You're still a bird, mind you. You aint goin' far. Assumin' that's what's "in your heart" or whatever.
[ But it does something weird in Leonard's stomach to hear Jim talking about his brother. Being called "moon man," too. It's the kind of sweet thing you talk about with family. The kind of nickname only kids could come up with, thinking the moon ain't some hellish rock floating up there in space. It makes Bones think about Joanna. It makes his heart ache, cold as it is in his chest.
Why was Jim telling him all this? Why did he think Leonard was worth his time? He would only be disappointed for his troubles. What was his angle? ]
Don't let the act fool you, kid. I still got fangs and a taste for blood. Only reason I ain't more of a mess is cause I keep fed like clockwork. If I didn't, I'd spend every surgery slobbering all over my human patients like a wolf with eyes on a bleeding doe.
[ Bones doesn't love being a vampire, but he honestly doesn't hate it, either. He's being needlessly cruel towards himself in that way that he does, where he thinks he's the worst of the worst for something that isn't his fault. Or worse, he's actually worried that he likes it, and what does that say about him? It's a life he chose, and the side effects were a package deal. He can't regret it, but he can't be showing weakness, either.
He pulls out a scalpel from his sleeve, twirling it in his fingers. The danger keeps him steady, voice gravelly with contempt aimed solely inward. ]
Giving a shit's dangerous. Keeps me on my toes, but I ain't half the man I used to be. You lose somethin', dying. Don't make a lick of difference to most people, but you'll know—sure as your heart stops beating.
[ What a delightful ray of sunshine he is. He turns his attention back on Jim, moonlight catching on the edge of the scalpel. ]
So why are you here, Jim Kirk? And I don't mean cause you're a Foundling, I mean, what're these "goals" you've got?
[ Bones knows he's prying now, but he bore his stupid heart at the kid. We'll see if it pans out. ]
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[ But it does something weird in Leonard's stomach to hear Jim talking about his brother. Being called "moon man," too. It's the kind of sweet thing you talk about with family. The kind of nickname only kids could come up with, thinking the moon ain't some hellish rock floating up there in space. It makes Bones think about Joanna. It makes his heart ache, cold as it is in his chest.
Why was Jim telling him all this? Why did he think Leonard was worth his time? He would only be disappointed for his troubles. What was his angle? ]
Don't let the act fool you, kid. I still got fangs and a taste for blood. Only reason I ain't more of a mess is cause I keep fed like clockwork. If I didn't, I'd spend every surgery slobbering all over my human patients like a wolf with eyes on a bleeding doe.
[ Bones doesn't love being a vampire, but he honestly doesn't hate it, either. He's being needlessly cruel towards himself in that way that he does, where he thinks he's the worst of the worst for something that isn't his fault. Or worse, he's actually worried that he likes it, and what does that say about him? It's a life he chose, and the side effects were a package deal. He can't regret it, but he can't be showing weakness, either.
He pulls out a scalpel from his sleeve, twirling it in his fingers. The danger keeps him steady, voice gravelly with contempt aimed solely inward. ]
Giving a shit's dangerous. Keeps me on my toes, but I ain't half the man I used to be. You lose somethin', dying. Don't make a lick of difference to most people, but you'll know—sure as your heart stops beating.
[ What a delightful ray of sunshine he is. He turns his attention back on Jim, moonlight catching on the edge of the scalpel. ]
So why are you here, Jim Kirk? And I don't mean cause you're a Foundling, I mean, what're these "goals" you've got?
[ Bones knows he's prying now, but he bore his stupid heart at the kid. We'll see if it pans out. ]