let the sun wrap its arms around me
Peter Petrelli has been having dreams, visions, maybe. Visions of him falling, of him falling and never hitting the ground. Sometimes, he's sure he can feel the wind rush past him and cease to a blinding halt, but he always wakes up.
He dreams of flying with people and just running and going and never looking back.
So he stands on the ledge of a building somewhere, the city becoming so unfamiliar from above, eyes closed and breathing even. Nathan is probably still staring up at him below, but his mind has moved past that. He wants to be something, become something.
Part of him is terrified, part of him is so scared to test his theories. But something out rules that, so its with an even step he begins to make that heavy descent, wind curling around him and he focuses, tries so hard to find what made him took flight.
(ooc: Still vague enough, I hope. Anyone is welcome, can see him fall or he could be lying on the ground when someone finds him. It matters not to me, just had the urge to write him. ^^)
He dreams of flying with people and just running and going and never looking back.
So he stands on the ledge of a building somewhere, the city becoming so unfamiliar from above, eyes closed and breathing even. Nathan is probably still staring up at him below, but his mind has moved past that. He wants to be something, become something.
Part of him is terrified, part of him is so scared to test his theories. But something out rules that, so its with an even step he begins to make that heavy descent, wind curling around him and he focuses, tries so hard to find what made him took flight.
(ooc: Still vague enough, I hope. Anyone is welcome, can see him fall or he could be lying on the ground when someone finds him. It matters not to me, just had the urge to write him. ^^)