He liked the sounds. The white noise hum and whirrr of the propellers and the grumble of the engines, like a sleepy dragon snoring were always there, in the background, reminding him he was home. Even when the voices laughed and chatted and flirted loud enough to cover the slap of cards on the tables and the clink of chips sliding from hand to hand or the clatter of dice in the cup and across the soft felt matting, he could still feel the basso thrum of the engines beneath his feet. And he knew he was home, because when the engines murmured to themselves, they were flying, and home was the sky moreso than any city full of gold and sex and opportunity; this was home. Freedom was home, so the sky was home because the sky was freedom and this was freedom with the shuffle and rattle of money freely spent and wine freely drunk and obligations freely cast aside for a moment or two or a thousand- on and on for the rest of eternity. This was home, where he could close the door and trace pale scars over paler skin and watch it turn scarlet beneath the blade of a knife and no one would ever know or say a word because this was his home, and who were they to comment on a new scar among so many hundreds of others? Not when he was free to smile and laugh, even though laughing only brought back memories of her laugh, and how she had been home, as well, even more than the sky. Her laughter had been free, truly free, and because freedom was home, she was home, but it must have been wrong, too wrong to presume, because she'd found ways to test her freedom and she'd flown away, away- and so he was alone, with no place to call home.

But he liked the sounds, because they filled the air and drowned out the silence that was where her laughter should have been.
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Setzer. Because I'm in a fangirlish sort of mood, and he's the sort of character to appreciate pretentious wankery. Don't mind me- it's just too much fun to say that word. :)

Just going towards proving Mr Broan even further...I should read more children's books. They might keep me from making cryptic comments. ;)