Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2016 13:47:19 GMT -8
Though the greenhouse was technically the tallest point of the roof, Twitch didn't trust the glass. Plus, there didn't really look to be a good place to sit on it. Luckily the Astronomy building wasn't that much shorter and looked much better for lounging. So Twitch scrambled awkwardly up the side and worked his way carefully across the roof to the side of the building that fell straight off down to the ground. It was a long way down. Trusting his balance and his gift, Twtich leaned far out over the edge, grinning. He loved being this high up. There was a strong, cold wind that tugged at his clothes and bit through the battered denim jacket he'd thrown on over the striped long-sleeved shirt. Since it was a weekend he hadn't bothered to dress up, instead dressing in what was most comfortable for him. That meant his jeans were worn threadbare in places and ripped open across one knee from seam to seam.
Satisfied with the height he was at, he sat down on the edge and slung his legs over, feet dangling over the long drop. He braced his hands on the roof and leaned back, closing his eyes against the early morning sun. He didn't expect a lot of people to wander up here- it was getting too cold to use the pool and it was something like 7am on a Saturday. He suspected most students would be sleeping in. That option was denied him, but he'd managed a solid three or four hours of sleep the night before. It put him in a relatively good mood.
He cracked his eyes open to look out over the landscape and pursed his lips. An off-key, broken whistle escaped him, mostly flat but after a few moments it picked up into a sort of jaunty tune. It was a beautiful day. The crisp wind reminded him a bit of where he grew up, as did sitting up some place high and lonely like this. Unlike his childhood, he wouldn't have been bothered by being interrupted. These days he had plenty of loneliness. His feet kicked slowly in the open air, completely unafraid.
Twitch had never been afraid of heights. He'd never feared falling. Any time he had, his gift had caught him. He knew from experience that even now it would, even if he didn't like the consequences. Though he didn't really think of it that way, that innate sense was one of the few things that allowed him to begin to trust himself again. He used to have full confidence in his abilities. That had been shaken but slowly, year by year, he built it back.
Satisfied with the height he was at, he sat down on the edge and slung his legs over, feet dangling over the long drop. He braced his hands on the roof and leaned back, closing his eyes against the early morning sun. He didn't expect a lot of people to wander up here- it was getting too cold to use the pool and it was something like 7am on a Saturday. He suspected most students would be sleeping in. That option was denied him, but he'd managed a solid three or four hours of sleep the night before. It put him in a relatively good mood.
He cracked his eyes open to look out over the landscape and pursed his lips. An off-key, broken whistle escaped him, mostly flat but after a few moments it picked up into a sort of jaunty tune. It was a beautiful day. The crisp wind reminded him a bit of where he grew up, as did sitting up some place high and lonely like this. Unlike his childhood, he wouldn't have been bothered by being interrupted. These days he had plenty of loneliness. His feet kicked slowly in the open air, completely unafraid.
Twitch had never been afraid of heights. He'd never feared falling. Any time he had, his gift had caught him. He knew from experience that even now it would, even if he didn't like the consequences. Though he didn't really think of it that way, that innate sense was one of the few things that allowed him to begin to trust himself again. He used to have full confidence in his abilities. That had been shaken but slowly, year by year, he built it back.
