06-12-2020, 11:00 PM
YADIGAR
there’s a hole in my chest but it’s mine, baby, it’s all i got.
He studies her face and the way the blurs of color twist with her expression. If she is intrigued, he cannot quite tell. Learning what certain expressions mean as opposed to others was hard enough when he still had his eye. When she startles back, however, his small ears perk up curiously and he sucks in a sharp gasp when she changes once more. If only he could change his shape like that. He would become a bird and fly away from here, never looking back.
His lips part to ask her to make him just like her, but then she changes again. That milk-white eye goes wide in shock as she continues to twist and bend into fantastic new forms. The tiger is, perhaps, his favorite.
Yadigar tilts his head when she goes quite still. The abrupt shift in her behavior confuses him. Is this another trick she knows? He edges closer once more as their future continues to play out in glimpses. What is he? The question is nearly as shocking as her magic. His wings lay more comfortably across his back as he considers it a moment longer.
“I’m Yadigar. Whatever that means, I guess,” he answers with a short, faltering laugh. His right claws paw idly at the ground beneath him as he lowers his gaze to avoid her stare for a while. He is not nearly as wonderful as her and this fact makes itself quite obvious to him. “Can you change others too? I’d like to be a bird, I think. Just fly away and leave my old self behind.”
A frown develops across his lips. He hates these teeth, these scales, and especially these claws. Feathers and brittle bones would suit him much better. But he forces himself to lift his chin and meet her gaze once more. The blind eye dims and resumes its empty stare. Somewhere, in the rafters of his thoughts, he stitches all his precious little dreams to the idea of her. If she cannot grant his wish then she can live it for him - take flight and abandon all the ache here.
His lips part to ask her to make him just like her, but then she changes again. That milk-white eye goes wide in shock as she continues to twist and bend into fantastic new forms. The tiger is, perhaps, his favorite.
Yadigar tilts his head when she goes quite still. The abrupt shift in her behavior confuses him. Is this another trick she knows? He edges closer once more as their future continues to play out in glimpses. What is he? The question is nearly as shocking as her magic. His wings lay more comfortably across his back as he considers it a moment longer.
“I’m Yadigar. Whatever that means, I guess,” he answers with a short, faltering laugh. His right claws paw idly at the ground beneath him as he lowers his gaze to avoid her stare for a while. He is not nearly as wonderful as her and this fact makes itself quite obvious to him. “Can you change others too? I’d like to be a bird, I think. Just fly away and leave my old self behind.”
A frown develops across his lips. He hates these teeth, these scales, and especially these claws. Feathers and brittle bones would suit him much better. But he forces himself to lift his chin and meet her gaze once more. The blind eye dims and resumes its empty stare. Somewhere, in the rafters of his thoughts, he stitches all his precious little dreams to the idea of her. If she cannot grant his wish then she can live it for him - take flight and abandon all the ache here.