06-12-2020, 12:45 PM
YADIGAR
there’s a hole in my chest but it’s mine, baby, it’s all i got.
He was born like most children – soft and kind with the light still burning bright in his heart. He was gentle with his siblings. Yadigar loved his family as much as any young boy could. But his father’s love is barbed and sharp. Ghaul’s kindness is fickle at best when it comes to his only son. Scars mark the base of his wings where his father’s teeth sank into him while his sister’s claw marks cover half his face, robbing him of that beautiful golden eye. The wound is mostly healed now but he still shrinks back when anyone approaches from that side.
His milky eye stares blankly into the forest as he watches the outlines of everything around him. Seeing the world in temperatures and blurs of color has always been available to him and he gets along just fine, but he misses the color of the sky. He misses seeing his sisters’ smiles when they play.
Just as a slow sigh begins to escape him, he watches a falcon land gracefully up ahead. He has never seen one up close, and so he takes a step forward on little clawed feet to examine her. He startles backward in surprise when her shape changes to a child around his age. His mother changed, certainly, but her other shape was unique to her. This stranger can blend seamlessly with other animals! Yadigar edges closer with his wings raised just slightly off his back, poised to burst into flight if she moves too quickly.
In his blue-white eye, their future swirls and glows, but he remains unaware of it. He cannot see their first kiss or the inevitable arguments, a love that will tear them apart and put them back together a hundred times over. All he sees is a strange girl who smells like clouds.
“Are you actually a bird, or a girl?” he asks, tilting his head as he traces his nose gingerly across her cheek to explore her face.
His milky eye stares blankly into the forest as he watches the outlines of everything around him. Seeing the world in temperatures and blurs of color has always been available to him and he gets along just fine, but he misses the color of the sky. He misses seeing his sisters’ smiles when they play.
Just as a slow sigh begins to escape him, he watches a falcon land gracefully up ahead. He has never seen one up close, and so he takes a step forward on little clawed feet to examine her. He startles backward in surprise when her shape changes to a child around his age. His mother changed, certainly, but her other shape was unique to her. This stranger can blend seamlessly with other animals! Yadigar edges closer with his wings raised just slightly off his back, poised to burst into flight if she moves too quickly.
In his blue-white eye, their future swirls and glows, but he remains unaware of it. He cannot see their first kiss or the inevitable arguments, a love that will tear them apart and put them back together a hundred times over. All he sees is a strange girl who smells like clouds.
“Are you actually a bird, or a girl?” he asks, tilting his head as he traces his nose gingerly across her cheek to explore her face.