but now it is a competition of whichever is heavier:
my will, or the pull of gravity into the grave
my will, or the pull of gravity into the grave
Different as he looks to these eyes, he is still magnificent. Hues of navy and cobalt, wings spread wide and fearless, a splash of color against the void of white around them. This she stifles with a tighter hand than any other emotion, unwilling to let it slip through lest it widen the crack that he can surely already see - a fissure hiding the leviathan of emotions below.
It’s easier to focus on his demonstration instead, and she tracks his movements with that single-minded focus she has always been known for. Cataloguing, memorizing, copying each motion in her mind’s eye. Okay, she mutters, the oddity of talking to herself but still translating it over the bond still new to her. Hotaru doesn’t let herself hesitate this time, doesn’t get caught up in the stress and tension of trying to prepare for and anticipate wind streams she’ll never be able to see coming. Lets the bird take over a little more, even though they are one and the same, and rolls with the wind against her belly as her wings tilt into a perfect slant that sends her banking through empty air. Exhilaration suffuses their bond, her astounded laughter ringing between them.
If it can feel like that all the time, I might be convinced, her laughter dispersed to give way to words, bubbly as they still remain as Hotaru levels out back into an easy coasting glide. Casting her gaze around for him - needlessly, really. He will be right there with her and she knows it, and that knowledge sobers her immediately. What next oh wise one?
It’s easier to focus on his demonstration instead, and she tracks his movements with that single-minded focus she has always been known for. Cataloguing, memorizing, copying each motion in her mind’s eye. Okay, she mutters, the oddity of talking to herself but still translating it over the bond still new to her. Hotaru doesn’t let herself hesitate this time, doesn’t get caught up in the stress and tension of trying to prepare for and anticipate wind streams she’ll never be able to see coming. Lets the bird take over a little more, even though they are one and the same, and rolls with the wind against her belly as her wings tilt into a perfect slant that sends her banking through empty air. Exhilaration suffuses their bond, her astounded laughter ringing between them.
If it can feel like that all the time, I might be convinced, her laughter dispersed to give way to words, bubbly as they still remain as Hotaru levels out back into an easy coasting glide. Casting her gaze around for him - needlessly, really. He will be right there with her and she knows it, and that knowledge sobers her immediately. What next oh wise one?
