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Drifting, drifting ...

Harpuia half-leaned, half-hung over the balcony of the apartment he'd acquired, and stared down at the street below, the small park across the way. His wings were spread limply against the balcony-railing, shining white and dull jade in the mix of moonlight and glow from the streetlamps.


It's not as if I need fear falling, as if my body needs to fear falling --


He closed his eyes, and the metal rail pealed softly as his wings shivered against it.

First, was the move itself; the rising stress after his one foray to the Nexus, with Leviathan's boyfriend and feeling likely to be in the way -- and then with whatever had happened that had been so horrible and involved someone not from Reality Vanish, had prompted the move to his own apartment. That, compounded with meeting Axl -- another Axl -- and linking up with the RV Hunters in the middle of so much chaos ...


I'm doing what I should be doing. It's all been noted down, even.

Why does it have to be to damned hard?



And now Leviathan was gone altogether, with no explanation and no word. The only other option was to try to contact her directly --


Should I?


... I'm here, and I have to start again. Now.

I'm a fool.

He'd be laughing himself sick.

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May 2008

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