Inspiration
Virkold collapsed onto the couch with an exhausted sigh. He nearly fell asleep at that very instant, but he knew he didn't have time. He had to get back to work. Just enough of a break for dinner with the family...
His wife stepped into the doorway, drying off a plate with a dingy towel. “Honey. You can't keep working like this.”
“Nhh. Sure I can. Somehow.” His wife just frowned. “Ancestors will give me... ss...”
“...Honey?” Virkold jolted in his seat.
“I'm awake! I can work!” He blinked around absently before refocusing on his wife.
“Is this secret project really that important? Egbendik knows how hard you're working...”
Virkold leaned his head back against the couch, letting his eyes roll up to look at the ceiling. He tried to picture it in his head. An Amarrian ship with eight of those monstrous lasers cannons. Darting about through space, nimbly dodging around Minmatar battleships as it melted them to pieces. He gritted his teeth.
“Yeah. It's important.”
“Harjolf! Careful!” Virkold glanced up as Harjolf, their eight-year old son rushed into the room. He held two ships in his hands and swooped them through the air.
“Pew pew pew! KABOOM!” The boy tossed the Caldari Drake toy into the air, sending it on a wild spin down to the floor where it bounced across the carpet and against an old storage box in the corner. Luckily, it was as resilient as it's namesake. “Yeah! The Gallente win!” Harjolf danced about with the one remaining battlecruiser toy in his hand. Virkold laughed lightly and let his head fall back against the couch again.
Virkold's wife smiled, setting down the plate and rag on an end table before kneeling beside Harjolf. “Harjolf, you know that's not how it flies...”
Virkold blinked at the ceiling, then looked to his wife and son. He stared at the toy.
“You've got it upside down.”
Virkold's eyes widened.
“And backwards too.”
Virkold's eyes grew as wide as saucers.
“I know, momma... but this is how it looks cool!”
“YES! THAT'S PERFECT!”
Virkold leaped up from the couch as he shouted, startling the two.
“...I GOTTA GO.”
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