Don't You Want To Fly? | Private | Chaotic & Viola

when i wake up i'm afraid...

On the very top of a tower, vieled by cool clouds yet illuminated by daylight, settled a girl. Toes curled onto the edge of the building with a brown mound of fur clamouring at her from behind, frantic and worried. Widened golden irises only met stretched lips of restlessness, and lengthy white hair - somewhat blondeish from the reflect of the sun. What was she doing? What was happening? Anybody that was nearby would most likely mistake this as an attempt at suicide, when in reality, it was just an odd, overly intruigued girl that pondered if her magic could make her fly. Although, her friend behind her seemed to think her thoughts were to over the edge - and as usual, persisted she shouldn't do something so life-risking. "You can't even see the bottom!~" a tone of amusement liberated from her mouth, and she briefly twirled on the edge some-what awkwardly - boisterous howl of despair fleeing the maw of the tiny fox.

"V-Viola get off of there! You'll really kill yourself!" Melody remarked with hopeful steady words, beads of sweat formed through flocks of fur. If she were in her orginial form, this would've been much easier to embrace that frail wrist. But instead, all the fox could do was observe and hope help would come. "Don't be such a downer Mel-chan." her figure steered over, alluring red pools colliding with the gaze of worried golden eyes, "I just want to fly. Don't you?" sweet words rolled off her tongue, and the fox briefly glanced away with a sweatdrop, wondering how much she did not want to fly. After all, even though for a girl so frail looking, she had leapt from heights just as high before and descended flawlessly onto the ground. Without even an inch of nausea. The fox was not as firm with her stomach as she was. "Guess I'm heading off without you.~" with a playful voice, her body twisted back over, one foot hesitantly raising to take it's step into the air.

when i wake up i'm afraid...

"Huh?" feeble looking leg halted, foot dangling through air as she was merely one movement away from letting gravity take it's hold through none-existent ground. A hand, much larger than her own pale fragile ones, gripped at her shoulder - clearly not Melody as the voice liberated from unknown lips, voice weak, drained and somewhat distressed. Slightly taken aback, her figure steered over to observe the one who had stopped her from having her fun. Usually she found displeasure in those who took away her chances of committing suicide daunting displays, yet she figured in a situation such as this, anybody could conclude this did not look like she was trying to have fun. "Of course!" sliding away from his hand, arms folded neatly behind back, blissful expressed features gently beaming down at the male. "I'm just going to jump off the tower, no big deal, right?" one hand gingerly gestured to the faintly cloudy area they were in, percieving the fact that if one wanted too, they could head to endless mass of stars in merely a matter of a few minutes. "No it's not okay!" Melody hollered from behind, hopefully standing out despite such a puny size, "This isn't like the towers back at Eclipse, Viola! If you can't tell, this is much higher!" regularly frantic, it seemed the tiny fox just hoped this mysterious stranger would do something. Anything. To remove her oblivious friend from the edge and possibly this tower itself.

"Mel-chan." blinking, surprised. The girl did not express her understanding of how her tiny comrade was feeling. Lips stretched back, unvieling pearly whites and unbreakable signs of excitement, only halted by force that would ascend higher. "I'm not jumping off of here to hit the ground. I just want to fly." a cool breeze passed by, fluttering lengthy locks of white and loose frilly clothing. Thin layers of flesh cloaked over the alluring pink red pools, swirling yet gleaming with the curiousity to smoke out this newfound power, as they hesitantly revealed them again. "Hey, you," attention regarded the raven-haired male, admiring such lengthy kept strands and flaming red pools, conflicting with a gaze as capable as her own, "Don't you want to fly?" head shifted to the side in question, intruigued with the possible answer she would recieve.

when i wake up i'm afraid...

"Ayeseru.." small pink lips opened a name of familiarity, soft, barely audible through the current breeze as if calmed with shift of clothing. Polite, respectful. Traces of teachings could be sought out from deep within the golden clad youth, clearly not of this space. Gazes colided, one with curiousity, whilst another seemed unknown to her heart of stone. "Likewise." red eyes were tenderly fluttering through routines of blinks, features drawn into uncertainty yet drivenly intrigued. Power was flaring from his figure, shuddering the surface of pale skin. Intimidated? Possibly nervous? Her head rattled, thoughts clearing away despite masses of excitement that refused to divert. Masked hands reached out to grasp onto the curtains, shadowing away this unknown magic through mentality in her mind. She wanted to see. She wanted to know. But silence impended instead, observing pupils through flocks of white strands trailed along the nearing figure. Who, upon closer prespective, was extremely overwhelmed with no traceable flaw. Skin paler than her own, gleamed like stardust, whilst raven featured hair was unorganized despite being pulled back. Yet, it also hit daylight - casting the girl in a daze like he was some sort of fantasy character pulled from a story book. Who, upon her immediate recogniztion, abruptly vanished just as he appeared.

Small frame lunged to knees with worry, gaze darting to an empty spot of thick clouds, clearly stirred by some abrupt force. Had she heard him clearly? What he had said? Breaths came out in trembles of question, comrade baffled by the sudden action. Suicide? she wondered, then speculated again. "Mel-chan." two bare feet curl onto the edge, figure aroused once more with green pools of intense worry striking her back. "I'll be right back." words that ended through the air came as swiftly as the disappearance of her appearance - hauled by gravity as the clouds devoured any sight of her. The grey. Thick, cold, unraveled into daylight lastly, grasping notice of the descending male whome peered up as she peered down. Boisterous screams of wind shattered against silence, clothing, hair - everything shook violently through falling seconds of madness. "Hey!" hands raised toward mouth, curling around lips as her voice attempted to sweep in his direction. Knowledge of how to fly was not noted through the inside of her head, though oblivious, focus layed with what he could display.

when i wake up i'm afraid...

Speculation enclosed through dazed thoughts, noting the conflicting gazes of two reddish pools - one crimson, another rather pinkish. Through distance, feeble hands itched to draw closer to the male, to see him from closer prespective once again. A little longer? Just a bit more? How much would time drag along until she could reach him? Until earth conflicted against fragile bones and a face flooding with innocence. Through naive actions, unaware of what approached - extended irises gleamed through the magic that liberated before her. Purely dark, feathers of night overflowed like a leak of oil - shadowy, the element of magic produced shivers down her spine as air caused hefty wings of black to lighten against gravity. And then she drew abruptly closer. Sudden actions made insides twist, knot forming within a chest of flesh as she was so near the male, a breath could be felt. It was a warm breath, and her tiny body settled flawlessly within his arms, grasping against her like she was something he didn't want to let go, yet break as well. Dazed, and surprised, it was expressed through gentle features as fingers clawed at the clothing on his chest. Ascending rather than descending. It made her stomach flip in nausea - yet excitement overcame instead.

Back through the thick clouds. Back through the lashing of wind. Going back was more pressure on her skull than letting gravity take her down - unnatural. The world wanted its living to fall rather than fly. For if they could fly, they could go anywhere, never returning again. "Mel-chan!" her voice reached the small lump of fur that had been concluding her friend had hit the ground in pieces, rather than in one. Beady brown hues peered up in shock, taken aback by the shadowy feathers, casting a gleam from daylight as it was difficult to focus on them both already. Hesitant, yet expressing recognizition in the large hand that awaited her to come, she felt reassured by Viola's smile - snaking her way onto the palm of a opened hand, and then into her arms. And then, without hesitation - nor warning. Bodies steered back, and toward the sky, laughter trailing from illuminated features, clear with bliss. Whilst a fox on the other hand, was not noticed with motion sickness. "Yeah!" fluttering pools of red peered over toward another pair, lips stretched faintly into a playful smirk, "Lets go.." there was a delicate way she spoke, yet it was audible enough that even through violent wind, it could be detected just fine.