05-31-2018, 09:42 AM
the secret of our world is written in the stars
He’s sprinting away from her (maybe skipping, but even in a dream world he is uncoordinated), breathless and spinning with arms stretched wide in this vivid dream-world, bouts of laughter spilling from his lips. She calls his name and for a moment he almost decides to ignore her, hellbent on splashing into the lagoon and feeling what dream-water would feel on this body she has crafted for him. But he’s found himself frozen, and with a wickedly terrible frown deepening on his face he turns to her, completely immobile and completely infuriated that she has made it so.
“Whyyyy are you - ” being such a fun sucker, he was going to say, but he is cut off by his own surprise. Wings, feathered and gold and brilliant blue, sprout from his shoulder blades, cascading down his back in an ethereal and stunning fashion, his cerulean gaze widening as they magically appear. He turns about wildly, trying to see them fully himself, spinning this way and that before he finally stops (a bit dizzy) and reaches behind him to grab at the lower part of the wing near his thigh, his unfamiliar fingers feeling the soft downy and velvet of the blue and gold feathers. His face whirls up to meet hers, and for a moment he thinks about kissing her again out of sheer exhilaration and happiness, but the need to try flying overcomes that urge.
The wings unfurl, large and beautiful behind him, appearing almost angelic in the soft sunshine of dream-Ischia’s beautiful lagoon. Without much thought he makes them sweep beside him in great, whirlwinding flaps, a shout of glee erupting from his face as he begins to lift off the white sand beneath him. The moment only causes him to beat the wings more steadily, carrying him up and up and up until he is maybe a few hundred feet above the ground. He glances down at Kagerus below him, another peal of laughter falling from his chest, and with a wave, begins to dip and dive and spin in ways he never thought he could.
Soon, Svedka is comfortable with the new appendages, and his flight pattern becomes gutsy and ever-faster. He’s laughing the entire time, shouting down at Kagerus randomly (Watch this! Did you see that?!) as he goes higher and higher, each time more bold than the last. He dives steeply at one point, head-first towards the ground, before turning up at the very last second and barreling towards Kagerus with a wild grin and endless laughter. He grabs her with sturdy hands, lifting her up off of the ground and spiraling high into the air with the wind pulling at his hair. “Where should we go?!” He shouts to her over the sound of whipping wind and her screams of protest.
“Whyyyy are you - ” being such a fun sucker, he was going to say, but he is cut off by his own surprise. Wings, feathered and gold and brilliant blue, sprout from his shoulder blades, cascading down his back in an ethereal and stunning fashion, his cerulean gaze widening as they magically appear. He turns about wildly, trying to see them fully himself, spinning this way and that before he finally stops (a bit dizzy) and reaches behind him to grab at the lower part of the wing near his thigh, his unfamiliar fingers feeling the soft downy and velvet of the blue and gold feathers. His face whirls up to meet hers, and for a moment he thinks about kissing her again out of sheer exhilaration and happiness, but the need to try flying overcomes that urge.
The wings unfurl, large and beautiful behind him, appearing almost angelic in the soft sunshine of dream-Ischia’s beautiful lagoon. Without much thought he makes them sweep beside him in great, whirlwinding flaps, a shout of glee erupting from his face as he begins to lift off the white sand beneath him. The moment only causes him to beat the wings more steadily, carrying him up and up and up until he is maybe a few hundred feet above the ground. He glances down at Kagerus below him, another peal of laughter falling from his chest, and with a wave, begins to dip and dive and spin in ways he never thought he could.
Soon, Svedka is comfortable with the new appendages, and his flight pattern becomes gutsy and ever-faster. He’s laughing the entire time, shouting down at Kagerus randomly (Watch this! Did you see that?!) as he goes higher and higher, each time more bold than the last. He dives steeply at one point, head-first towards the ground, before turning up at the very last second and barreling towards Kagerus with a wild grin and endless laughter. He grabs her with sturdy hands, lifting her up off of the ground and spiraling high into the air with the wind pulling at his hair. “Where should we go?!” He shouts to her over the sound of whipping wind and her screams of protest.
(be my escape)
Svedka
@[Kagerus]
ur welcome