What Great Brightness Did You See?
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"?Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand-and melting like a snowflake...?
~Sir Francis Bacon
He wakes up, disturbed slightly by a faintish sort of glow and an increase in the temperature of the room. At first, his mind thinks "Fire?" but when neither heat nor light intensifies, and indeed fades, he drifts back to sleep a little while longer. The next time he awakens, he sits up with a yawn and looks around. Then he frowns because it's obvious someone has been in here, but? to decorate? The holly sprigs do make him smile a little, but he still gets up to make sure nothing has gone missing.
When he gets over to his bureau, the first thing he spots is the snowflake, a shining, etched piece of metal sitting atop a folded up piece of paper. He picks the snowflake up, turning it in his hands. It's beautiful, reflecting the dim light in his room back into a small white halo of light on his skin. His inner engineer questions just what kind of metal it is that it's so shiny, but he ignores that in favour of opening up the note.
It makes him smile, just a bit. Aye, it's definitely a reflection of light, with the glow it's casting off from even the low levels of light in here. He sets the note back down and continues toying with the snowflake, slowly rotating it, watching the flashes of light reflect off it's polished surface.
Then he frowns and hunts down a PADD to check the date. He's finally managed to get it set to Rhy'din time and? Oh hell. Is it really that close to Christmas? Yes, yes it is. He flinches slightly, trying to figure out just what he can get Renne in return. It's rather hard, because he doesn't really know the imp all that well. ?Maybe a nice scarf?
That sets him to thinking, about the other people here who have done a lot for him. The other Montgomery, Harold, Vextirias? It's a short list, but a list nonetheless, and with Christmas coming up he feels like he should have something for them all. The compulsion to get people presents causes him to change into something hopefully warm and tug that thick leather coat on over top, closing it to the top of the collar. A knit cap for his head, with Snowball latching herself onto the tail of it like a living pom-pom, and the bag of coins from when he stitched up that one man, and he's off.
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"?Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand-and melting like a snowflake...?
~Sir Francis Bacon
He wakes up, disturbed slightly by a faintish sort of glow and an increase in the temperature of the room. At first, his mind thinks "Fire?" but when neither heat nor light intensifies, and indeed fades, he drifts back to sleep a little while longer. The next time he awakens, he sits up with a yawn and looks around. Then he frowns because it's obvious someone has been in here, but? to decorate? The holly sprigs do make him smile a little, but he still gets up to make sure nothing has gone missing.
When he gets over to his bureau, the first thing he spots is the snowflake, a shining, etched piece of metal sitting atop a folded up piece of paper. He picks the snowflake up, turning it in his hands. It's beautiful, reflecting the dim light in his room back into a small white halo of light on his skin. His inner engineer questions just what kind of metal it is that it's so shiny, but he ignores that in favour of opening up the note.
It makes him smile, just a bit. Aye, it's definitely a reflection of light, with the glow it's casting off from even the low levels of light in here. He sets the note back down and continues toying with the snowflake, slowly rotating it, watching the flashes of light reflect off it's polished surface.
Then he frowns and hunts down a PADD to check the date. He's finally managed to get it set to Rhy'din time and? Oh hell. Is it really that close to Christmas? Yes, yes it is. He flinches slightly, trying to figure out just what he can get Renne in return. It's rather hard, because he doesn't really know the imp all that well. ?Maybe a nice scarf?
That sets him to thinking, about the other people here who have done a lot for him. The other Montgomery, Harold, Vextirias? It's a short list, but a list nonetheless, and with Christmas coming up he feels like he should have something for them all. The compulsion to get people presents causes him to change into something hopefully warm and tug that thick leather coat on over top, closing it to the top of the collar. A knit cap for his head, with Snowball latching herself onto the tail of it like a living pom-pom, and the bag of coins from when he stitched up that one man, and he's off.