muse:the legs.

a/n: i promised someone that i'd help with story revisions... so here 'tis. please, excuse my 2 'o clock brain. oh, and the point of view difference. sorry.

muse:
the water hesitantly gives way to his milling limbs. it's hard to regain the speed that once came so naturally to him, but now sans one leg, water is not as friendly as before. he pushes, pulls, grapples--and suddenly, the wall is there. solid, firm, hard. the end. his head jets out of the water, air rushes in to fill his lungs. he exhales slightly, disappointedly noting the fact that he's second-to-last in the second meet of the season.

but, he thinks, at least it's better than last time.


small rivulets of water slide down his toned arms as he pushes himself up and out of the pool, his body protesting almost every movement. inhaling slowly, he swings himself around on the wet poolside tile to face yet another obstacle--the prosthetic leg. he wasn't expecting anything different from the appendage today--it would be yet another struggle to get it to fit comfortably. rolling his eyes, he reaches for the thing, gingerly placing his former leg in the socket. as he fiddles with all the connectors, he amusedly reflects on the results of the meet.


still not up to speed, but...


a smile slowly makes itself onto his face.

better than last time, and i still love it.


he takes a huff of the slightly chlorine-tainted air, relishing the feel of it whooshing gently in his nose. his fingers have stopped moving, signalling that the leg was now attached. as he shakily stands, he finds, for the first time, that the leg isn't resisting anymore. it's natural, it's perfect. almost as if it had been there all along.