01-29-2016, 10:13 PM
THE SUPERSTARS SUCKED IN THE SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE
His hard-earned solitude is interrupted with the swishing noise of wings and a solid thumping of hooves hitting the sand behind him. He whips about in order to see the cause and his mismatched eyes (an inheritance passed down through his father and his father’s mother little did he know) alight upon a rather overbearingly purple girl. A silent staring match ensues and Warner is not inspired to break it any time soon. He’d rather she went away and refrain from letting his current location be released to any of his captors.
Of course, perhaps he was looking at one of his captors already.
She finally breaks the silence by approaching him with open curiosity and he is not sad to see that probing gaze fade away. It was uncomfortable to be scrutinized by a stranger and Warner felt like he perhaps hadn’t measured up in some odd way. He was rather silly for assuming such things but even one still so young could feel the pressures of judging peers. The boy simply didn’t have enough experience with social cues and calculating the inner workings of a stranger’s mind.
“I didn’t do anything? It just flew away.”
Warner hadn’t realized that he possessed what others might call a gift. He simply hadn’t lived long enough (a mere couple of days at most) to realize peculiar things about himself. After all, his only interactions had involved either his mother or the group of strangers who had taken him from his home. The boy couldn’t have known that the time he tripped and scraped his knees that he would have bled and eventually that blood would have clotted into scabbing. Instead, his skin had begun to stitch itself together before that process could even begin – all that remained was the traces of blood that had once ran freely down his legs.
In fact, this girl’s wings were a source of curiosity for Warner. Her gift was obvious – one of the most physical of gifts one could possess. But it was an abnormality in his young eyes. All he knew was his pretty bay mother with her glittery shoes. Warner was coming to realize that perhaps this world was much too large for him to know intimately. Feathery wings and strange golden earth with its crashing waves was merely the tip to the iceberg.
(michaelis x orani)