tell me Atlas what is heavier?
the world or its peoples hearts?
the world or its peoples hearts?
The heat is finally beginning to break. The last dregs of summer like sugar that refused to dissolve in a cup of tea. Sweet and lingering, but inevitably doomed to be washed away. Renewed by his reunion with Phoebe and equally troubled by his meeting with Gideon, Harper has resorted once more to wandering. It is easier now with wings to carry him - the lands fall away beneath him as he flies, aimless and indulgent in the sky. Until the rain begins to fall.
He waits to land at first, wanting to learn how to fly in the downfall, but eventually he is forced down through the canopy and back to human form. Except when he does, he realizes he is not alone. The paleness of the woman is impossible to miss amidst the grey and green, but as he turns to greet her all words die in his throat, withering away as if the sun still hung high and scorching overhead. Harper never forgets a face. It was beaten into him as a terrified child undergoing the worst kind of conditioning. And when you take away the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable…it must be true.
Maea is alive.
Stumbling closer, Harper reaches a hand halfway before pausing. Is he sick again? Hallucinating?
“Maea?” Tremulous, both hopeful and scared to be wrong as it escapes his throat.
He waits to land at first, wanting to learn how to fly in the downfall, but eventually he is forced down through the canopy and back to human form. Except when he does, he realizes he is not alone. The paleness of the woman is impossible to miss amidst the grey and green, but as he turns to greet her all words die in his throat, withering away as if the sun still hung high and scorching overhead. Harper never forgets a face. It was beaten into him as a terrified child undergoing the worst kind of conditioning. And when you take away the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable…it must be true.
Maea is alive.
Stumbling closer, Harper reaches a hand halfway before pausing. Is he sick again? Hallucinating?
“Maea?” Tremulous, both hopeful and scared to be wrong as it escapes his throat.
Harper
