Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Julia ❯ Lamentations for the Unexperienced ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
A percievable sigh played as a gentle breath from the woman's reddened lips, their shine shifting with the thoughtful cock of her head in the sunlight. The shortened locks cast their points downward to an angle, both feet lifting to recline lazily against the console bordering the inner sanctum that was the Redtail's cockpit. Elbows, draped in crimson, spread themselves out in time with her comfortable recline against the upholstery of the seat.
The cold air rushed past her, chilling her, though she paid little heed now to it. There was minimal danger in this place, merely adrift near the farthest reaches of the city. With the cockpit open, the air assaulted her body, the many places of exposed skin growing equally cold and clammy from the unfair onslaight. From within the Redtail where she lay, the only redeeming ambience seemed to be the jazz music that melted its way from the ship's stereo to her ears. That, mixed with the sight of the familiar sky in every ounce of its uncaring, icy presence, calmed her.
The ship would hover there, just barely pacing along at a reasonable speed. Only enough to keep it moving slightly, the effect was like floating out of your bed and above the entire town on a cloud. It was there, adjacent to her and beneath her until all there was were the dark shapes of buildings and the bright lights. Still, details could be discerned; had she gone so far up she could not comfortably rest so laxly.
With the ironies each melody produced, the tug of emotion in so idle a heart were kindled. Green eyes had rested far below, wonderingly, ponderingly, assessing every partially defined shape visible of the city. How different was this city from the one "he" had come from? Was this the same city? What had "she" felt? What did they do together?
That emotion was the sort that turns quickly into a bitter, stabbing pain. This happened more and more frequently now, the sorrow that ran so benevolently was happy to take its place with her, the vague knowledge and the acute awareness that she was jealous...
The cold air rushed past her, chilling her, though she paid little heed now to it. There was minimal danger in this place, merely adrift near the farthest reaches of the city. With the cockpit open, the air assaulted her body, the many places of exposed skin growing equally cold and clammy from the unfair onslaight. From within the Redtail where she lay, the only redeeming ambience seemed to be the jazz music that melted its way from the ship's stereo to her ears. That, mixed with the sight of the familiar sky in every ounce of its uncaring, icy presence, calmed her.
The ship would hover there, just barely pacing along at a reasonable speed. Only enough to keep it moving slightly, the effect was like floating out of your bed and above the entire town on a cloud. It was there, adjacent to her and beneath her until all there was were the dark shapes of buildings and the bright lights. Still, details could be discerned; had she gone so far up she could not comfortably rest so laxly.
With the ironies each melody produced, the tug of emotion in so idle a heart were kindled. Green eyes had rested far below, wonderingly, ponderingly, assessing every partially defined shape visible of the city. How different was this city from the one "he" had come from? Was this the same city? What had "she" felt? What did they do together?
That emotion was the sort that turns quickly into a bitter, stabbing pain. This happened more and more frequently now, the sorrow that ran so benevolently was happy to take its place with her, the vague knowledge and the acute awareness that she was jealous...