falke - sam wilson (winterfalcon) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-01-12 11:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, sam wilson / falke (au) |
Who: Sam Wilson (AU)
Where: On top of the ship
When: Around the time the scouts head out + afterwards
What: Falke's twitchiness comes to a head
Warnings: Mental illness, drowning, captivity, violence
There was something about being surrounded by so much water that liked to reach down Falke's throat and squeeze at his heart and lungs. His long distance eyesight was fantastic but even flying up, up above the boat he couldn't see anywhere to go, just endless shades of blue and grey melting into each other until he could barely tell where the horizon was, how far away it might have been. He could leave, but he'd only be guessing at which direction might hold the closest land, and eventually he'd have to rest. Not for a while, though. Not for a long enough time that by then he'd be well out of sight range of the boat, and the idea of that, of slowly succumbing to exhaustion until he couldn't keep himself in the air and still nothing to be seen in any direction, leaving him with no option but to spread his wings out wide and hope the flat surface would keep him afloat for a while before he was dragged under and the water closed in around him, wiping away any sign that he'd ever been there, clutched persistently at the back of his mind ready to chase away any other thoughts any time it felt like it wasn't getting enough attention. |