You glide.Let me show you something. A little bit of my ablilties as a Gamesprite.
You place your hand over her forehead. Your warm, almost firelike hand warms up her skin and you wish you got her a jacket before you flew fucking into the sky. Fuck. You wrap a wing around her to keep her warm. You close your eys, and give her a sense of the sky. Nothing like real sight, but just feelings.
Free.
Open.
Air.
You lost your Rose. Your fault. You want to do everything you can to make the live of Roses better.
You open your eyes, exhausted from the effort, and hover in the air with her.
They’re impressive, to be sure. I don’t encounter many flying people within my rather conventional universe.
You relax a little bit, as he carried your weight and warmed you with a wing. Your eyes’ blank expression glided across him, unseeing, but you knew where he was and faced him in order to give him a kind smile.
It’s refreshing up here, isn’t it?
(Source : orphiste-blog)