She opened her wings, the wind curling through the feathers, ruffling them with its soft caress. Her dark hair wisped around her bare shoulders as she gazed down over her protector. Something awoke her. Something she felt, it stirred, it bothered her, even as he lay quiet in his dreams, his face pale and unfocused. She gave a laborious flap, her shoulders groaning in anticipation for flight, but pulled them back in when she saw that her movement caused him to stir. She folded back in on herself, the weight disappearing as they folded into her back, thought the burden they carried weight no less, open or not.
He opened his eyes, deep, brown, like the middle of the ocean, unseen and unsettling. Images flowed across them, dreams that had not yet passed outside his sight, disturbing his thoughts, confusing his whereabouts. He caught a glimpse of the wings being pulled to her sides, the feathers forming a strong hold on her shoulders, as then melded into her skin, as if they never existed. He hadn’t known what she was when he stumbled onto her path. He still didn’t quite understand how she was able to see things that hadn’t actually happened yet, or understand forces that were not caused by herself. Or him.
She finally figured out why she gravitated towards him. He was her protector. Her wings opened again. He was waking, tired and restless. He looked over at his side, startled and anguished her presence wasn’t right next to him. but she reached out, her fingers extended slightly, and pulled him to her, wrapping her wings around him, curling his body towards hers, embracing his warmth. His heart settled, his breathing calm, and he sighed, peering out over the rustling feathers as the sunrise flickered up over the clouds.
