[CHAPTER 02 - SCENE] Fly With Me.
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abyssianmelodyWho: Zelos Wilder, Philia Felice
Where: Daath.
When: After Collete and Philia chat about Zelos and how charming he is.
Warnings: Nada.
It was rather early in the morning, birds were chirping, the sun was shining. Another beautiful day in Daath, but from Zelos was standing he couldn’t observe its true beauty. He had woken up early, finding himself not needing as much sleep as he used to. Blaming it on his new found power and strength, he sighed. Zelos always did like his beauty sleep and new power or not, he was determined to get as much as he could, even if he didn’t need it. Waking up and packing what he needed could only take so long, and he soon found himself wandering around the Cathedral, visiting places he used to visit as a pastime till everyone woke up and was ready to leave.
Opening the heavy door he stood in front of, Zelos entered the one room he tended to frequently visit the most, the training room. All of the knights were either still asleep or out on early morning patrols around the city, so the training room remained bare and quiet during these hours. Crossing his arms and smiling thoughtfully, he stepped further into the large vacant room, scanning every inch and detail before pausing in the middle.
Lightbulb!
Large vacant room? That sounded like the perfect place to test out his wings. Having yet to test their capabilities in battle and flight, this seemed like the perfect opportunity. Closing his eyes and concentrating for a brief moment, he allowed his wings to fade into sight with a large burst of orange and red light. Zelos folded them in around his body, and carefully began stroking the large colorful appendages.
Where: Daath.
When: After Collete and Philia chat about Zelos and how charming he is.
Warnings: Nada.
It was rather early in the morning, birds were chirping, the sun was shining. Another beautiful day in Daath, but from Zelos was standing he couldn’t observe its true beauty. He had woken up early, finding himself not needing as much sleep as he used to. Blaming it on his new found power and strength, he sighed. Zelos always did like his beauty sleep and new power or not, he was determined to get as much as he could, even if he didn’t need it. Waking up and packing what he needed could only take so long, and he soon found himself wandering around the Cathedral, visiting places he used to visit as a pastime till everyone woke up and was ready to leave.
Opening the heavy door he stood in front of, Zelos entered the one room he tended to frequently visit the most, the training room. All of the knights were either still asleep or out on early morning patrols around the city, so the training room remained bare and quiet during these hours. Crossing his arms and smiling thoughtfully, he stepped further into the large vacant room, scanning every inch and detail before pausing in the middle.
Lightbulb!
Large vacant room? That sounded like the perfect place to test out his wings. Having yet to test their capabilities in battle and flight, this seemed like the perfect opportunity. Closing his eyes and concentrating for a brief moment, he allowed his wings to fade into sight with a large burst of orange and red light. Zelos folded them in around his body, and carefully began stroking the large colorful appendages.
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...Because I play such a charming Zelos, amiright?
Date: 2009-06-10 09:32 pm (UTC)Once again scrapping the thought, he folded one of his wings to his body, placing the tip of it in his hand and stroking it lightly with the other. At first the wings didn’t hurt, but once the initial shock blew over, he was hit with small painful twinges and periods of exhaustion and shallow breathing. That was the night before, though. He was feeling fine now, he actually felt better when they were out, more relaxed, all tension being release with them. Sure, they stung briefly as they came out, but he figured that he would just get used to that in time.
He looked at her through sad and thoughtful eyes, “They’re fine,” he replied while still stroking his wing, “Thanks for asking.” He offered a small thankful smile; it wasn’t often that people asked how he was, if he was okay or just acted like they genuinely cared.