[suspended in molasses, suspended in sunshine. suspended in a sudden multiplication of human bodies, pedestrians who bounce harmlessly, almost numbly off his shoulders. kavinsky is saying something from very far away, but it doesn't seem very important. one moment, there's a crosswalk under his feet, or at least something prone to bicolor stripes.
the next, teddy is looking down at him from the brick wall of the park. the green of his skin is almost the same green as the treetops behind him, chlorophyll overbright, contrast to his blond hair. his wings are folded loosely over his big shoulders, lax, the webbing slung down low to balance him on his perch. he isn't crouching like a gargoyle up there, he's sitting like a boy on a garden fence, his feet swinging down.
teddy looks surprised. and then teddy looks like he's missed him, disbelief and hope shocking through his face all at once.]
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the next, teddy is looking down at him from the brick wall of the park. the green of his skin is almost the same green as the treetops behind him, chlorophyll overbright, contrast to his blond hair. his wings are folded loosely over his big shoulders, lax, the webbing slung down low to balance him on his perch. he isn't crouching like a gargoyle up there, he's sitting like a boy on a garden fence, his feet swinging down.
teddy looks surprised. and then teddy looks like he's missed him, disbelief and hope shocking through his face all at once.]
Billy? Billy?