letting go and going down

we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together

On near-silent wings, Remi drops like a stone hurled directly from the sun. Streaking downward with his wings pinned to his body and his eyes fixed on the doe's movements, it's only at the last moment that his wings shoot from his body to alter his descent as his talons reach out for the creature's neck. Once, so very long ago now, he'd attempted something similar to a much different end. That afternoon had seen him shivering and nearly dead, allowed to live only by a fated run-in with Vai.

Now, his talons guided by experience and predatory insight, the hawk's weapons slice cleanly through the doe's neck, bathing both birds in a warm spray of blood. It inspires thoughts of carnality and lust in the mind of the avian, and however unsure he is of Danta on the whole, in the split seconds post-kill, he'd happily have twined himself around the other man's bones and whispered murderous melodies over his skin.

THE ALCHEMIST

we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun