I should have loved a thunderbird instead
at least when spring comes they roar back again
Aegean had lived a relatively secluded life for someone so enamored with the world.
But the people he has always remembered those he has met and no one more than the young boy with the wild adventures in his eyes. He has thought of Pteron often—more often than he admits to himself—and he cannot help but wonder if he had woven an illusion of him when he sees the now young stallion make his way into the kingdom. For a second, he is still, his purple eyes dreamy and far away even as they focus on the shapes of him—even as he watches the way that he walks in with a deep-rooted confidence.
But he would not be able to weave the details of the man into life.
His memory is now hazy on the edges and he does not trust that he would be able to bring him into such stark reality now—let alone with the touch of maturity that has settled into his bones.
Aegean feels his pulse race slightly, a sudden and wonderful feeling, and he smiles as he walks toward the other, the sunlight catching not the milky glow of him and making him all the brighter for it.
“Pteron,” he says the name slowly, as if relishing the syllables. “It feels good to say your name again.” His dark purple eyes study him—not bothering to hide his appreciation or curiosity—and then find his way to the other’s face, his velvet lips pulling into a gentle smile. “It has been too long, friend.”
For a second, he glances to the side and there is a brief illusion of the two of them as colts with their filly friend, walking along the Silver Cove beach and Aegean breathes in the salty sea air before it fades, watching as the wind catches the edges of it and drags it away. He exhales and then looks back quietly.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
