OOM: Your hair in the moonlight...
Sep. 11th, 2006 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bohemian_markIt had been a wonderful night, all of it. Now, however, it was time to sleep. Or at least attempt to sleep. Sara drifted off fairly soon, but Mark lay there for a while, staring at the cieling and thinking. Somehow, he hadn't realized how damn well Sara fit in her lab. Sure, he knew she loved her work and her lab, but there was something about seeing her where she fit, well, it just felt odd.
(And if it turns out it's over too fast, I'll make every moment last)
He'd tossed around the idea of proposing for about a week or so, but somehow now, he couldn't. There was no way that he could take her away from this, from what she loved. It was her home, her passion, just like New York was his home and his passion.
To being an us for once instead of a them
For a moment, he wondered how the filmmaking market is in Vegas. That thought got caught short by a mental image of Adam's face when he'd hear that he had to explain Mark disappearing. That couldn't work. But love conquers all, doesn't it? He knew, for once, for certain, that he loved her. More than Maureen, more than film, more than anything ever. He didn't want to lose her, but he knew that there would be one day that he'd have to. Bar was like that. One day, he could try to get in the door, and it would be locked to him, his Sara on the other side, forever closed from him. It's one of those things that he knew he just had to live with. Such is the life of a Milliways denzien.
(The greatest thing you'll ever know is just to love and be loved in return.)
As he curled up against Sara's sleeping form, he sighed. No way he was going to get sleep tonight. Too much on his mind.
And when I capture it on film, will it mean that it's the end and I'm alone?
(And if it turns out it's over too fast, I'll make every moment last)
He'd tossed around the idea of proposing for about a week or so, but somehow now, he couldn't. There was no way that he could take her away from this, from what she loved. It was her home, her passion, just like New York was his home and his passion.
To being an us for once instead of a them
For a moment, he wondered how the filmmaking market is in Vegas. That thought got caught short by a mental image of Adam's face when he'd hear that he had to explain Mark disappearing. That couldn't work. But love conquers all, doesn't it? He knew, for once, for certain, that he loved her. More than Maureen, more than film, more than anything ever. He didn't want to lose her, but he knew that there would be one day that he'd have to. Bar was like that. One day, he could try to get in the door, and it would be locked to him, his Sara on the other side, forever closed from him. It's one of those things that he knew he just had to live with. Such is the life of a Milliways denzien.
(The greatest thing you'll ever know is just to love and be loved in return.)
As he curled up against Sara's sleeping form, he sighed. No way he was going to get sleep tonight. Too much on his mind.
And when I capture it on film, will it mean that it's the end and I'm alone?
