if you're still breathing [rosalina]
Feb 19, 2015 18:43:28 GMT -5
Post by jake on Feb 19, 2015 18:43:28 GMT -5
It was winter, and such a season fell thick and hard around absolutely everything. It made his head spin and the breath in his lungs freeze where it sits. That's something he can't stand. Freezing. Everything is freezing, right down to his bones and through his soul. Maine. He loved Maine for its mild summers and seasons that seemed to stretch on endlessly, but... but winter was one of them. Winter was something that he'd been exposed to as a child, and he'd known it to come every year as such. That's how he kept time-- winters. What a sad fact.
He moved with grace through the snow, quickly, seeming to barely touch the ground between breaths. Up and over, over and up, again and again and again. In perfect time with himself and the world around. Wind at his back, leaping over fallen trees and anything else in the road that had been coated with snow. Places where it had drifted up against... whatever they'd originally been? Trees? Fence posts? He couldn't tell anymore. It was at a dead run that he made off, and he couldn't help that. It was what he was bred for-- fast. Faster and faster. You couldn't catch him, even if you really wanted to. Crash would have to let you. Sometimes the power went to his head.
What fascinated him, he finally found, was the appearance of the water park. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but there were deep pools where the snow seemed to fill several feet. Yes. Without another thought in his head, wind pushing him forward, Crash pitched himself down into it. What an exhilarating feeling. It brought him to life in the fading dusk, no concern for how the snow clung to his coat and stung his airway. It didn't matter. Everything was beautiful.
Such was winter in Crash's world.