The sky is at once vast and confining without Rachel. It’s a boundless prison, because flight is supposed to be his escape, but everything is touched with her memory. The colour, on bright days, brings back her eyes in a certain light. Wind in the trees recalls her breath, or her laughter. The texture of a freshly caught mouse reminds him of Rachel roaring and sinking her teeth into Hork-Bajir flesh. Once he sees a bald eagle soaring miles above him, and traces every feather of her wings, imagining Rachel flying beside him (of course the eagle is female, he assures himself; there’s no possibility she wouldn’t be). Another time he catches sight of a bright yellow kite and remembers eating McDonalds in the woods on one of their weird almost-dates. It’s painful, but somehow, after a while, he doesn’t mind the pain because it keeps her alive for him.
fill (for once, it's not angst)
-
-
-
The sky is at once vast and confining without Rachel. It’s a boundless prison, because flight is supposed to be his escape, but everything is touched with her memory. The colour, on bright days, brings back her eyes in a certain light. Wind in the trees recalls her breath, or her laughter. The texture of a freshly caught mouse reminds him of Rachel roaring and sinking her teeth into Hork-Bajir flesh. Once he sees a bald eagle soaring miles above him, and traces every feather of her wings, imagining Rachel flying beside him (of course the eagle is female, he assures himself; there’s no possibility she wouldn’t be). Another time he catches sight of a bright yellow kite and remembers eating McDonalds in the woods on one of their weird almost-dates. It’s painful, but somehow, after a while, he doesn’t mind the pain because it keeps her alive for him.