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

“Not everyone is nice,” he echoes, although it’s more of an affirmation than a question. He knows the world to be a beautiful thing—how else could his heart be so struck with the beauty of it, so in awe of the way that the sun slants across the meadow in the morning—but he also knows it to be cruel. Knows that there are those who would keep you at arm’s length and not welcome you into their home. Those who would look at you like an outside until you are sure that you are; until you’re sure that you always will be.

Still, the idea that the cruelty could be turned against her hurts him in ways that surprise him.

His delicate mouth pulls in the corner, the frown creasing his glowing lips. “But you should never be worried about things like that.” He reaches over to nudge her neck. “You only deserve the greatest of things. You deserve the kindest moments.” There’s a certainty that does not come easily to him, but only because this seems like such a universal truth. It’s so obvious to him—how could it be different?

The moment is broken though with a yawn. Something that surprises him enough that his purple eyes grow a little wide at the end of it. “I didn’t realize how late it’s getting.” It was. He looks up and he sees the sun beginning to set in the distance—and in the corner of his eye, he sees his antlered father coming up to the outskirts of the playground. “That’s my dad,” he nods in his direction.

“Is someone coming to get you soon?”

He hesitates, not willing to move away just yet.

“Will I get to see you again?”

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