<USS Avalon> The Road of Doubt...by Junior Lieutenant Alder Shimbrodus
- From: Anthony Manson <circus_ofde_damned@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: Avalon Sim <avalon@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2004 16:46:24 -0800 (PST)
On The Road Of Doubt, Worry, and Infatuation
by Junior Lieutenant Alder Shimbrodus
He sat there in his quarters. The room was dark, and no command was given to
make it lighter. Shadows moved about in a snail like pace giving a small light
from the dark; a nice effect that hid his face. For now, he preferred this
setting having no intention to set it off. He sat there on the one-seater
couch, his right hand supporting his chin as he relaxed himself against the
soft padding of the furniture. Yet he was anything but relaxed, he was nervous,
he felt a tingly sensation that ran across his arms to his chest and then
return again. He could?ve sworn it was the air conditioning, but realized that
it wasn?t since he couldn?t hear the familiar hush-hush of the air from the
environmental system. It was just him. He looked out the window of his room,
and stretched out his legs. His mind rambled on about thoughts and
possibilities too fast for him to make it into a coherent substance in order to
concentrate. And he knew why.
Alder liked him. Plain and simple.
He closed his eyes as his head went upward as if to reach for something to give
him his answers. What answers he didn?t know himself. It was confusing, it was
at the same time so clear. Returning his gaze outside of the window, he felt
tired. Tired of being up all day working, tired of contemplating, tired of
worrying. But this one person kept him thinking. This one person clouded his
thoughts but made is picture clear. He nearly laughed at himself, and thank the
heavens that no one was lingering in his quarters for they just might mistake
him for a senile.
The card game was a great. He hosted it with invitations going out to six
people. Him included. Out of the six, one had missed. Greg had some assignments
he couldn?t miss and so they went on. It wouldn?t be the last time. He
remembered as he looked across that he was distracted by him. And all he was
doing was sitting there, fidgeting a little in his seat as he had to get along
with three new people he never knew of- Sarah and Alder was all he knew. It
made Alder smile as he saw this, and he immediately drew that back; making sure
no one would see. Oh, they knew his secret- they didn?t mind; but it didn?t
mean that he was going to flaunt his emotions out openly. Alder smirked, in
some ways he was just as closeted about his emotions as he was about telling
the truth about himself.
Shaking his head he tried to dismiss some other invading thoughts. He didn?t
like this; he wasn?t much for thinking or sitting down and contemplating. He
understood physical attraction, but this wasn?t it. This appealed to him that
went further than physicality. Alder turned his head as though he heard
something, there was nothing. He simply moved.
To him he was more then just some guy to befriend. He was a challenge, he had a
very closed background that he wanted to know more of. He was quiet, and the
most endearing thing he thought was he fidgeted around new people. It was
almost too funny. His efforts to bring Anthony into the limelight of social
callings would soon fade out, and he would begin trying to wiggle his way out
of other settings. Or at least that what he thought, for all he knew, Anthony
wouldn?t do that at all- but it wouldn?t surprise him. It surprised him that he
was determined to get Anthony around with his other friends. Normally, he?d
leave people like that- the anti social- alone. Maybe it was just a change in
decisions. Looking at it too hard wouldn?t do him any good; for there really
wasn?t anything to look at in the lines of friendship and how he went about it
getting them to feel comfortable.
Quietness. That was something he never knew he?d grow to like. Being surrounded
by noises, by busy work, anything but quietness- he was accustomed to.
Quietness intrigued him. He had to admit that he had always had in mind of
someone that was outgoing and like him, social, to be around with. Someone
active. Anthony was anything but that. Inactivity seemed nice. And peaceful.
Maybe that?s what he was looking for. But he was unsure. Everything felt like
it was out of order.
Questions loomed in his head. Questions he asked himself repeatedly, half
convinced that he could get the answer he needed if he contemplated it more.
One stood out of the many. How was he going to tell? He wanted to, if anything
to get this out of the way. He didn?t need to get his mind wrapped around what
he couldn?t get, life had to go on. And the hardest thing right now was to come
up with a way to tell him. Is he even like that? Would he understand? The next
two questions that came into his mind.
He like him. God help him, he liked him. Part of him hated the fact that he
did, no; not hate, just angry. Anthony wasn?t some simple obstacle to go
through and toss aside, he was a strength in his own way. Something reserved.
And telling him would be difficult. In fact, impossible. He rubbed his eyes,
stretching some more. On the other side, the picture of them together looked
interesting. It was very much a possibility. But he didn?t know.
He sat there, and looked out into space, hoping for an answer. Any answer.
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