-Raeg'n-
His large head turned so slowly to her, meeting her bright gaze evenly and cool. She paid no mind to his disheveled appearance -perhaps he always looked that way- and watched with interest as his body followed that turn and squared up with hers. Massive wings at his side ruffled and fluttered as he resettled them and her eyes caught on the movement, a brief flash of pain in her eyes and then gone again. Lauchlan. He used to have wings too, and had been so broken when they were gone and his magic -his curse- was returned to him. Where was he these days? And did he hate her..
She observed them a moment longer. Were she a real angel, perhaps she'd have wings too.
Quickly wiping away the shadows in her eyes, she asked him if he knew how to dance. He nodded, then dropped to a knee. Her ears pulled back warily and she jerked her chin up and to the side to stare down at him. What game is this? She'd never seen anyone do that move, and she couldn't find the strategy to it. It looked stupidly vulnerable to her, but maybe that was the point as he straightened again, still without any intent to attack her. Damn if he wasn't as strange as people seemed to think she was. She dashed that thought away.
He did another odd move, tossed his head in Ruan's direction, then his mouth opened and closed as though he were a gasping fish out of water. Her pretty brows furrowed as she stared at him. Maybe he was touched by madness. He didn't seem to be though as he shook his head purposefully -though she wasn't sure what that purpose was. Some kind of infliction then, an impairment maybe. She recognized the glint of a question in his eyes though, and inwardly shrugged the rest away as odd but unimportant.
Him? she asked uncertainly. That's my boy Ruan. He was near starved to death with a Demon standing over him when I found him. She spoke matter-of-factly, simply stating things how they were. She knew no other way of it. The demon -Death, Deimos- will return one day and so I am his until he is freed from the wicked brute. I protect him.
She was strong and sure, and her voice never wavered, even as her heart grew heavier at her secret reality; that she had a weakness and she may yet fail him and fall before she can save him. She had been working on it, trying to extend her stamina and counter it, but her time of training had halted abruptly when she found him that day and placed herself before him as a shield.
You don't speak? she looked at him quizzically, coming to the belated conclusion as he'd used his head-jerks to speak for him. It was really his eyes that did the talking, though she wasn't sure it was polite to say so.
She observed them a moment longer. Were she a real angel, perhaps she'd have wings too.
Quickly wiping away the shadows in her eyes, she asked him if he knew how to dance. He nodded, then dropped to a knee. Her ears pulled back warily and she jerked her chin up and to the side to stare down at him. What game is this? She'd never seen anyone do that move, and she couldn't find the strategy to it. It looked stupidly vulnerable to her, but maybe that was the point as he straightened again, still without any intent to attack her. Damn if he wasn't as strange as people seemed to think she was. She dashed that thought away.
He did another odd move, tossed his head in Ruan's direction, then his mouth opened and closed as though he were a gasping fish out of water. Her pretty brows furrowed as she stared at him. Maybe he was touched by madness. He didn't seem to be though as he shook his head purposefully -though she wasn't sure what that purpose was. Some kind of infliction then, an impairment maybe. She recognized the glint of a question in his eyes though, and inwardly shrugged the rest away as odd but unimportant.
Him? she asked uncertainly. That's my boy Ruan. He was near starved to death with a Demon standing over him when I found him. She spoke matter-of-factly, simply stating things how they were. She knew no other way of it. The demon -Death, Deimos- will return one day and so I am his until he is freed from the wicked brute. I protect him.
She was strong and sure, and her voice never wavered, even as her heart grew heavier at her secret reality; that she had a weakness and she may yet fail him and fall before she can save him. She had been working on it, trying to extend her stamina and counter it, but her time of training had halted abruptly when she found him that day and placed herself before him as a shield.
You don't speak? she looked at him quizzically, coming to the belated conclusion as he'd used his head-jerks to speak for him. It was really his eyes that did the talking, though she wasn't sure it was polite to say so.
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