spread your wings and fly, fly (rp for Ynez)
Night air. Cool. Cool on his face, sweet, bringing the smell of Rome, the smells of any city mixed with the things that are uniquely her. Goes back for centuries, and memory steps in when scent fades, brings back memories of this city as it was when the Gauls sacked it, when Caesar was stabbed... Gabriel hums wordlessly to himself as he circles over the city, idly sorting out the information imparted by the breezes. Damp perfume from the Tiber, and accompanying the scent is the tinkle of the Trevi, and the chorus of honks from cars and scooters from the red-light district where despite the hour the streets are still filled with people. Gabriel shifts a wing and rides an updraft away from the heart of the city, heading for his destination.
He can pick out Ynez-- a scent that if he had to put into inadequate words he'd describe as soap-sunlight-flowers-tomatillos-fire-- before he ever sees the villa, and lets it guide him, only opening his eyes for the actual descent to the charming old home. Lands light on the roof, wings shifting to cloth, and the angel pauses a moment with head cocked, standing still as an animal does. After a long moment he moves again, walking noiselessly to the edge of the roof, stepping off, dirt now beneath his feet. Dirt and stones, and he smiles like a child as he crouches down, then straightens with a handful of pebbles.
The first one taks off Ynez's window lightly, the sound almost lost in the night sounds of small creatures scurrying and birds cooing and a distant fountain. Gabriel waits a few seconds, then tosses another up to bounce off the window frame.
He should, he thinks, have brought una guitarra. That'd be traditional.
He can pick out Ynez-- a scent that if he had to put into inadequate words he'd describe as soap-sunlight-flowers-tomatillos-fire-- before he ever sees the villa, and lets it guide him, only opening his eyes for the actual descent to the charming old home. Lands light on the roof, wings shifting to cloth, and the angel pauses a moment with head cocked, standing still as an animal does. After a long moment he moves again, walking noiselessly to the edge of the roof, stepping off, dirt now beneath his feet. Dirt and stones, and he smiles like a child as he crouches down, then straightens with a handful of pebbles.
The first one taks off Ynez's window lightly, the sound almost lost in the night sounds of small creatures scurrying and birds cooing and a distant fountain. Gabriel waits a few seconds, then tosses another up to bounce off the window frame.
He should, he thinks, have brought una guitarra. That'd be traditional.