​Inui built his wings through many long nights spent bent over feathers and wood, hide and glue. When the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, he would sleep and dream of the world as it must look from overhead.
The sun shone brightly the day he finally took flight. The wind caught his wings as he leapt from the mouth of his cave, and he soared, looking down on the land below like an omniscient god. The sun beat down, warming the back of his neck as it softened glue and melted wax.
Inui's wings failed, and he plummeted toward the ground.
The river reached up to meet him, a giant, watery serpent that wrapped around him and softened his fall.
"Thank you," Inui said when the coughing finally stopped.
Prince of Tennis, Inui/Kaidou, G, wingfic
The sun shone brightly the day he finally took flight. The wind caught his wings as he leapt from the mouth of his cave, and he soared, looking down on the land below like an omniscient god. The sun beat down, warming the back of his neck as it softened glue and melted wax.
Inui's wings failed, and he plummeted toward the ground.
The river reached up to meet him, a giant, watery serpent that wrapped around him and softened his fall.
"Thank you," Inui said when the coughing finally stopped.
"Fsssshhhhhhhhh," the snake god replied.