thought i saw the future
Aug. 9th, 2011 03:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Who: Erik Lehnsherr and OPEN to... someone with a death wish, possibly? Anyone who enjoys talking through a door?
What: Arriving.
Where: Arrival cells, The Valhalla Inn.
When: Late Misdi night, and however many hours/days afterward.
Notes: me so angy
Warnings: None at this time.
Shunted from her purpose by a living whirlwind, the prototype jet spins and spins, her extremities breaking apart, the wind skinning her and flinging her pieces into the sea. The little bodies inside her rolling, white-knuckled, dreading the inevitable crash. Erik is affixed to the steel hull by means of his gift, and through his palms and his knees and his skull he feels every vibration, every groan and shriek of rent metal, and through his chest he feels the resonance of his friend howling in terror beneath him. He will be safe, held there, or they will all of them die together, screaming.
( Erik collides with something hard, then— )