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(On the Bebop)
Dec. 8th, 2004 05:02 pmSatisfaction.
Three words, really. Sat: I sat down and watched Beth when she didn't know I was looking. She brushed her hair and watched the stars and was exquisitely beautiful.
Is: being here on the ship is an unexpected turn of events. Who knew? We could have just as easily ended up at Syndicate HQ, or in the middle of a gunfight, or...
Faction: the Red Dragon crime syndicate split into one faction ruled by the Elders, and another faction that followed Vicious. There was a third that wanted me to take over but I'm too damn lazy and really, running a crime family would bring me no satisfaction.
See, words are funny. String them all together and you get something that's nothing like what you thought when you took them apart.
I overanalyze; that wasn't bullshit when I told Beth it was my favorite deadly sin. While she napped I thought. I thought about everything: how we got here and where we go next, and why it happened and why it happened now. I also thought about that graceful curve at the small of her back, and about how the star system outside looks like we're near Jupiter, and if there's food on the ship and how long the oxygen stores are going to last, and if we get to go back to the bar or if we should have said our goodbyes before we walked through the door. And how brave Beth is for going through that door with me.
Satisfaction. Never had it in any manner of abundance before, but now I have plenty.
I'm glad we're here, that she's getting a chance to see this. Now she knows it's not all just another story.
And I'm really hungry.
"Hey, Beth. Want to see if we can find something simple, like a zip-heat thing of noodles or a glass of water?" Because love might nourish the heart, but it sure as hell doesn't feed the body.
Three words, really. Sat: I sat down and watched Beth when she didn't know I was looking. She brushed her hair and watched the stars and was exquisitely beautiful.
Is: being here on the ship is an unexpected turn of events. Who knew? We could have just as easily ended up at Syndicate HQ, or in the middle of a gunfight, or...
Faction: the Red Dragon crime syndicate split into one faction ruled by the Elders, and another faction that followed Vicious. There was a third that wanted me to take over but I'm too damn lazy and really, running a crime family would bring me no satisfaction.
See, words are funny. String them all together and you get something that's nothing like what you thought when you took them apart.
I overanalyze; that wasn't bullshit when I told Beth it was my favorite deadly sin. While she napped I thought. I thought about everything: how we got here and where we go next, and why it happened and why it happened now. I also thought about that graceful curve at the small of her back, and about how the star system outside looks like we're near Jupiter, and if there's food on the ship and how long the oxygen stores are going to last, and if we get to go back to the bar or if we should have said our goodbyes before we walked through the door. And how brave Beth is for going through that door with me.
Satisfaction. Never had it in any manner of abundance before, but now I have plenty.
I'm glad we're here, that she's getting a chance to see this. Now she knows it's not all just another story.
And I'm really hungry.
"Hey, Beth. Want to see if we can find something simple, like a zip-heat thing of noodles or a glass of water?" Because love might nourish the heart, but it sure as hell doesn't feed the body.
