How soon is "now"? [Vertigo Visions Week 1]
WHO: ANYONE! -- Add your own entry tags!
WHAT: Vertigo Visions Responses
WHERE: Specific Threads identify your location
WHEN: Night of Day 242 (Monday 11/24) and Day 233 (11/25) through the night of Day 249 (Monday 12/1)
( Reply here with vision responses as your character sees the Mysterious Haze. )
WHAT: Vertigo Visions Responses
WHERE: Specific Threads identify your location
WHEN: Night of Day 242 (Monday 11/24) and Day 233 (11/25) through the night of Day 249 (Monday 12/1)
( Reply here with vision responses as your character sees the Mysterious Haze. )
In his dreams, the strange haze creeping over the horizon was bright in a way he'd never known - in a way he'd never know again. And the colors...
And suddenly, the abstract swirls of green and blue and brown - colors he only barely remembered, and which seemed to burn his eyes now, with their brightness - solidified into an image, into a fight. The snakes.
But things were different this time - because he could see. And not just that hazy vision he'd gotten during the battle, or even that strange shadows on white he'd developed in Antarctica, but sight. Colors, and edges, and shapes...
He felt his head turn, and that was where Iggy first realized that something was very wrong. Because he was looking at himself, wings expanded and beating powerfully, explosions wracking the air around him.
And then - a thought that wasn't his own. A fear. Fear of something terrible happening as a result of the bombs - terrorism, the thought that wasn't his supplied helpfully - and a deeper, darker fear. Fear of the snakes. Because they'd taken someone dear.
Himself, still fighting, blind eyes turned on nothing and everything all at once, pressing a sword - gleaming bloody - into his own hand, and he understood. This was Max. Max's memories, Max's thoughts. Max's fear.
His own body, falling out of the sky, and it wasn't his anymore, but a head of shining golden curls and the biggest blue eyes he'd ever seen.
Angel.
Pain - pain in his shoulders as he broke his own fall, pain in his knees as they hit the ground roughly, and pain in his heart. Losing the flock - that was what he was afraid of, a fear that he'd never known before, not like this.
They weren't supposed to die, not here, not apart - and he understood. Even as the vision (what else could it be?) faded, and he greedily drank in the last drops of being sighted, of looking down at his own body as lips curved to grin out of that sightless face, he understood.
For a brief, breathless moment as he woke with a start, it seemed that the sight would stay, as if he could still see those colors that had started it all, the green and the blue and the brown. But one blink of his eyes, and it was gone, leaving him in the dark once more - but now, with an understanding of his self-designated flock leader's new behavior he wasn't sure he wanted.
Still, that sight, that knowing. Panting softly, his lips curved into a smile almost without his knowledge.
It...wasn't bad.
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