{Muffin} Touch the Sky || {Lotus}
Jul 20, 2015 13:39:40 GMT -5
Post by Muffinface on Jul 20, 2015 13:39:40 GMT -5
THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING TO LOOK AT
Folded hands gently rest atop the rotted wooden bar of the pier, a lean body soon following suit. A distanced stare raises to the sky overhead, flittling from sparkling star to star, trying to place various constellations. Really, it was tiring work- he constantly reffers to a small notebook clutched tight between lanky fingers, mumbling to himself as he works. Not once does he stop, to turn around and watch grinning couples flirting behind him on the sparkling, glittering peir. He hears them, very loudly, very sappily sometimes, but still he choses to ignore their proximity mines of cooes and honeyed words.
He scribbles something, does a bit of math. The compass points due North, and he frowns. Careful fingers adjust the point, degrees and angles finally matching up. A spark of clarity and understanding flashes in his eyes as he consults a shiny watch upon his left wrist and laughs aloud. "It'S NINE THIRTY SEVEN!" he yells, spinning to a startled couple walking directly behind. "NINE THIRTY SEVEN!" he repeats at them, shaking a fist while the male wraps tight arms around his girl, and drags her forward uttering hushed slurs below his breath.
Kannon runs his hands through his hair, still clutching the bruised and battered journal, an excited glint in his eyes. For days he'd worked to tell the time using stars overhead, and a plotted point and finally after wasted evenings wraught with failure he had it- an algorithm so ingrained into his brain it could never leave- almost like it was tatooed behind his eyelids. He didn't care the pier patrons stared to pull away from him and his cries of hapiness.
He turns back to the sky overhead, gaze flicking away, plotting various points in the night sky- Ursa Major, (of course) Polaris, and various other constellations that hang so happily in the sky. When people die they become stars- you knew that, right Kannon? Grandmother's voice echoes throughout his head and he finally manages to get his grin under control- chosing to look more like a creep than a crazed man leaping along the wooden peir.
For one instant he wasn't addicted, for just one second he felt accomplished and confident in his calculus and trigonometry skills. His father would be pleased when he boarded the shores once again, but he was gone on a two month long trip for the summer. He stuck around just enough to make sure his son stayed behind in the district, then took off to chase the wind and touch the sky.
Really, he did want to go. He was seventeen now- more than old enough to take a job on a fishing vessel, but he couldn't even bring himself to step aboard a ship without vomiting from wooziness. Promises that 'You'll get over it after a couple of days' fell on deaf ears, so he remained on land at least, for one more year before he was forced to follow in his father's footsteps. Not that he minded, really- the Captain was a good guy, if one could get past the gruffnes of his voice, or the not-so-gentle way he handled delicate things like... Fine China. Grandmother hated his father's rough way. 'Like a bull in a china shop' she always said.
Finally, Kannon pulls away, his hands swinging loosely by his sides, and lets out a final shout of excitement. Why not indulge when feeling good in yourself comes so rarely?
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