six or seven sentence Sunday, or so
Nov. 3rd, 2019 10:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chanter1944From the next chapter of You'll Be Just Fine.
"Uh, leaving aside the question of how the hell you just did that," Didier says, gesturing with one gloved hand, and the resolute, building animation is, Émilie thinks, part and parcel of what this man's been feeling for minutes already, "because I simply don't have time to ask for the underpinning details, can she take a rider? Can she fly me up there? Can she fly me to that high window without hurting herself, and get me near enough to climb in?" Yes, the animation's definitely based in the same fundamental drive. She can feel it.
"Uh, leaving aside the question of how the hell you just did that," Didier says, gesturing with one gloved hand, and the resolute, building animation is, Émilie thinks, part and parcel of what this man's been feeling for minutes already, "because I simply don't have time to ask for the underpinning details, can she take a rider? Can she fly me up there? Can she fly me to that high window without hurting herself, and get me near enough to climb in?" Yes, the animation's definitely based in the same fundamental drive. She can feel it.
