Up on the roof
Aug. 26th, 2004 01:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mnt_raph*He's been awake for a while, just watching her sleep. This time around, there's no comfort in the slow rhythmic movement of her sleeping frame. His swimming thoughts are all out of the pool, afraid of the shark that's just appeared in the water. How the hell did that get there?
Air, he needs air, and though it pains him to leave her alone in the apartment, he has to get out of this tent.
He slips out of bed without disturbing her, finds a pair of shorts to wear, and heads out on to the roof. He can only assume that it's night because the lights in the tent are not yet lit. The outside sky is no help. It's still the same night it has been since he first arrived. Barefoot he begins to run, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. For a while he's almost convinced himself that things are okay, that they're normal. That is until he goes for a hand hold from a shorter building to an adjecent taller one, and the extra fingers get in the way. The fall isn't a long one, maybe 5 feet, but he's winded enough by the landing to remind him that he's lacking his shell. He stays there, flat on his back, for a minute or two, watching the frozen starlight above him.
Eventually he stands up, brushes himself off, and heads back to the roof of Milliways. Raph listens for tell tale signs of life from inside the tent. When he hears none he enters, makes his way to the fridge for a beer, and leaves again silent as ever.
He can feel the slight bruise forming on his back from the fall. Raph opens the beer and takes a seat on the edge of the roof looking out over his frozen city.
Nothing's been solved, no questions answered, but at least no one got punched. For Raph, that's an achievement.*
Air, he needs air, and though it pains him to leave her alone in the apartment, he has to get out of this tent.
He slips out of bed without disturbing her, finds a pair of shorts to wear, and heads out on to the roof. He can only assume that it's night because the lights in the tent are not yet lit. The outside sky is no help. It's still the same night it has been since he first arrived. Barefoot he begins to run, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. For a while he's almost convinced himself that things are okay, that they're normal. That is until he goes for a hand hold from a shorter building to an adjecent taller one, and the extra fingers get in the way. The fall isn't a long one, maybe 5 feet, but he's winded enough by the landing to remind him that he's lacking his shell. He stays there, flat on his back, for a minute or two, watching the frozen starlight above him.
Eventually he stands up, brushes himself off, and heads back to the roof of Milliways. Raph listens for tell tale signs of life from inside the tent. When he hears none he enters, makes his way to the fridge for a beer, and leaves again silent as ever.
He can feel the slight bruise forming on his back from the fall. Raph opens the beer and takes a seat on the edge of the roof looking out over his frozen city.
Nothing's been solved, no questions answered, but at least no one got punched. For Raph, that's an achievement.*
