Marcus
Marcus tilted his head slightly and his feathers fluffed, another pleasant rumbling leaving his throat followed by the gentle clicking of his beak. He watched the bright lift of her wings and the eager tilt of her head, and every grounded, practical thought slid loose from its moorings. Yes. Let’s go. At his agreement, the lodge felt too tight suddenly. The instinct to climb, to catch a current and let it carry him, surged hot through his chest.
He answered her with motion instead of words.Shifting back to human form only long enough to let them out of the lodge door and make sure it was shut then behind them, he made his way to the sky.
Feathers burst back across his skin in a swift, tawny ripple. His arms moved into wings, bones hollowing, vision sharpening until every edge and color rang clear. The white-tailed eagle stood where the young man had been, energy humming through every line of him. He gave an eager snap of his powerful wings.
He launched first, but made sure not to leave her behind, cerulean eyes fixed on the rainbow-winged girl as if the flight only counted if she was in it with him. Nothing else held in his mind. Not tea cooling on the counter (or the bottom of the bag), not the half-open cabinet from earlier, not the impossible bag resting nearby with its swallowed treasures and even the spear within. Responsibility, caution, and inventory all fell away beneath the simple, powerful call of open sky.
FIN
He answered her with motion instead of words.Shifting back to human form only long enough to let them out of the lodge door and make sure it was shut then behind them, he made his way to the sky.
Feathers burst back across his skin in a swift, tawny ripple. His arms moved into wings, bones hollowing, vision sharpening until every edge and color rang clear. The white-tailed eagle stood where the young man had been, energy humming through every line of him. He gave an eager snap of his powerful wings.
He launched first, but made sure not to leave her behind, cerulean eyes fixed on the rainbow-winged girl as if the flight only counted if she was in it with him. Nothing else held in his mind. Not tea cooling on the counter (or the bottom of the bag), not the half-open cabinet from earlier, not the impossible bag resting nearby with its swallowed treasures and even the spear within. Responsibility, caution, and inventory all fell away beneath the simple, powerful call of open sky.
FIN
I want you by my side
So that I never feel alone again
So that I never feel alone again
