Airplanes
Hope is the thing with wings.
Kazahaya didn't understand. Was hope a bird? It could even be an airplane. Maybe a dragonfly.
"What're you staring at, Kaza-chan?" Kakei asked, curious and maybe a little freaked out at the blank, almost empty look on the blondie's face.
"Kakei. What has wings?" Kazahaya wasn't really paying attention to the answer, and then all of a sudden, he wanted to know. What else had wings? What was hope, and why was it so important.
"What? Um, angels. Penguins. Butterflies?" Kakei was, to say the least, confused. Was Kazahaya entering a trance again? He motioned Rikuo over, and they both kneeled in front of Kazahaya's armchair. They were in the library for a rare break, and Kazahaya was really enjoying it.
"Yes, of course. Perhaps it's a penguin?! Wouldn't that be something…I've never seen a penguin, Kakei-san! I've seen butterflies, though…" He trailed off, looking deep in thought.
"He's gone mental…" Rikuo glanced at the book in his hands. "Hey, wait, didn't you say we were looking for a book of poetry? Perhaps-Emily Dickinson?"
"Hope is the thing with wings." Kakei quoted. "Yep, that would do it."
Kazahaya was nodding frantically, though his eyes were still unfocused.
"The greatest glory lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." He muttered, so far gone he didn't even notice them pack him up and trundle him outside and onto the sidewalk. "Wings…"
