Note: Written for my prompts table at the livejournal community ka_verse. Prompt #3, "vast"
Celestial
On bright nights like these, he can't hold still at all.
He watches the moon with his only-human eyes and the spectacle of pinpoint lights above and forever spins him restless. Whatever's been broken inside, there will always be this unresisting boy in the dark.
Sometimes, Tobias almost thinks he's still losing sleep in a cramped room. Almost catches himself still wasting wishes to the glowing stars and moons trapped on his ceiling.
The hawk lifts away from the flesh-blood body right on time, and infinity up here is a little less daunting. Tobias soars below horizons, lets the night sky take him up into its grasp.
There was a thick old book he once scanned blearily, caught in the lack of sleep by lackluster lamplight. The memory of the words he put to mind are one of his clearest—Daylight is the hawk's only hunting ground.
Nighttime isn't for the likes of him—Tobias's instinct tells him that.
But on bright nights like these, he is always who he is. And the boy, the lost boy he never ceases to be, is complete.
The sky has never let him down before.