FAKE Double Drabble: Distant Stars
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badly_knittedTitle: Distant Stars
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 487: Stars at
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drabble_zone.Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee is in a pensive mood as he indulges in a bit of stargazing.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
The stars always shine so bright when they’re away from the city, camping. A scintillating array of tiny lights, so far away that the distances are unimaginable, can only be expressed in numbers and equations, and even then, the enormity of it all is beyond the human mind’s ability to grasp.
Dee had never given stars much thought before he saw what the night sky looked like when its beauty wasn’t being drowned out by the ever-present light pollution of the city that never sleeps, but now…
Lying on his back, with Ryo’s head pillowed on his chest, both of them drowsy and content, not quite ready to seek the sleeping bag in their tent, Dee gazes up at the stars and wonders if, somewhere out there other people, who look nothing like humans, are perhaps doing something similar.
There are so many stars, each of them a sun of some description, and surely some of them must have planets orbiting them. If that’s the case, then it stands to reason that life must have evolved elsewhere. Humanity can’t be alone in the universe.
It makes Dee wonder if contact will be made with aliens within his lifetime.
Probably not.
The End
Dee had never given stars much thought before he saw what the night sky looked like when its beauty wasn’t being drowned out by the ever-present light pollution of the city that never sleeps, but now…
Lying on his back, with Ryo’s head pillowed on his chest, both of them drowsy and content, not quite ready to seek the sleeping bag in their tent, Dee gazes up at the stars and wonders if, somewhere out there other people, who look nothing like humans, are perhaps doing something similar.
There are so many stars, each of them a sun of some description, and surely some of them must have planets orbiting them. If that’s the case, then it stands to reason that life must have evolved elsewhere. Humanity can’t be alone in the universe.
It makes Dee wonder if contact will be made with aliens within his lifetime.
Probably not.
The End
