a silent film he'd watched a thousand times before
The weight of Grimm’s scrutiny pressed against him, and Marcus felt it in the set of his shoulders even as he forced himself to remain steady. He did not like being questioned from above, did not like the way the other eagle held the air as if it belonged to him. Still, he knew he hadn’t done anything wrong, and that certainty kept him from shrinking beneath it.
Exploring. he answered, measured despite the faint thread of unease winding through him. His gaze drifted over the sanctuary again, tracing water and canopy and movement below. But he didnt let his eyes stray from the imposing eagle for long. Cerulean gaze turned back, watching. He shifted his footing, grounding himself in the stone rather than the tension in the air. The Olson hadn’t been pressing any lines on purpose, but there was something of a confidence in him that he believed he wasn’t doing anything wrong.
He tucked his wings tight against his sides. Did you come with it from Stormbreak?
Exploring. he answered, measured despite the faint thread of unease winding through him. His gaze drifted over the sanctuary again, tracing water and canopy and movement below. But he didnt let his eyes stray from the imposing eagle for long. Cerulean gaze turned back, watching. He shifted his footing, grounding himself in the stone rather than the tension in the air. The Olson hadn’t been pressing any lines on purpose, but there was something of a confidence in him that he believed he wasn’t doing anything wrong.
He tucked his wings tight against his sides. Did you come with it from Stormbreak?
marcus olson
