Something quick and short for @blackpaladinweek day 1, Time & Space (and I find it kind of funny that it’s the same prompt as shalluraweek day 1).
Shiro dreams he can fly.
When he closes his eyes, he can feel his body float; weightless, detached from the shackles of gravity, with nothing but the void touching his skin. He has wings in those dreams, huge limbs made of clouds and moonlight growing on his back.
He feels the wind on his skin, tantalising promises of freedom beyond imagination whispered softly against his ear; a voice that isn’t from this world and yet so, so familiar, beckoning him to dive into the limitless expanse of the sky.
He spreads his wings, and flies.
He soars into the sky until the world becomes patches of green and yellow and blue at his feet. He rises above the clouds, and he’s surrounded by a fluffy sea tinted in warm oranges and deep purples by the golden light of the setting sun.
And then he flies higher, higher, and the last tie bounding him to the Earth snaps and he’s in space. The vastness of infinity is overwhelming, but his heart is filled with ineffable happiness. Around him, an endless canopy of stars welcomes him home.
Shiro wakes up.
His mouth is awfully dry, his body hurts. He’s fallen asleep on his desk, an assortment of books, notes and reports serving as a hard pillow. He sits up, his neck cracks, and he stretches his sore muscles. On the other side of the window, the blue light of dawn outlines the grey buildings of the Garrison.
Shiro opens the window, the chilling morning breeze chases away the last traces of sleep from his eyes. He sees the stars fade on the sky, and thinks of his dream.
Someday, he’ll be up there. Someday, soon, so soon he can almost feel it in his bones, an anticipation that’s been growing on him since he was a child.
He can’t wait to
fly among stars.