QT/Bishop. Nostalgia
Apr. 3rd, 2007 07:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
actionreactionDay three of 31_days.
Nostalgia was a bittersweet thing, a double-edged sword. There were the happy memories, the bright times that made you smile when you looked back, that you wish had never ended and could keep happening. But with them came the sad times. When something ended, changed, or just. Stopped.
Bishop tried very hard not to be nostalgic. He didn’t want to remember the good times, being married, being happy, being with Carter. There as too much of the bad that followed, that went along with it he still didn’t want to face. So Bishop wasn’t nostalgic. He chose not to think about it, not to remember, chose to work himself past thinking, and hope his new charge kept him distracted enough he didn’t have to remember.
QT tried very hard to be nostalgic. He tried to remember what his life was like before Bishop found him on the shore, naked, confused, and unable to communicate at first. He tried to remember, but he couldn’t, and instead watched Blue Planet, nature shows, frequented the beach and stared forlornly at the water unable to understand or remember why it called to him so.
Nostalgia was a bittersweet thing, a double-edged sword. And sometimes one wondered if it was worth the pain to remember, or was it better to forget it all.
Nostalgia was a bittersweet thing, a double-edged sword. There were the happy memories, the bright times that made you smile when you looked back, that you wish had never ended and could keep happening. But with them came the sad times. When something ended, changed, or just. Stopped.
Bishop tried very hard not to be nostalgic. He didn’t want to remember the good times, being married, being happy, being with Carter. There as too much of the bad that followed, that went along with it he still didn’t want to face. So Bishop wasn’t nostalgic. He chose not to think about it, not to remember, chose to work himself past thinking, and hope his new charge kept him distracted enough he didn’t have to remember.
QT tried very hard to be nostalgic. He tried to remember what his life was like before Bishop found him on the shore, naked, confused, and unable to communicate at first. He tried to remember, but he couldn’t, and instead watched Blue Planet, nature shows, frequented the beach and stared forlornly at the water unable to understand or remember why it called to him so.
Nostalgia was a bittersweet thing, a double-edged sword. And sometimes one wondered if it was worth the pain to remember, or was it better to forget it all.