Random Line(s) Of The Day:
From an as-yet-untitled thing, featuring one new character and one very old character, for which I downloaded No Strings Attached. I have this Thing for characters with communication difficulties and for Fish Out Of Water stories; the former sometimes begets the latter, sometimes it’s the other way ‘round.
At any rate, here’s the opening section — enjoy, or something. (And no, he’s not an angel, for once.)
The sun was shining on him, warming him and he turned his face into it. The sun was up, which meant it was time to stretch, to pr- He sat up in a panic, casting his hands- Hands.
Hands, held up between his eyes and the perfect spring sky, pale and horrible and useless. He touched his face, flat and lumpy and wrong, with a knobby protrusion and rubbery lips where-
He wrapped his arms around himself, suddenly aware of too many sensations. A cold breeze played over him, the sun was too hot, there were pointy things digging in to the repulsive pale skin that covered him from stupid round head to dumb stiff clumsy feet… And worst of all was that his wings were gone. If he’d had them, at least he could have hidden, could have found shelter from the wind.
How had he ended up like this? He remembered falling, through light and dark, bright gold and chill silver. He didn’t remember landing; didn’t remember why he fell in the first place, either. Well, whatever had happened, he was here now, and he would simply have to adapt, migrate, evolve or die.
Fortunately, he still remembered that he was very very good at adapting.
