He is tired. Very tired.
What... What was I doing... Was I thinking...
Thunder. Rain. Noise.
He shudders because he cannot scream, and a primal fear courses through his body.
I.. I just...
He slumps forward, letting the air which he has learned to wield take him, finally.
Someone.. please...
He is scared, vulnerable, weak, and alone.
Help... me...
Arms are embracing him, holding him in a way that he's never known. It feels warm and comforting, right.
Someone is jabbing him. "Stop that!" someone else yells for him.
Now the arms are turning him, as he opens his eyes, ever so slowly.
Her eyes are bluer than the clearest sapphire sky.
She is gorgeous.
He wonders if she likes penguins.
...
A/N: Just saying, I love the penguin moment and I wanted to do, uh, this. How was it? xox :)
