held on tightly, anyone

[aureus]

Aureus

oh, these wings, they flicker and my feathers stir
'til I'm an ancient soul in a cascade world

For all of his shyness and the way that he pulls back from showing too much of himself, he has no such reserves when it comes to talking about his parents—his family. The only thing that he has is the burning coal of his love in his chest and the way that he knows they are the very center of him. They are the gravity of his life and so he has no embarrassment, no shame, with the way he glows with his love.

“I wish I had wings,” he sighs, glancing up as they walk. There’s no such jealousy to stain his words. Nothing but an appreciation for Pteron’s ability. “It must be so freeing to just take to the skies.”

His lips pull into a more genuine smile that he lets grow when his head is tilted back—something about not looking her directly in the eye making it easier for him to show his true emotion. It’s like a secret and it disappears when he brings his coltish head back down. “Yeah,” he never really thought that it was anything different to have two fathers. “I think it is,” he grins. “My sister and I are pretty lucky.”

His attention goes back to the idea of Astrum and his chest aches the way that it always does during the day when she’s gone. It’s like a part of him is severed and he feels it like phantom pain.

“Her name is Astrum,” he grins. “You’ll meet her.” There’s no question in his voice or room for potential disagreement. There was no way that she wouldn’t meet Astrum. Whether Astrum would like her is an entirely different story he knew, but she was going to have to get used to the idea of sharing soon enough.

and I'm quick with the bullet when it comes undone
I got a head like a turret with a mouth for a gun