08-04-2019, 01:14 AM
The summer heat is sticky across his skin as the sun reaches its zenith, baking the meadow in a heat that blankets him with humidity. The sweat collecting across his skin makes the gold of his body shimmer even brighter with each lazy step further into the tall grasses. The ink black patches of him swallow the light whole, however, and let the stars shine bright against their depth. He’s careful to keep his wings slightly unfolded so as not to hold in any more heat against his torso while also shading him from at least some of the sunlight.
A rough sigh slips from his lips as a breeze reminds him just how pleasant the weather had been just this morning when he first traveled from Loess. Maybe the present weather is making him cranky or perhaps the circumstances back at home have soured his mood. Everything seems to remind him of the gloom hanging over him – the way the fawn follows the doe, the falcons mated for life. All is right in their worlds and yet his is falling apart. He snorts softly and turns his head to avoid the sight of it all. The midnight flame of his newborn anger churns delightedly against his ribs as a scowl spreads over his handsome face.
But he doesn’t succumb entirely. Not yet. He grasps for some light still shining through in him when he glances at the rose gold ring shining across his gold and starry chest. Malone assures himself that there is beauty in the eyes of a mischievous genie and perhaps there is comfort to be found in the arms of other men and women. His parents had taught him that, after all, hadn’t they?
Too bad he can’t give his heart freely to them all. Malone laughs softly at the thought as a second breeze weaves its gentle fingers through his dark forelock, kissing cool against his face. The tall grasses rustle against one another and along his muscled sides. His wings spread a little further to soak up the gust while it still cares to rustle his feathers for a while.
A rough sigh slips from his lips as a breeze reminds him just how pleasant the weather had been just this morning when he first traveled from Loess. Maybe the present weather is making him cranky or perhaps the circumstances back at home have soured his mood. Everything seems to remind him of the gloom hanging over him – the way the fawn follows the doe, the falcons mated for life. All is right in their worlds and yet his is falling apart. He snorts softly and turns his head to avoid the sight of it all. The midnight flame of his newborn anger churns delightedly against his ribs as a scowl spreads over his handsome face.
But he doesn’t succumb entirely. Not yet. He grasps for some light still shining through in him when he glances at the rose gold ring shining across his gold and starry chest. Malone assures himself that there is beauty in the eyes of a mischievous genie and perhaps there is comfort to be found in the arms of other men and women. His parents had taught him that, after all, hadn’t they?
Too bad he can’t give his heart freely to them all. Malone laughs softly at the thought as a second breeze weaves its gentle fingers through his dark forelock, kissing cool against his face. The tall grasses rustle against one another and along his muscled sides. His wings spread a little further to soak up the gust while it still cares to rustle his feathers for a while.
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