If he's making any sound, the rush of his descent is tearing it away, much too fast, much too far to hear, falling out of the sky on a true-line - down, down through shadows towards the flickering pinprick of their fire and suddenly for a split second
CRACK
it disappears.
And then reappears, one solitary light in the flat, unending black.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2008-03-05 03:10 am (UTC)Not yet.
If he's making any sound, the rush of his descent is tearing it away, much too fast, much too far to hear, falling out of the sky on a true-line - down, down through shadows towards the flickering pinprick of their fire and suddenly for a split second
CRACK
it disappears.
And then reappears, one solitary light in the flat, unending black.