TM - Tunnel
Oct. 29th, 2006 06:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
semihero_pietroHe leaned against the wall of the tunnel. The cool bricks against his back bled their tempreture though the thin jumpsuit of the mutant, reminding him that it was fall already. Even without his mutation, the summer months always sped by faster than they should, putting the world once more into 9 months of cold, dreary days that heralded rain and eventually snow in their coldest form.
Shaking his head, he forced the silver hair that fell across his eyes to go back to the sides. Even his hair grew too fast, he mused. He would need another haircut soon, otherwise he would have it hanging to his shoulders by Thanksgiving. Wanda always made fun of him if his hair was too long, saying that he looked like an old woman like that.
Thanksgiving. It was only a month away, and he wondered what this year would bring with the holidays. And then they would be past, he would be a year older, and time would continue on it's pace forward, bringing the flowers back out of hiding and the ground would start warming up.
But that was the future. Not today. Instead, today he was just standing in the tunnel, staring at the trees that lie just beyond. The green leaves that had only been one week ago were now brilliant shades of red and gold and some even purple. And he knew that when he came back to this spot next week, they would be brown, shriviled, and fallen to the ground.
Even nature knew how to move fast. Which meant that Quicksilver knew when to just stop and watch the world move past him for once, because if he blinked twice, it could be gone.
Shaking his head, he forced the silver hair that fell across his eyes to go back to the sides. Even his hair grew too fast, he mused. He would need another haircut soon, otherwise he would have it hanging to his shoulders by Thanksgiving. Wanda always made fun of him if his hair was too long, saying that he looked like an old woman like that.
Thanksgiving. It was only a month away, and he wondered what this year would bring with the holidays. And then they would be past, he would be a year older, and time would continue on it's pace forward, bringing the flowers back out of hiding and the ground would start warming up.
But that was the future. Not today. Instead, today he was just standing in the tunnel, staring at the trees that lie just beyond. The green leaves that had only been one week ago were now brilliant shades of red and gold and some even purple. And he knew that when he came back to this spot next week, they would be brown, shriviled, and fallen to the ground.
Even nature knew how to move fast. Which meant that Quicksilver knew when to just stop and watch the world move past him for once, because if he blinked twice, it could be gone.
