Deafening Silence

Posted on 29 Apr 2022 @ 6:30pm by Laeon Wylde

470 words; about a 2 minute read

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Laeon flipped carefully through his sketch book, pursing his lips in thought as he looked at the latest additions. He had stacks of his art books, pages upon pages of written words reshaped to form parts of sketches. Of people, places, objects.

This book was the one he'd taken to the station for their leave. Well, the leave they'd had. He frowned slightly at that, shaking his head as he sighed. He'd looked forward to the time with his father. A doctor's life was not an easy one. He hadn't been pleased when the recall came.

He ran a fingertip over a half finished sketch of the view he'd been working on at the station, smudging a line of words he'd worked into the background to obscure it a little more. It had been the day he'd met Leon, the new nurse.

He turned the page, to the rough sketch he'd started of Leon, but he'd done it from memory, after they'd talked. He liked the line of his jaw, and the balance of the tilt of his nose. His narrowed eyes made for a more mysterious look; you couldn't quite tell what he was thinking.

He'd have to beg him to sit for a real sketch now that they were onboard. Well, after the mission of course. Whatever it was.

Laeon sighed at that, shaking his head. It was so frustrating, having no clue what was going on. And no control over any of it. He wasn't flying the ship, keeping it off the dark path in the woods. He wasn't in the engine room, keeping the ship alive and breathing. He wasn't in security, keeping the ship safe from the sea monsters.

No, he was stuck below deck, his destiny in everyone else's hands but his own. And that was really, really hard.

Nothing but worry and anxiety about what was going on. Not knowing if the ship was cruising into dangerous waters. Not knowing if the red lights were going to start flashing. Or, when he went to sleep, if he was going to wake up.

At least when a mission was common knowledge he had a vague idea of what might be coming their way. When it was so secretive though? It made it a hundred times worse. All he could do was brace and hold his breath until they were on their way to the next shoreleave destination.

A slight beep came from the computer that was recording him, making him look up with a 'hm?' sound. He'd completely forgotten he'd turned it on to record his log before he'd been distracted by his sketch books.

"Oh, sorry, I don't really have anything to talk about," he reached out to close the computer with a light shake of his head. "End log..."

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