Landed Wings - By Skylhur Tranqille Page 0,15
clear myself. I’m ready for him now. He looks up, sees it’s me, lays his head against the pavement and laughs.
“There is more to you than meets the eye Princess.”
There is only one appropriate response here, I hiss.
“Don’t call me that, you know my name. And I can say the same about you Mocha.”
He stops laughing.
“You don’t know what you are doing. How do you know that messing with me won’t cause you more problems than you bargained for?”
“Because you’re full of hot air. Because I do NOT back down, especially not from someone as arrogant and cocky as you.”
He regards me with interest.
“I thought you would’ve given up since the last time I saw you. But you are more persistent than I thought. But before you continue on your suicidal path,” he pauses and flips me over so suddenly I find myself beneath him, “Don’t underestimate your enemies.”
“So are you saying you’re my enemy?”
“No, I’m saying I could be and others certainly are.”
His disdainful look is back. I’m really starting to hate that look.
“And naïve enough to think you don’t have any.”
He rolls off of me and walks away for the second time. But I’m done with having stilted conversations filled with
innuendo and vague information. I jump after him again and grab his arm. In the moonlight, his eyes aren’t light brown anymore – they are a fierce onyx.
“We are going to talk. You are going to answer my questions. I’m done with you walking away from me and not explaining anything.”
He just looks at me, and then looks away. He looks at me again, grabs my arm and pulls me back into the darkness of the alley.
“Fine. Ask away. What do you want to know?”
“Will you answer all the questions I ask?”
“Yes.”
He has a sly look on his face. I’m not sure I trust him or
anything he will say. On second thought, I definitely don’t. I promise that I was going to ask why he had wings. I was going to ask what he was doing down here. I would have asked a million questions beside the one I did, but it was the one that came out of my mouth.
“Why did you kiss me?”
He looks surprised as I felt after that question left my mouth. I mentally smack myself.
“What?”
Well, there is no backing out of it now.
“Why did you kiss me? There were a million other ways you could have covered us, but you chose that one. Why?”
I hadn’t even realized that I had been thinking about that. I guess that somewhere in my mind, my subconscious was. I can see the question makes him uncomfortable. He just looks at me, not saying a word. I don’t really expect him to answer or show a good side. He’ll probably be as rude and mean as he’s been every other time we’ve met. Still, he looks like he is struggling with something – debating what to do. I see a flash of anger, indecision, and a forced look, like he has to swallow something bitter down. He’s obviously come to some kind of conclusion and sighs. Judging from his expression, I’m guessing I’m not going to like what he is going to say.
“Because…you’re beautiful. And fierce. Your wings…they drew me in. I didn’t think…I just did what was natural to me.”
The words didn’t come easily. He sounded like he had a bad taste in his mouth. Even though he is being honest, suddenly I can’t look at his face. Out of all the possible answers to my question, I really hadn’t expected that.
“Don’t hide your face from me. If you have the guts to come here and tackle me in an alley - then have the guts to look at me.”
He put his finger under my chin and lifted my face up until I was looking right into his face. I don’t particularly like him, but I can’t ignore his appeal. And his words about me being beautiful were unexpectedly tender.
“What’s your next question?”
He asks with much less anger than before. The right question will come out of my mouth this time. He removes his hand from my face.
“Why do you have wings? Why do you live down here?”
“I can’t answer that question. I can’t put an innocent, naive, SkyBound in danger.”
I hear his condescending tone loud and clear.
“How can you not like your own people?”
“SkyBound are not my people. They are merely others who have wings like I do. But I do not consider them my people.”
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