#(nix dancing in an abandoned church to what 100% was very much not classic or churchy music)

[godzexperiment]

It was one of the spaces he actually occupied frequently; an complicated set of walls that he just stripped down to its bare bones emotionally most days. Loud music blaring, echoing around while he twirled around with his eyes closed. Ever so light hopping on, off the pews and enjoying himself. And song after song of it- until he was spinning ever so fast, with perfect balance on the back edge of the pew bench. Until the last song was hitting its final chords. With which he ran along its length- using one foot to push himself off into the air. That moment before gravity was able to grip tight. While he just sort of drifted; even with his wings not present. Before his boots impacted soundlessly, an little last spin on the tip of them for the final seconds of instrumental. Just standing there for an moment with his eyes closed. Then the little run, slight gliding despite the heavy traction of his boots with an little help of his wings to fill the dead air with some more music.