Liam Roberts is an (author) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-05-22 14:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *narrative, liam roberts |
DC: Liam R
Who: Liam Roberts
What: A narrative
Where: Gotham City
When: Last night
Warnings/Rating: None
Every time he went out, he grew a little more confident, a little more sure in his (and his wings) ability to hold him, to grant him this moment of freedom in the night sky. He never went out until far after midnight, until the city grew as still as it ever did, and then he'd find his way to the roof to stand, to watch, to feel the night air against his face.
He'd move to the edge of the roof, toes hanging over into the air beneath him, wearing only trousers, toes bare, chest bare, and he'd let his wings spread, stretching. The pull was in his shoulders, his back, down his torso, and he could feel the different muscles that had formed since the pulse, the way they worked together in order to move those wings that he had hated and still somewhat despised, but was learning to work with. Feathers rustled in the air, pure white and crisp, and with his heart pounding the way it always did before he jumped, Liam closed his eyes, took a step, and-
His wings caught the air, stretched far and strong, and after a dizzying dive towards the ground, several hard flaps took him up higher to where the currents in the air could hold him. There was a laugh that the air stole away from him, the wind against his face as he flew away from his building, from the safe little place he had carved out in this city. The night sky was his only companion, the moon hanging high, and for this short time, Liam felt free.