Castles in the Air ((Anya))

[Danny Larkin]

Danny stood on the stadium field, his wings spread to let the wind play through them. He had finally gotten back to Anya about the practice, and they were supposed to meet at the field. Danny had figured this was the best place to do it - lots of open room and few obstacles to crash into. Except the goal posts...he frowned at the one of the far end of the field, trying to decide how great a problem it would pose. After a moment, he decided not a big enough one, and dismissed the worry. If he was proven wrong, he would deal with it then.

After a quick glance around that revealed the winged girl still not in sight, Danny tucked his wings back closer to his body, bent his knees, and then launched himself into the air. This was the harder technique to use for flying but he felt he needed the practice for both practical and personal reasons. (Besides, it looked cooler.) As soon as he was airborne, he began to follow the path of the running track. He let the air do most of the work without pushing himself very hard, using only an occasional beat to keep himself afloat. Until Anya showed up, he was just going to enjoy the feeling of being in the sky.

[kiipcha]

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[Danny Larkin]

Being left with nothing to do was generally a bad thing for Danny. It meant he had to entertain himself. Which meant he usually did something either stupid or dangerous. This time, it wasn't terribly dangerous, but he was intentionally trying what he had first worried about. That is, he was flying as close as he could to one of the goal posts - tucking in his wings so he could spiral between the two yellow poles, and then snapping open his wings on the far side and banking around.

He was looping way out into the field to try out a really dumb idea when he heard the whistle. He glanced down and saw a flash of red hair - Anya on the scene. Smiling, Danny dipped toward the ground, angling his wings and body to get them nearly perpendicular to the ground. The beat of his wings became faster and harder, pushing against the air to slow Danny's descent. Even so, he hit the ground hard enough to still need a few running steps before he stopped.

Once he'd loosed the momentum into the ground, he turned and jogged to the dancer's side, calling out as he went, "Hey, Anya! How was my landing?"

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[Danny Larkin]

W E W I L L F I G H T

or we will fall 'til the Angels

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[atrb=width,240] Anya's compliment made Danny chuckle and wave dismissively. "Thanks. It keeps me entertained." Despite his easy words, he couldn't ignore the small warmth in his chest and face that her words conjured up. Trying weakly to disguise it, he cleared his throat and ducked his head. Oh yeah, he was smoothness incarnate. The very epitome! ...Tsk, yeah right... The thought was accompanied by a mental sigh. He wasn't good with...okay, with girls in general, but particularly girls complimenting him... Pulling himself away from that thought, he focused instead on Anya's wings as they unfolded. Anya had shown him one of her wings at the cafe, but it hadn't given him a real good idea of what they looked like. They were less cliche than his, he had thought that last time, and he liked that she had more than one color. (He thought of an old saying, something about variety and spices.) After another moment of admiring her wings, he turned his attention back to the girl's face. "So, I'm ready teacher." He cringed a little bit at her words, laughing at the same time. "Don't call me teacher, it stresses me out." He punctuated his words with a joking wink, and then turned and glanced over the field again. This was pointless, but he was kind of putting off bringing up the next point. It only bought him a couple seconds, and then he had to turn back to the red head. "Okay, you're not gonna like this, but...I need to see what your landings look like. So I can see what we need to work on."

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[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 571 // outfit // light grey jacket and skinny blue jeans // tagged // Danny spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY "Thanks. It keeps me entertained." She smiled but raised an eyebrow as he blushed and ducked his head. He was awkward yet so sweet at the same time, and it made a soft laugh escape from the Russian girl's mouth. She lifted her wings a few inches off the ground and walked over to Danny before placing a hand on his shoulder. "Relax." Her voice was calm and leveled and her smile seemed to frame her words. She took a step back, removing her hand, and let him take a look at her wings so that he would know what he was dealing with. Her wings were longer than his, yet Danny's seemed wider and looked better for landing. Hers were some of the best wings to have when it came to staying up in the air with ease as they were very light, but that also meant that there was less force when she tried to slow herself to a landing. Anya then began to wonder if Danny had actually researched wing shapes like she did. She wasn't sure if anyone was as serious about not failing at she was and she had tried her best to get it down to a science. Maybe when she was older she would write a book: How to Not Fail, For Dummies. That sounded about right. "Don't call me teacher, it stresses me out." She rolled her eyes yet retained her smile. "You'll do fine." It felt a little strange to be comforting someone who was about to teach her but it was the best approach she knew at the moment. "Okay, you're not gonna like this, but...I need to see what your landings look like. So I can see what we need to work on." Her smile vanished for a moment. This was exactly what she was dreading. Her mother's words began to float around in her head, 'To be a ballerina is to be perfection,' But what about a winged ballerina, what does that make me then? Anya shook her head, allowing the distracting thoughts to disperse. The Russian girl let out a breath, stretching her wings out as far as they could go before folding them a little closer to her body. "Okay, I can do that . . . maybe." With one more breath she took off at a running start, her wings tucked in closer to her body. She ran for only about three seconds before pushing off the ground and unfurling her wings with a whoosh. Her wings caught the air and she angled her wings so that she sliced through the air at a diagonal. She flew about half a lap above the track before deciding to land. Anya tried her best to replicate what Danny had done previously. But she lowered herself too much before pulling up perpendicular to the ground. This caused her feet to touch the ground before she had slowed her speed. Her arms did a sort of windmill motion and she quickly fanned out her wings to catch the wind and slowly steady herself. It was anything but a clean landing, but it was better than some of her past ones. Especially the ones where she faceplanted into the ground. She cast a sheepish smile over to Danny and resisted the urge to fold her wings around herself. "Told you I'm not that good." Now it was her turn to blush. notes // none

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[Danny Larkin]

W E W I L L F I G H T

or we will fall 'til the Angels

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[atrb=width,240] Anya's words and laugh, if anything, made Danny's blush deeper. He tried to play it off with his smile, but he sort of doubted it was convincing. On the plus side, she seemed to have misinterpreted the blush as stress, not embarrassment. Taking that small victory, he nodded in thanks as Anya spread her wings to give him a better look. He began to wish he had studied wings and flight...instead, he had learned by trial and error. It had been effective...for him, at least. He laughed at her reassurance, "I hope I do alright. Our friendship is kinda riding on it, isn't it?" Again, he smiled to show it was a joke - he hoped Anya thought it was too, loosing her as a friend was an upsetting thought. He really needed to stay away from these thoughts, Anya was going to think he was sick if his face didn't stop changing colors. Determined not to think about it, he focused on her expression. As soon as he'd asked to see her landing, he could see the cogs beginning to turn. For a second, he wondered if he had asked too much. And then she was tucking her wings in and agreeing. Danny stepped aside to give her room. She took a running start, and then airborne. Her wings were very different from Danny's, long and skinny...they even moved a little differently. He paced around a bit to get a good look at how her wings moved, and then stepped aside again to watch her landing. She ended on her feet, though, and he met her with a smile. "Told you I'm not that good." He smiled at her words, and even more at her blush. She was cute when she blushed, he thought as he tried to smother his smile. "Hey, now, you're not on your face, and that's always a good place to start." Having said that, Danny let the smile slip from his face as he frowned thoughtfully. "Well...first off, you come in too quick. It's better to be a little too high and be swinging your legs down than the other way around." He spread his wings as he spoke, angling them, "You wanna keep your wings like this. Almost perpendicular to the ground, but parallel to your body. And then that'll change a little while you're flapping of course. Do you see what I mean, though?"

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[Danny Larkin]

W E W I L L F I G H T

or we will fall 'til the Angels

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[atrb=width,240] Danny could see that, though she nodded, Anya didn't seem to completely understand him. He frowned, frustrated with himself. He'd never been really good at explaining things to people, and had always learned himself by being walked through. That, and falling down until he figured it out, of course. Just launching Anya into the air (as it were) and letting her crash didn't feel right, though... He was still frowning when she asked if she should try again. Danny hesitated, and then nodded slowly, stepping back once again. "Yeah, I guess..." An idea popped into his head at the same moment, however, and he jumped forward, hands out to stop her. "Wait! I just thought of a better way to describe it! When you're landing, you want this part," he motioned along the trailing edge of her nearest wing, his fingertips brushing them slightly, "to move like you'd be sweeping the ground if you were low enough. The more of air you can...scoop, really; the more you'll slow yourself. And then you'll have plenty of time to swing your legs wherever you want." Whether wording it differently would help or not, Danny couldn't be sure. He thought it made it sense, and was pretty sure it would work for her as it did for him. ...But with all the extra length to her wings, he couldn't be sure she wouldn't kill all her speed that way and just drop out of the air. (Though, he had to admit, he had never seen this happen to any bird, and that made it seem unlikely...) Satisfied, he stepped back to let her try again, offering and encouraging smile as he did.

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[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 440 // outfit // already described in previous posts // tagged // Danny spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY "Yeah, I guess..." Anya started to tuck in her wings and was about to take the running start she normally did before taking off when Danny suddenly spoke again. "Wait! I just thought of a better way to describe it! When you're landing, you want this part," She felt his fingers brush against the tip of her wing, and she almost felt goosebumps start to form underneath the feathers. Anya would have blushed but Danny wouldn't be able to see the goosebumps, which definately helped. "to move like you'd be sweeping the ground if you were low enough. The more of air you can...scoop, really; the more you'll slow yourself. And then you'll have plenty of time to swing your legs wherever you want." Her eyes seemed to light up as a spark of understanding shone inside her. "Oh okay, I get it now . . . now I just hope that I can perfect that." She stretched out her wings, letting them loosen up before tucking them closer to her body. Her feet hit the ground and she performed the same running start as last time, allowing herself to eventually soar up into the air. Anya only stayed up in the air for a little bit though as she wanted to give the landing a try. The sixteen year old pivoted in the air and aimed for the same landing spot. The girl let her wings move so that they were perpendicular to the ground. The air hit the wings hard, pushing her slightly backwards, causing her to cringe with the sudden pressure. She realized that she probably should have let her wings ease into the new form, instead up just flipping them up so quickly. Either way she was slowing, and she found that she didn't even really need to flap like Danny had as her wings were long enough to catch quite a lot of air. She occasionally let her wings slip back into a parallel form, letting her move closer to the ground. But she would make sure to move them back so that they were perpendicular to the ground before she picked up speed. Her feet suddenly touched the ground and while she hadn't come to a complete stop she had slowed down enough that she only had to take a couple steps. The Russian girl let her wings remain fanned out for a moment until she had come to a complete stop. She looked around, checking to make sure that she really had landed without dying. Once she was sure that she was alive and well she smiled over at Danny, "How was that?" notes // None

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[Danny Larkin]

W E W I L L F I G H T

or we will fall 'til the Angels

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[atrb=width,240] Danny was relieved to see the spark of understanding that lit up Anya's face, and he smiled as he backed away. Anya's incredible wings spread, and folded back in as the girl ran for her take off. Once again, as soon as Anya was in the air, Danny positioned himself to get an optimal view of her flight and landing. She turned and started a new landing, making Danny hold his breath. The moment of truth... Anya barely flapped her wings, and at first that made Danny nervous. It took only a moment for him to realize - maybe because of the difference in her wings - that she didn't need to flap as much as he did. Intrigued, he watched the way she shifted her wings - first upright, then flat, then upright again. The descent was a good one, very smooth, and she hit the ground with only enough leftover momentum to make her stumble a few steps. Success! Danny gave a whoop of excitement, throwing his hands into the air, and matched her smile with one of his own. "That was great!" He could tell from the look on her face that she knew that, and he shook his head in surprise. "You figured it out right away; I'm impressed. All that's left now is figuring out the specifics for you." In some ways, Danny was disappointed that she'd learned so quick - now he wouldn't have a reason to hang out with Anya. Maybe he could casually suggest they fly together...maybe, if he could work up the nerve to actually say it.

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[Danny Larkin]

W E W I L L F I G H T

or we will fall 'til the Angels

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[atrb=width,240] Danny scoffed good-naturedly at Anya's comment about a great teacher, even though he was secretly very pleased. On top of that she was suggesting that they spend more time together, extend the lesson to include tricks. Riding his wave of euphoria, Danny nodded with a smile. "Sure, if you think you really want to. It would be a shame not to actually exercise your new, mad skills." With a wink, he turned to motion at the sky before smiling over his shoulder. "I like showing people how to do things, instead of just explaining it. So...?" He waited only long enough for her acknowledgement before bending his knees and launching into the air. The wind slipping through the wings in his feather always felt so good...For a moment, Danny closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling. It was only a couple seconds, though, and then he opened them once more and banked in a wide circle to allow Anya time to join him. Once she had, though, he wasn't sure he could show her the trick without crashing; having the pretty redhead there with him was very distracting. Trying valiantly to think of something else - anything else - he suddenly recalled something Anya had promised at the cafe. Smirking slightly, he glanced at her, "You still need to teach me some coordination on the ground, you know? Maybe you can teach me to dance for the Masquerade that's coming up." This was only halfway a joke - the dance was actually making Danny a little nervous, and partly because of his inability to dance.

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[Danny Larkin]

W E W I L L F I G H T

or we will fall 'til the Angels

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[atrb=width,240] Danny heard Anya's call through the wind in his ears, and he laughed, not trying to deny it. Partly because he didn't think she'd believe him, and mostly because she was right - he had kinda been showing off. The red-head ran across the field and leapt into the air, joining him after a moment. Danny watched her out of the corner of his eye, appreciating for a moment how pretty she was. As soon as he realized the thought had crossed his mind, he felt himself flush, and let his wings falter so he wobbled and hid his face. Where did that come from? His face still a little warm, he glanced over at Anya, hoping whatever she was saying would be sufficiently distracting. And it was. "Of course I could do that. You would have to stop by the dance room though . . . wearing tights." For just a split second, he was at a complete loss for words. When his brain began to function once more, he smirked, determined to call her bluff. "Well, alright, I'm there. In fact, I'm already wearing my tights." To illustrate his words, he reached down to pluck at his jeans. He was pleased to find that he managed to keep a straight face while he said. After a moment, however, he cracked, smiling widely at her next words. He chuckled ruefully, "I dunno...I think I need a lot more than a dance floor to be able to dance. I'm really not a good dancer."

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