blizzard song / felicity.
Mar 23, 2024 23:42:47 GMT -5
Post by nolan goode 10m / kaitlin. on Mar 23, 2024 23:42:47 GMT -5
FELICITY
CARROW.
The sun wakes everything up.
The melting snow buries the traces Marceline and Hal leave behind, and after awhile Felicity relents to the force of nature and instead choose nurture. The part of her that soars every time she hears the crunch beneath her boots, the familiar sounds of snow melting into a slushy mess. It's painfully familiar, sending pangs through the resolve of cold that's held her aloft these last days.
She basks in it, the smell of wet pine, the low chittering of birds she can't see. It makes her cast her eyes upward, hungry for that feeling she'd had in the heat of the fight earlier. The way everything had sharpened to a point, the whole world the tip of a dart, the way she could see all of it, taste all of it, feel all of it. That third eye, that unrelenting focus, that ability to process the whole world in the span of a second. She wants it back.
Pausing in a small clearing, Felicity inhales the fresh wind; tipping her head back further, she takes the helmet off so she can feel the breeze through her hair.
When she opens her eyes, another golden pair look intelligently back.
CARROW.
The sun wakes everything up.
The melting snow buries the traces Marceline and Hal leave behind, and after awhile Felicity relents to the force of nature and instead choose nurture. The part of her that soars every time she hears the crunch beneath her boots, the familiar sounds of snow melting into a slushy mess. It's painfully familiar, sending pangs through the resolve of cold that's held her aloft these last days.
She basks in it, the smell of wet pine, the low chittering of birds she can't see. It makes her cast her eyes upward, hungry for that feeling she'd had in the heat of the fight earlier. The way everything had sharpened to a point, the whole world the tip of a dart, the way she could see all of it, taste all of it, feel all of it. That third eye, that unrelenting focus, that ability to process the whole world in the span of a second. She wants it back.
Pausing in a small clearing, Felicity inhales the fresh wind; tipping her head back further, she takes the helmet off so she can feel the breeze through her hair.
When she opens her eyes, another golden pair look intelligently back.
does misty want to stay?
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