[Teddy had, at first, widened his eyes when Billy used his magic, unsure what he'd used it on. The lights dimmed, but at the same time, there's a different sort of glow around them, made clear when Billy's eyes fade to brown again. And when he's nudged to his back, and when he sees what's on the ceiling...
Well, he realizes that it's not their ceiling anymore. Or, rather... It is. Maybe. But it sure doesn't look like it, not when it's absolutely covered with stars and the vastness of space beyond it. It's like Billy opened up the ceiling and the roof for him, the barrier and the projection of stars, and showed him the real, actual sky, a view just like back home. It's one of the only reasons he'd leave New York City, flying just enough away to stare up at the sky, unobstructed by the life of the city.
It's just like that, and Teddy ends up staring for a long moment, awestruck, lips parted and eyes wide with wonder. He raises his arm, fingers stretched as if he could touch it, bring the stars closer to them until he has them in his hands. Impossible and silly, he knows... Then again, this should be impossible, too. And that glow Billy had in his eyes, and that song...]
... It goes on forever, and... [His arm lowers, the back of his wrist against his forehead, and he smiles a wide, dimpled smile, thinking the quote to be so appropriate right now.] Oh my God, it's full of stars...
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Well, he realizes that it's not their ceiling anymore. Or, rather... It is. Maybe. But it sure doesn't look like it, not when it's absolutely covered with stars and the vastness of space beyond it. It's like Billy opened up the ceiling and the roof for him, the barrier and the projection of stars, and showed him the real, actual sky, a view just like back home. It's one of the only reasons he'd leave New York City, flying just enough away to stare up at the sky, unobstructed by the life of the city.
It's just like that, and Teddy ends up staring for a long moment, awestruck, lips parted and eyes wide with wonder. He raises his arm, fingers stretched as if he could touch it, bring the stars closer to them until he has them in his hands. Impossible and silly, he knows... Then again, this should be impossible, too. And that glow Billy had in his eyes, and that song...]
... It goes on forever, and... [His arm lowers, the back of his wrist against his forehead, and he smiles a wide, dimpled smile, thinking the quote to be so appropriate right now.] Oh my God, it's full of stars...