OC drabble
Dec. 21st, 2008 12:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quidamlingonce again, random little snapshot in time. and yes, Heatseek is official... he has a human-AU... smth. iunno.
but here. and his name is Heath. woo! \o/
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One o’clock in the morning and he is still at it. Flickering lights of the city poured in through the windows of the corner office, adding a speckle to the single pool of light illuminating the drafting table. But Heath only had eyes for the plans he was pouring over. Blueprints stacked over and around blueprints, he stood leaning his palms against the lightboard, the monitor from the computer beside him casting a blurry shadow of his form on the far wall.
He was thankful it was casual Friday and he was in jeans, rather than the suits that the firm liked to see their architects in. As if Armani could somehow make the stone support or the metal cooperate. But instead of crisp linen, he moved around the table in comfortable denim, the long sleeves of his white shirt long-since rolled up past his elbows, athletic shoes scuffing against the carpet.
His team had abandoned him around 9:00, remnants of desperately begged for and ordered Chinese food scattered around the periphery of the room. Heath knew he would still be pacing his condo now anyway, so he might as well be working. Brushing blond hair away from his eyes again, he took off his glasses and idly lipped at the earpiece. The coworkers hated when he did that, saying it made him look like a high schooler, but now he was alone, so it didn’t matter. It was their job to deal with the human aspects of the job, anyway. As having the word “Senior” in his job title, Heath focused on the materials and design, which he preferred. He was not above admitting that he was not the best 'people person.' All the others were much better at the schmoozing of clients and contractors, so he was more than willing to leave that to the rest of the architects.
Still, his job did require acting as a go between, taking what the clients wanted, the engineers said the materials could handle, and the contractors said that they could pull off. Then his duty was to take all of that and turn it into an aesthetically pleasing and interesting building.
And these disjointed demands were particularly difficult. The client wanted more open space than the materials really allowed, and they were very much against more support beams. A sigh escaped him, and Heath let his head drop over the table. The pencil which was perpetually tucked behind his ear slipped free, clattering to the table. Heath made a face and blew the hair away from his forehead, staring as the pencil as it bounced end to end then settled and rolled to his hips. Then he stopped, tipping his head. The rocking motion of the pencil tipping off an old critique from his professors in his mind.
Too much archwork.
But, to keep the area open for his client, but keep the roof supported… arches and buttresses it is.
He smiled, stretching out his back. Oh, he would pay for this with being stiff come Monday, maybe he should start back up with the tai chi in the morning… Heath leaned his elbow on the console back at the computer and fired up their CAD program.
but here. and his name is Heath. woo! \o/
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One o’clock in the morning and he is still at it. Flickering lights of the city poured in through the windows of the corner office, adding a speckle to the single pool of light illuminating the drafting table. But Heath only had eyes for the plans he was pouring over. Blueprints stacked over and around blueprints, he stood leaning his palms against the lightboard, the monitor from the computer beside him casting a blurry shadow of his form on the far wall.
He was thankful it was casual Friday and he was in jeans, rather than the suits that the firm liked to see their architects in. As if Armani could somehow make the stone support or the metal cooperate. But instead of crisp linen, he moved around the table in comfortable denim, the long sleeves of his white shirt long-since rolled up past his elbows, athletic shoes scuffing against the carpet.
His team had abandoned him around 9:00, remnants of desperately begged for and ordered Chinese food scattered around the periphery of the room. Heath knew he would still be pacing his condo now anyway, so he might as well be working. Brushing blond hair away from his eyes again, he took off his glasses and idly lipped at the earpiece. The coworkers hated when he did that, saying it made him look like a high schooler, but now he was alone, so it didn’t matter. It was their job to deal with the human aspects of the job, anyway. As having the word “Senior” in his job title, Heath focused on the materials and design, which he preferred. He was not above admitting that he was not the best 'people person.' All the others were much better at the schmoozing of clients and contractors, so he was more than willing to leave that to the rest of the architects.
Still, his job did require acting as a go between, taking what the clients wanted, the engineers said the materials could handle, and the contractors said that they could pull off. Then his duty was to take all of that and turn it into an aesthetically pleasing and interesting building.
And these disjointed demands were particularly difficult. The client wanted more open space than the materials really allowed, and they were very much against more support beams. A sigh escaped him, and Heath let his head drop over the table. The pencil which was perpetually tucked behind his ear slipped free, clattering to the table. Heath made a face and blew the hair away from his forehead, staring as the pencil as it bounced end to end then settled and rolled to his hips. Then he stopped, tipping his head. The rocking motion of the pencil tipping off an old critique from his professors in his mind.
Too much archwork.
But, to keep the area open for his client, but keep the roof supported… arches and buttresses it is.
He smiled, stretching out his back. Oh, he would pay for this with being stiff come Monday, maybe he should start back up with the tai chi in the morning… Heath leaned his elbow on the console back at the computer and fired up their CAD program.
