☣ | gwcndolyne
( It’s a habit. )
He thinks idly, having swung up all the way to one of the tallest
buildings in the city, without rhyme or reason, drawn like a moth
to the flame. Once he is up there, all he can do is let loose one free
leg over the ledge, enjoying the freedom of the wind as it CLEAVED
past his body.
Manhattan’s setting sun leaks all across the skyline; spreading its soul
on the rooftop he was situated on, the light spilling like liquid all over
the building, bending its way around him alone to create a shadow,
he basks in the nursing warmth, musing that some things really don’t
change across worlds. It’s a gentle reminder of what is waiting for him
once he returns.
He stays up there for a long time, some infallible hourglass counting
down the minutes until dusk blankets the city. He stares at his phone,
a device carrying numerous unsent texts.
It’s disconcerting, knowing she can answer him again. He can still imagine
her the first time he met her (all over again), her visage coming out of old
film reels of memory and nostalgia.
( Was she really — )
He shakes his head, only the slightest edge to his thoughts. He knows he
has to address it eventually; he’s surprised it hadn’t been brought up sooner.
He finally relents, something inside him giving before he decides that maybe
texting wouldn’t be the best way to go about, instead dialing the number she
had given him ( for EMERGENCIES ).

❝ Hey… It’s PETER—
Are you busy right now? ❞
5 years ago with 1 note
#[ RP | STARTER ] #[ V | WITH GREAT POWER ] #gwcndolyne #//Don't feel oblige to hit me back with paras I'm just r eally into exposition I guess?? #anyway yeah here u go hopefully this didn't suck #[ The Daily Queugle ]
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