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Melkor ([personal profile] morgoth) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2014-01-20 07:07 pm
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We used to play outside when we were young


CHARACTERS: Melkor/Morgoth, Tom Mcnair
LOCATION: Trek about the ship
WARNINGS: TBA?
SUMMARY: Melkor and Tom bro it up on the way to Sciences
NOTES: Closed except by request! Feel free to msg if you wanna hop in!


Melkor is waiting, when Tom arrives, looking neatly clean, his hair damp and slicked back from his face; showered, perhaps, or freshly swum. Either way, he seems livened, brightened, the same smiling, buoyant personality who had been so eager to invite him to coffee.

A wolf, fresh from a successful hunt.

He makes a low sound of greeting, the air huffing out of his nostrils like a beast's snort of acknowledgement, and moves to throw his arm around the young wolf's broad shoulders. "You asked about the temperature; has it been much of a bother of you? And are you eating well enough? You look thin." 

[personal profile] loyalpup 2014-01-21 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I eat fine." He actually wondered if he was becoming a bit lazy being on the ship. Still, he answered Melkor with a grin as the giant of a man put his arm around his shoulder. It felt nice to have a friend like this; someone who almost reminded him of the way his Dad could be when it was just them and they were both in a good mood.

The hall is empty and much cooler than the gardens, leaving Tom glad he was wearing a shirt under his jumpsuit. He had never gone this far despite the SCI that shared space with the number on his arm. It was as boring as every other corridor and the only people who passed by where those that Tom had never spoken to. In short he felt a bit out of place.

"I didn't know you was a scientist. You gonna work here?"
Edited 2014-01-21 01:40 (UTC)

[personal profile] loyalpup 2014-01-22 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Oi!" He still smiles even as he disagreed with Melkor. It would be so easy to get used to this type of familiarity with the older man. Suddenly those pictures of happy families he had pinned on the walls of his room seemed clearer; this was a feeling he'd wished for his entire life.

He had to force himself to step away from the large man. How could he think of something like that when his Dad was in ground.

"What about them folk that are dead back home? Ain't this better than dead?" Tom thought of Annie, George, and Nina. Even Mitchell deserved to have some kind of life.

[personal profile] loyalpup 2014-01-22 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
He does miss home. He misses it enough that there's a tight pain in his chest when he's alone in his room. Hal was his best friend, and Alex too now, and they were both gone. Home was also where McNair was buried in nearly secluded part of the woods; their last space they had called home.

"I like it here." Tom was almost surprised to hear his answer. Almost. He did so desperately miss home, but he wasn't sure he wanted that pain again. The death of his only family (such as McNair had been) and Baby Eve. "I got friends here too." Now that he'd met Melkor that was since he was doing a fair job of avoiding Derek and the others.

[personal profile] loyalpup 2014-01-26 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Tom started to gather a bit of scrap metal, a lifetime of "finding" scraps meant he knew what was worth keeping and what was just junk.

"Yeah. You think we can find some planet or somethin' like home? Then we can just live there instead of floatin' around on this ship?"

[personal profile] loyalpup 2014-02-04 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Such simple pleasures. Tom didn't realize how much he missed the fresh air and the sounds of nature. No matter what the gardens held, it still didn't have the same feeling of real nature.

Tom leave his thoughts of woods and blue skies to help Melkor. "A'right. Ain't much. I ain't smart like them science folk." His arm might say he works in that section, but at most he's a glorified gardner.

[personal profile] loyalpup 2014-02-07 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
He can feel the tips of his ears growing red at Melkor's compliment. A good wolf. If he had a tail it would probably wag.

His Dad had tried, and damn if he didn't do a good job, but there were still things that Tom was well aware he lacked, smarts being one of them. Sure he could build a bomb out of anything and he could probably name every type of fish to be found in the rivers of England and Wales, but he wasn't smart like Hal and George. Plenty of people said it, sometimes thinking their insinuations would go over his head (and sometimes they did), but Tom generally knew what they were saying. He was dim. His Dad had sheltered him from the world and because of that there was something lacking, but...but Melkor was smart. Smart like Hal.

You're a good wolf.

He tried to ignore the way those words made him feel as he reattached the plugs to the screen Melkor held. A good wolf. Tom finished and smiled up at the larger man. "You gonna make a lab here?" There was no need to comment on the man's earlier words; he held them close to his chest like a longed for treasure. Something just for him. "Bet we could find some tables and like."

[personal profile] loyalpup 2014-02-07 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Tom paused to think as he ran the layouts of various rooms through his mind. "Most is bolted down, but maybe there's some in storage." He'd make sure to search around during his free time.

Working on the next screen Tom asked, "Didn' know there was scientist way back." Stories of elves usually involved more magic than science.

[personal profile] loyalpup 2014-02-13 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
"You mean like God stuff?" Tom had been to church a handful of times, pulled there by his Dad during Christmas, but really the only connection he had to religion was the belief that a cross could hold off a vampire.