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Dec. 21st, 2004 07:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blue_eyed_lordThe Black Rider stood once again in front of the window in his room that looked out upon the end of the universe. His outline was barely visible in the dark room against the backdrop of stars.
He felt that looking out upon the universe was somehow inspirational.
Before him were billions of stars around which trillions of planets orbited, many no doubt inhabited by sentient life. Below him, in the bar, were hundreds of patrons from hundreds of different universes. Universes that had never heard of the Black Rider, nor even the Dark.
Today, as much as one could define ‘today’ in Milliways, was not a particularly happy day for the Rider. It was the twenty-first of December by his calendar…and by another's calendar as well. Five years ago, by the calendar's reckoning, had been what the Rider would call the beginning of the end. That is, if he were thinking about that sort of thing, and, of course, he wasn’t.
The Rider squared his shoulders slightly, gazing out at the stars. Time was a slippery thing here. It needn’t be the holidays if he didn’t want it to be.
He turned to look at his bed. On the pillows was his black attaché case filled with his diamonds. Earlier, he had spilled them intentionally over the black comforter in a fit of boredom, as well as to please himself aesthetically. It was like holding the entire universe with all its possibilities on his bed. He had moved them around, using the chaos theory to form patterns in the brilliant disorder. It had helped him clear and organize his mind. Playing with the patterns had almost reminded him of his time before Milliways.
His thoughts turned once again to the date. Twenty-first. His lips pressed together and sought another topic of thought. The New Year would be coming soon. A new beginning. A time for new possibilities….
The Black Rider looked from the diamond-speckled bed to the star-speckled sky outside his window and a vulpine grin lit his face. Returning to his place at the window, feet planted firmly apart and hands folded behind his back, the Rider found that yes, looking out his window was inspiring indeed.
He felt that looking out upon the universe was somehow inspirational.
Before him were billions of stars around which trillions of planets orbited, many no doubt inhabited by sentient life. Below him, in the bar, were hundreds of patrons from hundreds of different universes. Universes that had never heard of the Black Rider, nor even the Dark.
Today, as much as one could define ‘today’ in Milliways, was not a particularly happy day for the Rider. It was the twenty-first of December by his calendar…and by another's calendar as well. Five years ago, by the calendar's reckoning, had been what the Rider would call the beginning of the end. That is, if he were thinking about that sort of thing, and, of course, he wasn’t.
The Rider squared his shoulders slightly, gazing out at the stars. Time was a slippery thing here. It needn’t be the holidays if he didn’t want it to be.
He turned to look at his bed. On the pillows was his black attaché case filled with his diamonds. Earlier, he had spilled them intentionally over the black comforter in a fit of boredom, as well as to please himself aesthetically. It was like holding the entire universe with all its possibilities on his bed. He had moved them around, using the chaos theory to form patterns in the brilliant disorder. It had helped him clear and organize his mind. Playing with the patterns had almost reminded him of his time before Milliways.
His thoughts turned once again to the date. Twenty-first. His lips pressed together and sought another topic of thought. The New Year would be coming soon. A new beginning. A time for new possibilities….
The Black Rider looked from the diamond-speckled bed to the star-speckled sky outside his window and a vulpine grin lit his face. Returning to his place at the window, feet planted firmly apart and hands folded behind his back, the Rider found that yes, looking out his window was inspiring indeed.
