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lordofsunshadowandsailor:

Without
being noticed by them, who are absent-mindedly engaged in chasing games among themselves, and bomb diving into the placid waters of the dam, Tobio observes the bold band in awe. Their striking beauty, though, somehow poses a threat – or perhaps it is the freedom of their gracefully dwelling in the open skies that instills fear in him, once he realizes his will is to stay rooted, glued to the top of the wall. Despite his newly grown wings. They are too big, too vast, too mighty, making him too visible, too distinguishable – or recognizable. 

Is it possible that the dam frightens him more than the desert ever has? Or is it because he now knows the familiar desert to be no more than a small pool of sand, and the dam to be the unknown immeasurable? Or is it the wings that frighten him the most, and the new ability they should entitle him to?

As the warrior angels finally see him, like metal particles being irreversibly drawn to a magnet, with that speed of immediacy particular to dreams that is an abolisher of distances, all at once

a rampaging squadron is closing with low-passes on Tobio. Not with their giant hands or strong arms, the angels try to embrace him with their wings. If mighty in size but still soft in appearance, while flapping they emit raucous, metallic sounds that really disorientate Tobio. Their caresses bring back to him the sensorial, nearly nostalgic memory of the heat of the desert – located somewhere down below, or behind, but very far away now – as if the feathers are actually tongues of fire licking his skin – a feeling he cannot quite distinguish between excruciating or pleasurable, and whether he abhors or loves it.

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lordofsunshadowandsailor:

Looking back from the
top of the thick wall on which he stands, Tobio finally realizes the desert, which he imagined
immeasurable, to be no more than an enclave of sand, a cage enclosed by the solidly erected tall walls, in the middle of what is
immeasurable indeed – the dam. 

Letting his eyes wander up to the subtle line where water and air meet and dissolve into the same endless blue, a serene blue his eyes suck up until his heart and soul pacify, Tobio immediately feels relieved and reinvigorated by the humidity, the
cooler temperature, the gentle breeze that agitate the wings which have sprouted up at his back in his ascent.

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lordofsunshadowandsailor:

That was the proper word to describe Alvar, Tobio pondered. For in moments of immersion, growing increasingly aware of his own torments, he had forgotten that the young nobleman stood by his side.

Not that Alvar ever gave the impression of longing to be elsewhere, or in the company of someone else, when by Tobio’s side. Nothing indelicate emanated from Alvar, and certainly not a conscious rejection or exclusion of any person. No matter how lowly – he treated all people with courteous deference, at least.

No. Alvar’s distance to everything was rather more impalpable. Though physically present, apparently grounded in that beautiful athletic body he built to his Greek ideals, Alvar’s soul seemed to dwell elsewhere, in the company of yet someone else. As if, though having grown up, Alvar had kept the imaginary friend of his childhood, that he cherished more than any other living being of real presence.

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