SOLDIER BLUE (
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capeandcowllogs2011-08-08 09:36 pm
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my life is one big identity crisis
WHO: Squall and Soldier Blue
WHERE: Some City school lot
WHEN: 8/8, just before the sun sets
WARNINGS: These men are just too pretty someone is going to scowl or dazzle your face off somehow
SUMMARY: Blue quit looking like people other people know you obviously can't deal with it
FORMAT: NO
Flying helped.
In the world he had been pulled from, flying was the byproduct of danger and necessity, never indulged outside of obligation and the role he was set in as Soldier. There was no celebration of power outside of the Shangri-La, and even that was subdued and hushed under the shadow of a government that would eradicate them on-sight.
In the City, the push and pull between native humans and those torn from their own worlds hardly dented the celebration of power and diversity. In ways, the conflict inspired greater pride. Others flew in plain sight regularly, much to Blue's amazement, and slowly learning to embrace the chance - to fly, not flee - had given rise to one of his favorite pastimes. Alone or with the company of Yusuke's grand bird Puu, rising above the swell of voices and feelings like a second thermal gave him a temporary-but-accepted feeling of peace and relief. When the contradictions and conflicts of City life threatened to suffocate, he flew, leaving his tangled thoughts weighted down on the ground.
But gravity was always waiting, and the escape was only temporary. He knew, and shame always came to greet him as his feet returned to the ground. It was the same then, descending as a slow, pale glimmer onto the vacant lot, chain-fenced and darkened. Summer left those places quiet more often than not, and it was well past closing time for the businesses nearby. There were fewer eyes to see, and even in a City full of capes and creatures, some humans still hadn't broken the habit of ignoring the sky as they went about their day.
WHERE: Some City school lot
WHEN: 8/8, just before the sun sets
WARNINGS: These men are just too pretty someone is going to scowl or dazzle your face off somehow
SUMMARY: Blue quit looking like people other people know you obviously can't deal with it
FORMAT: NO
Flying helped.
In the world he had been pulled from, flying was the byproduct of danger and necessity, never indulged outside of obligation and the role he was set in as Soldier. There was no celebration of power outside of the Shangri-La, and even that was subdued and hushed under the shadow of a government that would eradicate them on-sight.
In the City, the push and pull between native humans and those torn from their own worlds hardly dented the celebration of power and diversity. In ways, the conflict inspired greater pride. Others flew in plain sight regularly, much to Blue's amazement, and slowly learning to embrace the chance - to fly, not flee - had given rise to one of his favorite pastimes. Alone or with the company of Yusuke's grand bird Puu, rising above the swell of voices and feelings like a second thermal gave him a temporary-but-accepted feeling of peace and relief. When the contradictions and conflicts of City life threatened to suffocate, he flew, leaving his tangled thoughts weighted down on the ground.
But gravity was always waiting, and the escape was only temporary. He knew, and shame always came to greet him as his feet returned to the ground. It was the same then, descending as a slow, pale glimmer onto the vacant lot, chain-fenced and darkened. Summer left those places quiet more often than not, and it was well past closing time for the businesses nearby. There were fewer eyes to see, and even in a City full of capes and creatures, some humans still hadn't broken the habit of ignoring the sky as they went about their day.
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"Why?" he asked, some of that helpless confusion creeping into his voice. Not why should I, but why would you?
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