Deep night air swirled visibly in departing tendrils of fog as I ghosted along the rooftops. Each footfall was light, as soft as a bird landing, and only the moon could see the smile that twisted my face as I ran. Muted bells chimed the midnight hour from a church to the east. I breathed in rhythm, filling my lungs with brick and mud-scented damp and the sweet air of the night sky above the city. What few golden lights flickered below only accentuated the stars above in their numerous beauty. This space was my wonderland. Columns of chimney smoke held the sky above my head. Higher and higher I climbed, seeking only the next turn, handhold, hoist and leap. The Mantle flapped about my face and body, lending speed and strength in a sharp motion against my skin. Every motion a joy, I peaked upon the bell tower itself, now silent as I swung a wide arc with one arm upon the steeple point, head back, wind buffeting my closed eyes. Crouching, I jumped and felt that pure instant of flight as I embraced my freedom.
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Comments (3 so far!)
Average reader rating 2.50/5
Only in an animé. ;) It's a fun piece to read, with flying and the rooftops and falling and freedom, but the flapping twice in one sentence, and the nonsensical gymnastics pulled me away from reality and into a cartoon place.
- #3192 Posted 2 years ago
I'm reading a mad dash Parkour outing or something not quite human. The scene is described beautifully; I particularly like the way the smoke is holding up the sky. I'm fascinated about where this might be going next.
- #3197 Posted 2 years ago
Aha, the excess flapping has been fixed.
- #3282 Posted 2 years ago
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