Might As Well Be...

Writers: Leigh M-F.
Date Posted: 3rd October 2013

Characters: A'kua
Description: Frustrated by his inability to trust and connect to anyone for a significant amount of time, Aluka vents in a classic and therapeutic way
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 3, day 4 of Turn 7

The sun was going down. Aluka was going to have to pack it in soon and go back to the Candidate barracks, but he didn't want to. Outside, he was alone; inside, he was alone in a group of people, and he was getting mightily tired of that. As much as he tried to blunt his fangs and ignore the paranoia lurking in the back of his mind, it just wasn't working. He either didn't have enough in common with the other Candidates to get along with them, or he felt he couldn't open up completely. Those who could be trustworthy either left Candidacy or Impressed.

The tall redhead stared at the darkening sky and tried to remind himself he still had a good thing going here in the Weyr, but it was a lackluster effort. He gave up and just played random notes until they unwittingly turned into a pattern that sounded pretty morose. Appreciating that, he wrote them on the slate he had by his side, and continued playing them. Next came words after about another half hour, improvised and a little clumsy, but boy, did it ever fit Aluka's mood.

"*The road outside the Hold is wet with rain;
The trader wagons sway from lane to lane.
A lonely Harper's playin' down the hall;
Late night blues are comin' through the wall.

I tried to call on you early tonight;
If we could be together, it'd be all right.
You told me you were better off alone;
I never knew that words could be so cold.

I'm at the window, underneath the stars,
Starin' at your window's shutter-bars.
I can see you sittin' in my own backyard,
But the reach is just too far:
It's like I'm lost on the Red Star....

The past feels so old and gray and beat;
It saps my strength like the damn heat.
I know you live just across the way,
But I don't know how long you'll stay.

My world's become a dark and lonely place,
And I just wanna see your face.
Don't ya know
I'd walk the whole world to be where you are,
But I'm right in your backyard;
It's like I'm lost on the Red Star....

Like I'm lost on the Red Star!
You can't hear me-
Like I'm stuck on one of the moons!
You can't see me-
Oh, and you don't know me;
So close, and yet so far,
Darlin', it's like I'm stuck on the Red Star."

The last gitar chords faded, and Aluka let out a breath, leaning his head on the Weyrbowl wall. He felt better now. Not completely better, but well enough to get him through a couple of sevendays, perhaps. Unfortunately, that meant once it wore off, he'd have to do something else, like talk to a Weyrlingmaster, and he wasn't sure he was up to that yet. It meant ignoring his paranoia and opening up about what made him how he was, and Aluka wasn't sure he was up to that yet.

"Life should be simpler," he sighed, and started gathering up his things.

Last updated on the November 2nd 2013

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