♆ You can see him in the distance. He’s a bird without wings, taking flight from building to building. Hard to miss, is the conspicuous yellow-hued back, carried by a shoulder strap, as it rattles against his side. By now, he had evaded his chasers, firing bullets at his feet but to no avail, as his feet seem to move faster. Now he’s on a clear path, and he takes an unthinkable leap, vaulting the chasm of death between two buildings. He lands upon the narrow ledge next to your window, and the messenger bag is removed, shoved through the window into the grasp of your hands.
And then he’s gone, vanished from your sight. All within the mere blink of an eye.
Reblog/like/follow ♆ AU ♆ Literate ♆ Para & action friendly ♆ Based upon Mirror's Edge // .about
