angels in flight

[evertosoar]

Characters: Alfred, open
Location: school grounds
Time: night
Content: Alfred and late-night flying.
Format: prose
Warnings: none

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[dontdielloyd]

Always alert, Kratos had noticed the dark shape darting past Anna's window. Without waking his wife, he slipped quietly outside, silently tracking the figure as he placed a hand on his sword hilt. As much as the school asserted its ability to keep its students safe, he was less than impressed by their track record.

He watched the flier's shadow skim the ground, low as if to avoid detection, and let out a snort of derision as it skipped off of the surface. He considered giving chase, but he knew the glow of his wings would give away his presence. Instead, he opted to continue watching, trying to see if the flier would give any clues as to its intention.

"Who are you...?" he muttered to himself as the shadowy figure suddenly twirled skyward.

[evertosoar]

Alfred, meanwhile, was entirely oblivious to anyone watching his display as he cut through the air, silhouetting against the moon before disappearing entirely into low clouds--something his father had taught him ad he didn't really like practicing when said father might see he was actually paying attention to those lessons. He exited some distance away from a different cloud, pulling a backwards pushing and low-angled dive similar to one a fighter plane might use, were the plane a mutant person.

[dontdielloyd]

Kratos saw the flier's figure silhouetted in the moon- human, or at least something close enough- a moment before it disappeared into the clouds. Hiding now? Kratos knew if he had a chance to get closer, it was now. He paused briefly, glancing back at the window. Anna would be safe. He was close by.

Turning back to face the night sky, Kratos' wings materialized in a flash of blue. He crouched, and sprang up through the brisk spring air, hurtling toward the cloud as quickly as possible. He plunged into the cloud, then braked sharply to hover in its center. There, he waited, his senses tuned to locate his quarry...

[evertosoar]

Too busy playing, jumping in and out of clouds at various angles and altitudes, he nearly slammed into the man, only alerted to his presence by the glow of wings in the air, darting off to one side at the last second.

"Hey, don't just sit in the middle of the sky like that, you're gonna get hit!"

He wheeled around to get a better look at whoever was in the sky with him.

[notalfredjones]

[He's not really asleep yet when he catches the edge of Al's exhilaration at the flight and he steps to the window. It's warm enough to open it without freezing Lelouch and he drapes over the windowsill, watching Al when he can]

/Having fun?/

[evertosoar]

[Well, it's okay if it's Matt watching. Alfred pressed more of the thrill in through the link by way of reply, spiraling down toward the ground like the sky was one great spiral staircase before he made a beeline toward Matt's window, sliding up inches from the building and seeming to bounce off once he reached rooftop height, backward and upside down and still flying.]

[notalfredjones]

[He catches that thrill and holds it close, for when he wonders what it's like to fly alone like that. He doesn't even step back when Al streaks toward him and barely misses, too much trust in Al to think he'd ever hurt him after all]

/Seems fun/ [He sounds a bit wistful]

[evertosoar]

[Alfred hovers for a moment, clearly thinking. And then he dips down near Matt again, though he's turning circles in an excited sort of way.]

/Pull your power in, Mattie./

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[clownfeethero]

It wasn't like Sora was having trouble sleeping, but sometimes when he'd wake up in the middle of the night, the cool air would whisk by and invite him in. So there he was, just taking a stroll and looking up at the sky, when--

--In the sky--

--He stopped for a second, to admire Alfred's technique, his face filled with awe.