we used to play outside when we were young & full of life & full of love
So it is a man! You knew it!
A fucking giant of a man at that. Why on earth the Gods decided some people needed to be this tall is beyond you. As you peer up at the man you raise a hand to your forehead, shielding the sun and exaggerating how high you have to tilt your head. "Think I liked ya better as a bird," you mutter, taking in the scars and tattoos and little amused huff.
Continuing your leisurely pace to shore, you turn away from the man, already feeling a crick in your neck. Now that he's a real boy again you're not really sure where to go from here: if there's something he wanted he hasn't made it clear, and if he's a spy he's doing a shit job of it. Though something about him is definitely familiar - you've seen him in Torchline before. Searching your brain for the memory, you blink when it comes to you at last. "Hey- ain't you the guy with the boxing ring? Sun-somethin'?"
A fucking giant of a man at that. Why on earth the Gods decided some people needed to be this tall is beyond you. As you peer up at the man you raise a hand to your forehead, shielding the sun and exaggerating how high you have to tilt your head. "Think I liked ya better as a bird," you mutter, taking in the scars and tattoos and little amused huff.
Continuing your leisurely pace to shore, you turn away from the man, already feeling a crick in your neck. Now that he's a real boy again you're not really sure where to go from here: if there's something he wanted he hasn't made it clear, and if he's a spy he's doing a shit job of it. Though something about him is definitely familiar - you've seen him in Torchline before. Searching your brain for the memory, you blink when it comes to you at last. "Hey- ain't you the guy with the boxing ring? Sun-somethin'?"
zephyr
