[Idk. Maybe have them interact somehow? I'm not sure how'd that work. Maybe Reuvan flies off and basically says " F school rules. I'm leaving." ? I like your new avi btw]

[Me: *spends 10 minutes hunting down Leahs sheet* Me: Oh okay, Sprite? No strong winds? Hm]

I continued with my homework.

After a few minutes the blanket lump shifted, and Reuvan pulled himself out awkwardly, almost falling on the floor.

He stretched his wings a little, a feather that was definitely too big to be down falling to the floor. Giving me a quick glance, he pushed the window open all the way. He had that same bitter look on his face that was starting to become a little less common nowadays.

Sometimes I wondered how he actually felt about those outbursts he had. Getting excited about the littlest things then falling back. He usually disappeared for the whole rest of the day when those happened. I was fairly certain he remembered everything, and he never really seemed embarrassed or depressed about it.

Just bitter. A confused look in his eyes everytime he walked away.

Somedays it was different.

On days were he was like that all day he seemed fine. On days like these, were it came of like a burst of flame and left just as quick seemed to leave him dazed.

Reuvan dropped his robes next to his bed, wearing just a set of dress pants (school issued) and a black tank-top underneath.


"I'm going out." He said softly, and then he was gone.


Maybe I'd switch out one of my classes for Music.

[Oof if you wanted a poke at Reuvans wings, now that they aren't disguised like he usually has them, he's based off a White-breasted nuthatch]

Reuvan


I shut my eyes, the cold wind stinging my face as I felt myself falling.


Falling. Falling. Falling.

I breathed out.

I opened my wings in a flurry of feathers, stopping my fall a mere few feet from the ground.

I flapped them once more, shooting off into the trees, flying just high enough that I wasn't likely to get caught in the branches. But just low enough that I had to weave around the tops.

For a smaller wing, I was a fast flyer, and I knew it. I could out-fly most of the bigger birds if I tried. I didn't really care for the competition though.

I could feel the cold seeping into my bones as I flew further away from the school. Flying too fast for my steaming breath to accumulate.

I didn't like the cold when I was indoors. But out here it felt relaxing. The harsh sting of snow on my fingertips a bittersweet pain.

I landed somewhere, anywhere. I wasn't sure where, but I could find my way back.

The white landscape felt nostalgic as I leaned back against a tree. The snow wetting my pants, my feathers all bunch up and messy from being laid out on the snow instead of folded up against my body. Now I watched my breath. Floating up, up , up... and then disappearing into the sun.

I watched the snow melt between my fingers.

[Boop! Above ^ Be gone for a few hours but figured I'd double ping now incase you missed it.]

[Oof the lipstick from last nights party stained >.>]

Cypress

I waited for the winged blonde girl by the West Wing.

No one ever came here, or they rarely did anyway. I didn't know why, nor did I care, but it was convenient.

I ran over our encounter once again. I witnessed the murder, it was an accident really, I'd just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Or maybe it was the right place.

I still wasn't sure how I'd managed to convince the girl not to kill me, but I did know we had similar missons.

We were, for some reason or another, trying to obtain and object. Or a person.

Personally, I'd been sent to find someone. I was told they'd be the key to....well, something. I wasn't sure why we needed them, but I wasn't suppose to kill them. Only take them hostage.

I had no idea what the blonde was after though. But she was willing to kill for it. And if need be, I was willing to kill whatever stood in my way of capturing this person.

I checked my watch.

The girl was late.

[lol like, have them get grouped together for smth and be forced to work as a team?]