Ride with the Winds
Title: Ride with the Winds
Fandom: Heroes
Rating|Genre: g | gen (implied canonical het)
Characters: West Rosen
Summary: A quiet, beautiful morning on top of a roof. West thinks about Claire and the way they are.
Word count: 436
Spoilers|Warnings: No.
Notes: Written for heroes_contest Drabble Challenge #35, “Spirit”.
There’s a bumblebee among the purple flowers, buzzing, humming. It goes calmly about its business, a small, flying creature unaware of the bigger flying creature above him. People have said that a bumblebee is not “supposed to” be able to fly. Neither is West. But here they are, one quiet morning; one on top of a roof and one in a purple flower in a big ceramic pot right next to the door on the back of the house.
West wonders who cares for the flowers. Probably Mrs. Bennet. But West would like to believe it is Claire’s brother. That would be more fun. Nobody expects a teenage boy to care for flowers.
West thinks that he might like growing flowers in big ceramic pots, if given the opportunity. He wonders if Claire likes flowers. He wonders what she likes. Claire is not the typical cheerleader kind of girl, that’s for sure. She doesn’t want to be noticed - but she is made to be noticed. He knows that she is extraordinary.
It’s not a typical thought, but in the still of the sun-filled morning, he finds that he wonders: Why is she the way she is? Why is he like a bumblebee?
No, he corrects himself, not like a bumblebee. He’s not going to spend his life among purple flowers, he’s going to grow up to be a man, but… What is it going to be like to be a walking secret among ordinary people and people who want to be ordinary?
He doesn’t know if there’s guidance anywhere or a point in asking ‘why’, but he doubts it. West doesn’t believe in people with ‘answers’, holy books, in prayers, ‘God’, or even in ‘destiny’.
But if he has to believe in something, it would be that there’s a spirit in everything; in a bumblebee, in a flower, in him. In Claire. In and above everything. That’s not an answer to anything, that’s not a reason and it’s nothing tangible. But it is the one thing that he can feel for sure, and he knows that he is glad to be the way he is.
Nobody is awake yet in this area of Costa Verde, but soon, the first early risers are going to come out in the sunlight to go to work. West is not going to wait for Claire to get out of the house. She’s not going to appreciate an offer of a ride with the winds to school, so he’s just going to meet her there later.
West takes off into the sky and his spirit is full of sunshine, full of song.
Fandom: Heroes
Rating|Genre: g | gen (implied canonical het)
Characters: West Rosen
Summary: A quiet, beautiful morning on top of a roof. West thinks about Claire and the way they are.
Word count: 436
Spoilers|Warnings: No.
Notes: Written for heroes_contest Drabble Challenge #35, “Spirit”.
There’s a bumblebee among the purple flowers, buzzing, humming. It goes calmly about its business, a small, flying creature unaware of the bigger flying creature above him. People have said that a bumblebee is not “supposed to” be able to fly. Neither is West. But here they are, one quiet morning; one on top of a roof and one in a purple flower in a big ceramic pot right next to the door on the back of the house.
West wonders who cares for the flowers. Probably Mrs. Bennet. But West would like to believe it is Claire’s brother. That would be more fun. Nobody expects a teenage boy to care for flowers.
West thinks that he might like growing flowers in big ceramic pots, if given the opportunity. He wonders if Claire likes flowers. He wonders what she likes. Claire is not the typical cheerleader kind of girl, that’s for sure. She doesn’t want to be noticed - but she is made to be noticed. He knows that she is extraordinary.
It’s not a typical thought, but in the still of the sun-filled morning, he finds that he wonders: Why is she the way she is? Why is he like a bumblebee?
No, he corrects himself, not like a bumblebee. He’s not going to spend his life among purple flowers, he’s going to grow up to be a man, but… What is it going to be like to be a walking secret among ordinary people and people who want to be ordinary?
He doesn’t know if there’s guidance anywhere or a point in asking ‘why’, but he doubts it. West doesn’t believe in people with ‘answers’, holy books, in prayers, ‘God’, or even in ‘destiny’.
But if he has to believe in something, it would be that there’s a spirit in everything; in a bumblebee, in a flower, in him. In Claire. In and above everything. That’s not an answer to anything, that’s not a reason and it’s nothing tangible. But it is the one thing that he can feel for sure, and he knows that he is glad to be the way he is.
Nobody is awake yet in this area of Costa Verde, but soon, the first early risers are going to come out in the sunlight to go to work. West is not going to wait for Claire to get out of the house. She’s not going to appreciate an offer of a ride with the winds to school, so he’s just going to meet her there later.
West takes off into the sky and his spirit is full of sunshine, full of song.