And long after the Death Eaters have fled, long after the giants have turned and retreated towards their distant mountains, long after the violence stops - Viktor flies.
Not going anywhere. Just watching it all from above, and from away, a god's-eye perspective. Below the people are light fireflies, lighting their wand tips and going back and forth between each other; he can almost hear them asking are you alright? and is he hurt? and where's our friend, is she dead too? They swarm together and break apart, chaos-pattered, mandala-like; Viktor wonders if you could tell new prophecies from the shapes their movements form.
New prophecies for new times.
Gently the distant tides turn their flow towards the castle and Viktor takes a moment to rest, alighting atop a burn-marked tower. Funny how from up here it all seems so peaceful, a wholly different world. Somewhere he knows there are people who will want to know that he's alive, to check his wounds, to tell him just how badly it all went - but for now he can hold this moment for his own, and keep it tight lest it slip from his grasp.
In time the first rays of the sun stretch over the horizon, striking the highest parts of the castle first. It's dawn, come at last, and Viktor lifts a hand to protect his eyes from the light.
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Date: 2006-07-02 05:54 am (UTC)Not going anywhere. Just watching it all from above, and from away, a god's-eye perspective. Below the people are light fireflies, lighting their wand tips and going back and forth between each other; he can almost hear them asking are you alright? and is he hurt? and where's our friend, is she dead too? They swarm together and break apart, chaos-pattered, mandala-like; Viktor wonders if you could tell new prophecies from the shapes their movements form.
New prophecies for new times.
Gently the distant tides turn their flow towards the castle and Viktor takes a moment to rest, alighting atop a burn-marked tower. Funny how from up here it all seems so peaceful, a wholly different world. Somewhere he knows there are people who will want to know that he's alive, to check his wounds, to tell him just how badly it all went - but for now he can hold this moment for his own, and keep it tight lest it slip from his grasp.
In time the first rays of the sun stretch over the horizon, striking the highest parts of the castle first. It's dawn, come at last, and Viktor lifts a hand to protect his eyes from the light.