Heed Not the Rabble Sing (Open) Jun 15, 2017 8:37:39 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2017 8:37:39 GMT -6
Celebrity was overrated. It was a good thing then that he didn't have much of it yet. For all his bluster, Zane couldn't imagine not being able to walk down the street without being hassled, or wander a bookstore in anonymity, or do stupid and ridiculous shehnanigans for the sheer joy of being alive and not have it wind up in the papers. ENgland National Team beater Shepard found dancing in a field after drunken escapades!. Sometime the pull of the moon was strong enough to influence his gravity too. Pull him down from his broom, pull his mind back from elevated thinkng, and just clam him. So what if he wasn't supposed to be on the top of a warehouse at eleven at night. It was safer than woods on a full moon. He was reckless, but he wasn't stupid. No more night hikes by full moon as soon as he became a wizard. Ignorance was bliss and life-saving. But a warehouse would do. The lights below streamed along like many multi-colored fish along black river roads. The buildings lit up with their yellow windows like some vast underwater kingdom winking in and out in the murky blackenss of night. But was it ever fully night in London? Yes, and no. Night was in the mind. To make a distinction between waking and sleep. So he sat on the roof, legs over the edge. Proximity thrilled his blood and muted his impulsiveness. If he was this close to danger, he couldn't be impulsive, never mind that his freewheeling inclinations were what brought him too the roof in the first place. If he fell, he woudln't have his broom to catch him. He sat and felt the breeze wash through is hair like a tide and he whispered to magic he knew and science that wasn't divine.