6 sentence Sunday
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chanter1944From the Not Alone 'verse, from the fic tentatively titled You'll Be Just Fine.
One hard downstroke turns into two, turns into four, and by the time she's at eight she's cleared the level of her railing and the worst of the initial burst of terrified nerves has all but drained away, to be replaced by a building elation that has her beaming behind her mask again and trying not to flail for fear of throwing off her trajectory. From there it's a slow tilt forward into what she thinks is a slightly more aerodynamic atitude, one or two truly spectacular wobbles (and an embarrassingly loud squeak that even startles her when she emits it), a graaaaaadual turn around the near corner of the block of flats across the alley from her own, and--
And she's flying. Oh dear lord in heaven, she's flying. She's not unassisted - she'll never be unassisted when she does any of this, and the day she forgets that is the day she loses any claim to attempts at heroism - but she's abroad, on actual wings, in her city's winter sky. Her amazement and Duusu's joy are coursing like subaudible harmonies, shining, nearly rattling her teeth and bones as they combine.
One hard downstroke turns into two, turns into four, and by the time she's at eight she's cleared the level of her railing and the worst of the initial burst of terrified nerves has all but drained away, to be replaced by a building elation that has her beaming behind her mask again and trying not to flail for fear of throwing off her trajectory. From there it's a slow tilt forward into what she thinks is a slightly more aerodynamic atitude, one or two truly spectacular wobbles (and an embarrassingly loud squeak that even startles her when she emits it), a graaaaaadual turn around the near corner of the block of flats across the alley from her own, and--
And she's flying. Oh dear lord in heaven, she's flying. She's not unassisted - she'll never be unassisted when she does any of this, and the day she forgets that is the day she loses any claim to attempts at heroism - but she's abroad, on actual wings, in her city's winter sky. Her amazement and Duusu's joy are coursing like subaudible harmonies, shining, nearly rattling her teeth and bones as they combine.
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Date: 2019-07-22 04:31 am (UTC)I had to count. Migod yes, only six sentences. So much! crammed (only it doesn't feel crammed) into so little!
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