http://nobodyspoke.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] nobodyspoke.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs 2011-10-06 10:56 pm (UTC)

He would have flinched at the German if he weren't so utterly horrified with what he saw.

And relieved. All he expected: black soot skies, gray dirt... gray people in gray clothes with one smear of colour on them to identify their crime for living with no hope for anything except possibly the relief of death. Everything he had horribly concocted was destroyed the instant the sun beat down on them and there were no cries in other languages, no barked orders, no alarms.

Just sunlight and the hum of a town living and breathing.

The club sighs....

three men's lives are changed forever.

The ... normalcy of the entire place catches him off guard and for a moment he's certain he's dreaming and he can laugh and breath now.

Except he still feels those wings, can still feel the heat on his neck and the sun is too realistically blinding to be a creation of his own mind.

So it's all real. It seemed too docile though, and Kim felt exposed with no shadows to hide in or walls to duck behind.

His wings shuddered.

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