и если уноситься ветром, то только так (часть 1)

балую вас, не без этого)) ____________________________________ - I invited myself to him for a walk. I said "I want", brazenly and resolutely, not accepting rejection at any point. Just as my usual Tuesday's noon. - And you're talking about... "...Daemon", - the eyes of therapist added with great hope. - Deserett, - Manuel answered sharply. Took a brief look on his bitten fingernails. - The one and only, doctor. It never fits to usual Tuesday of mine or someone else's. * * * The flight lasts a few seconds. Half-light gives a way to unfamiliar city night. There's a beautiful alley, century old trees grown on both sides of our path. Seraph walks ahead. This time he doesn't hide his wings, all of six ones. I can't get frightened right in time, 'cause primarily I see we are completely alone here, tete-a-tete. And I come along quickly. But in the next move Des slows me down. - Behold. Tout de suite [straight away]. Feel the wind. "It lingers in aeons" "Just like me" I don't hear his final words actually. They don't appear in thin air, but directly inside my head. The wind blows probably from cooling north, century old tree crowns sway, and their dark-green branches rustle highly above my head. First-blooded angel goes further and further, without getting lost off my sight, though pale ghost alike. I step between his dusty wings and... doctor... The night rules that place to the full extent. Like never before. I praise a new sensation of being detached from regularity, consistent pattern and my stable modus operandi. And how? With utter nothingness! I notice goosebumps run under my skin, most by my naked arms. I have an automatically thought about coldness, next one is - of course - about D. But still, again, nothing alike him, neither grim nor frozen. The night so mighty and fragile, rare lights so far, weak and sallow, Seraph so enigmatic and unreachable. And wind blows endlessly, every second eating my face, stealing my hair. My eyes are full of alien insight, pain and communion. Hereafter I pray on that our road has no end, no aim, no reason. Adventure is invented for adventure. And it is. Like childish dream comes true. I'm almost afraid I could wake up with my next wrong move. I want so badly to have it for real. Having nothing but chilling wind all over my body, wordless whisper of the night, invisible loss of my self-consciousness. you can see at this point some analogy to our therianthropic transformation, but I assure you - there's nothing similar. #untitled #ar May 21, 2022