eiansadri (eiansadri) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2013-03-02 22:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | eian sadri, kaylee moreau |
May 2, 2013
Eian, Kaylee, Open
Golden Gate Bridge
10:00am
It didn't matter how many times he had seen it; whenever he was walking along the pedestrian side of the Golden Gate Bridge, the immense man-made structure brought a sense of wonder. Even now, though it was foggy and he couldn't see the ocean below, or the tall towers of the bridge, he was struck by architectural marvel. He wasn't even aware that below him, a massive cargo ship was passing under the bridge. Cars were lined up, traffic held up because of the thickness of the fog.
As a result, there weren't a lot of people on the bridge. To most people, it was creepy. Visibility was only teen feet either way, and then it became obscured. It really felt like he had reached the end of the world, that beyond this little strip of bridge, there was only a light gray abyss. Eian was surrounded by a busy city, but somehow the fog muted out its sounds.
Two Japanese tourists walked by, disappointment on their faces. They wanted to see the view from the bridge, wanted to experience its immensity, but the fog had ruined that chance. Eian continued walking, the hoody of his black sweater drawn back. White earphones ran from his ears, down to his pocket where music was playing from; his backpack hung low from his shoulders. Ten feet above him, he could see the lights from faeries playing around the suspension cables like little lightning bugs in the mist.
It made him a little sad that not everyone could experience the world like this. That most of the time his ears had to be masked my glamor. The Veil was much like this fog was to the disappointed tourists. It obscured what should be an amazing view.
When he reached the center of the bridge's span, Eian stopped and leaned on the railing, one foot up on the bottom bar. His skinny black pants sagged a little to reveal light blue boxer-briefs and a white stud-belt. He looked down at the white nothingness that stretched out, finally hearing the sounds of the ship passing below. Maybe it was a trick of the eye, but he thought he could see a shadow of movement, a disturbance in the fog as it sailed through.
The one thing about this fog, was that it also gave him a chance to be free. So, with a soft sigh, he closed his eyes and released the glamor. It was like a burden lifted from his shoulders. His ears appeared in their natural, pointed state, and his skin took on a slightly ethereal sheen. Even the irises of his eyes seemed more vibrant. He was attractive in his mundane form, too, but his natural form just added a hint of mysticism.
It was risky, but in this fog, if anyone happened to see him, he could quickly revert back to his mundane form and could blame it on a trick of the weather. There were creatures all over the city doing the same thing, he was sure. One of the reasons San Francisco was such a popular spot for the "supernatural" was the fact that almost every day, the fog was thick enough to allow them to come out and play.