[Open] One day you think we'll wake up

[espigeonage]

Who: Julien and OPEN
What: Morose giant bird lets himself be approached.
Where: Various non-crowded places in Locke, Vegas, and Neuschwainstein; in the air, in parks, in large yards. Your character may have gotten in contact with him and arranged to meet, or just encountered him.
When: Vague points in the last few days of January.


Two weeks in the mountains and Julien was coordinated and more or less used to how his body worked now. He still felt fragile and hated the way he looked, the way people looked at him, the new list of limitations. Part of him wanted to go back to the alm and the isolation that came with it. It had been grueling up there and, in its way, peaceful. It had also been hard to bear. He couldn't stay there, he'd known it even before he'd been found. He thrived on people.

...but he couldn't bear to jump back into turmoil and chatter, either. So, compromise. He hovered at the edges of the world he had known and talked to people sometimes, and wondered if he'd ever feel like himself again.

At least the flying was good.

Comments

[espigeonage]

"There's that," he said without enthusiasm. Instead of dying, he gets to live like this. As this. Unless he loses his numbers, and there's no certainty of that.

"Flying's good, though."

[charcoalfeather]

Yeah, like that... The flying bit struck a sour taste in her mouth. Julien could actually fly now, but she still couldn't.

That was just the way, wasn't it.

"So, uh... flying, huh? Where have you been all this time?"

[espigeonage]

"I've been out... well, mostly flying actually. The mountains over around Neuschwanstein are great for that." And for trying to be lost, and for spending so much effort surviving that he doesn't have the energy to think.

It had been nice. "And you, how's your hospital situation been?"