reminded himself of home, however. and again he found himself
almost dwelling on unwanted memories.
for someone so LIMITED, sara had so much life about her. it was something
he had grown to admire. she pushed herself farther than should have been
possible and she didn’t let the opinions of others get in her way. as worried as
it made him at times, it also made him PROUD.— and it also made him want
to be better. next time he’d catch her.—if she fell again, he’d catch her. he
wasn’t entirely sure what this… feeling was, but he knew he wanted to be there
for her. he couldn’t stop her recklessness and ( within reason ) he didn’t . if she wanted to jump, he wanted to be her safety net. he
necessarily want to
wasn’t sure what that meant, but that’s what he felt.
her soft lips touch his cheek and he smiles, unsure but encouraged that the
gesture is a good thing by her words. it tingles there, turning his cheeks a
slight pink that he cannot see. it’s not that he doesn’t know what a kiss is, he
just isn’t sure how much weight earthlings hold behind the gesture. it seemed to
have different meanings. ❝ i do not think it is possible to be too… sweet to you,
but i am glad, ❞ he tells her and means it. he isn’t sure there is any other way
that sara could possibly be treated. ❝ i like it when you smile. ❞
brows creasing ever so slightly at her cough, he takes her offered hand
without hesitation into both of his own. it was cold, but comforting, and he
enjoyed the feeling. her request threw him momentarily, but he supposed he
should have seen it coming. she talked about her past and problems often,
but he only vaguely mentioned his. the reasons were obvious, of course. he
couldn’t be fully honest… no matter how much he wanted to be. ❝ alright… ❞
he nodded, the small hesitation in the action was evident, but he pushed through
it. if only to make sara more comfortable, he could reveal a bit more about himself.
❝ the library is… well, bigger.— much, much, bigger. the section on
space alone is three stories tall. ❞ and that wasn’t even including space travel.
years and years worth of accounts and personal journals of explorers than he knew
she’d love to read if she was able. ❝ i could spend forever there… and most days i did… ❞
he zoned out as he recounted it, reimagining every volume, every shelf.
❝ it held a wealth of knowledge, centuries old. ❞ books and scrolls from all over
the galaxy right at his finger tips.
❝ my… father wanted me to focus on politics and strategy, but my heart
was mostly set on exploration. I read everything I could on the subject. ❞
▌█ ∵ 🏥 ∵ █ As much as she loved her friends, her party, they often under estimated her or over worried about her. She hated being limited, the fact unlike most people she really only did have option A and option B. She couldn’t chose her own paths in most cases which is why when she knew she could she took those opportunities. As much as she pushed the idea, the seeming fact she was going to be the first official police officer in space, which seemed like such a childish idea for someone of her age she wanted it to be true. She so desperately wanted the fact of her going to space being true, that she could even go there to be. But it wouldn’t and never would be. The closest she would get would be sending the rockets there herself which was what she was reaching for.
Maybe that was all she would need. But knowing herself, knowing her parents she knew it would never be enough. She had to go to space or not do anything with it at all. For now she supposed she could live in the ideas she could be a space cop but eventually, when she was done living in the rebellious streak she was she would let reality settle in. For now, today, tonight, however long her friend was staying she would keep that up. Talk about books, see what ones he had read on space given he had said exploration. While she wanted to travel the world discover what she could, she wanted to explore the vast curiosities space had to offer the most.
A slight smile as he took her hand before nodding her head softly at his words. The library he spoke of sounded like one of dreams. She wished some day to have her own library and have collections of books with that much knowledge. She wished she knew she would live long enough to see that day but, every morning was a gift and was held with the strict pinching of herself to make sure she was in fact still actually alive. Only pausing a moment to address former words on her smiling. This causing another one before shaking her head and speaking joking words. ❝I like smiling when you’re around, it reminds me I can still smile. Half the time my smile with the Party is just a pity smile.❞
Bright eyes closed imagining the library and books he spoke of. Rendering up endless possibilities and shelves that never seemed to end before she opened them again. Brows raising at what he said his father had told him to read. She knew the importance of those things but life was about so much more than just that. ❝Sounds like you’re dad only thinks being a political leader or president is important rather than living life to it’s fullest.❞ She was always grateful for her father, but in this moment even more so. While over protective and overbearing some times which she understood because often she would end up in situations like this, him forcing her to not be who she was or do things she didn’t want to would make her upset. Angry even. ❝Well, just know when we’re at the library together you can read all the books about exploration you want and if anyone says anything I will yell at them.❞
And after words of being harsh past her lips expression turned to the one of wonder once again. Thinking of spending days like that. A better library than, as much as she hated to call it this, the piece of trash one Hawkins had. Somewhere she would never run out of new things to read. Two months of being bed ridden and she had gone through the whole library here. Maybe, one day wherever this library he talked about was from he would take her and they could get lost in it together. ❝It sounds like you have ripped this library from my dreams and made it real. If I even had something to read from when Galileo was around I think I would be content for years.❞ A soft hum at the thought before squeezing his hand and flashing a bright smile.
An idea, probably a bad one but given the fact she lived for living in the moment she didn’t mind. Besides it had already been thought of the second he began to describe the library, now it was just taking a better form than a thought. Excitement registered on her face, followed be another series of coughs before shaking her head. For a moment her free hand rose and rested on the center of her chest taking a deep breath before focusing again on him ❝Maybe one day when I am better and you can go back to wherever the Library is you can take me with you. We could just, stay there all day and sleep there in the night between the section about space and the section about exploring everything.❞