Username:agdhani Any background information::none required Excerpt:It was the sound of that over-flying aircraft, and the fantasies in his head connected to it as it crossed the sky and faded into the distance, that Simon focused on to the exclusion of all other sensory input. He assumed that was why he had not noticed any approaching footsteps until a shadow crossed before him and stretched out between him and the sun. Startled enough by the sudden appearance, though he assumed it to be Eden or Chat or one of the others, he snorted, “You’re cutting off my tan…” before even opening his eyes. “May I sit?”
The stilted voice with the lyrical, unfamiliar accent came just as Simon opened his eyes. The shadow was tall, as tall as Chat, but narrow in the hips and shoulder, with arms that struck Simon as slightly too long. What he saw was more of a silhouette, golden light flaring behind it as a halo around the moon in an eclipse. The sunlight seemed brighter to Simon than it should be, given the hour of the day, and his eyes, adjusting to the glare, could not immediately focus on anything about the shadow other than its darkness against the light. Simon opened his mouth to speak, but the shadow spread above him filled him with an emotion he could only define as awe, stealing away both the words in his throat and the breath from his lungs that should have allowed him to articulate his reply. Instead, he dumbly nodded and swallowed hard, waiting to see what the speaker did next.
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Excerpt:It was the sound of that over-flying aircraft, and the fantasies in his head connected to it as it crossed the sky and faded into the distance, that Simon focused on to the exclusion of all other sensory input. He assumed that was why he had not noticed any approaching footsteps until a shadow crossed before him and stretched out between him and the sun. Startled enough by the sudden appearance, though he assumed it to be Eden or Chat or one of the others, he snorted, “You’re cutting off my tan…” before even opening his eyes.
“May I sit?”
The stilted voice with the lyrical, unfamiliar accent came just as Simon opened his eyes. The shadow was tall, as tall as Chat, but narrow in the hips and shoulder, with arms that struck Simon as slightly too long. What he saw was more of a silhouette, golden light flaring behind it as a halo around the moon in an eclipse. The sunlight seemed brighter to Simon than it should be, given the hour of the day, and his eyes, adjusting to the glare, could not immediately focus on anything about the shadow other than its darkness against the light. Simon opened his mouth to speak, but the shadow spread above him filled him with an emotion he could only define as awe, stealing away both the words in his throat and the breath from his lungs that should have allowed him to articulate his reply. Instead, he dumbly nodded and swallowed hard, waiting to see what the speaker did next.