Flyboy

[onangelswings2]

Orientation

[likeadiamondfrost]

“Taking that as a compliment.”

She matched his grin removing her sunglasses fully. She knew that gaze far better than she was going to admit. But still she relished in the attention as always. 

Her hands grabbed the jacket as it draped over her shoulder, holding it in place as she fought the eye roll. How easy they fell back into those roles. Just like before, only it wasn’t. “Oh of course,” she laughed, “How silly of me to think otherwise. I don’t know what I was thinking.” 

Emma’s gaze moved over his body, biting her lip, while her icy gaze paused over the wings before moving to the others of the group. She watched the shock at the display cross their face and  all she could do was shake her head. A slight giggling leaving her lips at their thoughts. His hand extended and she rose a brow at him. “Mmm vaguely,” She teased smirking  taking the offered hand. 

[onangelswings2]

He took her hand, placing it on his shoulder, arm about her waist, securing her against him, a knowing smirk at the familiar proximity. “Vaguely, huh? Let’s see if this will jog your memo-.”. With no more warning, Warren took off. Propelling from the ground, as shocked gasps from the group melted away. Blonde hair whipping in his face he laughed, exhilaration and relief flooding his veins. And finally he was soaring, rising above the school, before settling into an easy glide. “Like you could forget this,”, he laughed out above the wind.

[bobbyrpdrake-blog]

I’m Back

Bobby walked down the halls for the first time in what felt like years. The school looked exactly the same, but he knew it was different, everything had changed since he had left, even himself.

Leaving was the second hardest thing Bobby could have ever done. But, the hardest would have been staying. He new something was wrong. he had felt himself cooling down for months and it started effecting his relationships with other people and even his own mind. He felt himself distancing from everyone, becoming as cold on the inside as he was on the outside, and he didn’t want that to happen. Bobby had packed up his things and left, without telling a soul. It seemed right at the time, but now he was going to have to explain himself to everyone he had left behind. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but Bobby wouldn’t have come back if he didn’t think it was possible.

Thinking about all the traveling he had done since he left, took him away from where his was in the hall. He was back on the mountains, and the freezing air whipped past his cheeks. He was so lost in his memories that he didn’t even realize that his feet had taken him far from where he was suppose to be headed. Snapping back into reality, Bobby scanned the area until he spotted someone. Taking a deep breathe, he approached them.

“I don’t suppose you can lead me to my room? I seem to have forgotten how to navigate this place after all.”

[onangelswings2]

Wandering into strangers rooms was providing ample entertainment, enough for the itch in his wings not to be overwhelming. As with most things however, Warren’s attention was wearing thin and the desire to jump out of the nearest window was building. There wasn’t much to be said for Iowa. New York had been his home, his blood, the energy of the city that never sleeps thrummed inside him, and the need for that same frenetic pace was not something sleepy Iowa could satiate or contain. One thing that could be said for Iowa however, and that was the sky. Fresh, clear, open skies, free from smog, noise or light pollution, or worse, prying eyes. Just the sight of it was intoxicating.

He was trying to figure out the window latch when someone interrupted his train of thought. Not a moment’s hesitation before he replied with a confident, “Of course! You alright? You seem nervous. First day?”.

[sonofgamma]

“This campus is too big.”

[onangelswings2]

“Mate. New York is big. This is a, cupboard.”.

[buckybarnesshieldu]

Bucky breathed out a cloud of smoke. “I think I’m the Weeder Soldier at this point.”

[onangelswings2]

“Bucky Barnes... ?“, Warren spun on his heel to double take, a curious smirk tugging at the corner of his lips at the man. “You smoke?”.

[basicallyawalkingtumor]

Text: Look at this and tell me this isn’t a million dollar idea 

Text: 

Text: This’ll make me rival the Stark’s in wealth.

[onangelswings2]

Text: Shit that’s brilliant.

Text: Where do I invest???

[onangelswings2]

Orientation

[likeadiamondfrost]

Emma had joined the tour group because she was curious. What exactly were they telling people about the random explosions, reconstructions not once but twice. She had no doubt Howard had some lie to cover it up. To say she wasn’t disappointed was an understatement.

And then the familiar voice had her covering a laugh.She was beginning to wonder when the rest of the world–the mutant world that was–would come walking through the quad of SHIELD.

Oh it was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Sunglass moving down her nose she turned to him and smirked. “Just arrived and already you want to ditch, Warren. Setting such great standards for the underclassmen.”

[onangelswings2]

“As I live and breathe... “

He took a step back, grin stretching as blue eyes wandered up and down, half examining, mostly shamelessly checking her out. Still hot. Annoyingly.

He smiled. “Sure. Have to teach them how New Yorkers make an exit.”, Warren replied easily as he draped his jacket over her shoulders. It was a habit from the old days, necessary when you liked impromptu flights and your girlfriend liked wearing nothing. Much to Warren’s delight.

People were looking now. Though not with as much God-fearing awe as he was used to, more surprise that the boy beside them had just sprouted wings. He extended a hand, as if asking for a dance. “Remember this?”.

[onangelswings2]

Orientation

Warren was grinning through orientation. Everything was just so.. novel. From the open space, to the fresh air -free from the delicious, mostly suspicious New York aromas-,  to the strange folk walking around, and the lack of any kind of reaction to them. The girl was cute too which didn’t hurt.

“And this,” the tour guide gestured, “Is the mathematics building.”. It looked like a construction site. “It’s undergoing some renovations.”, she explained with a flap of the hands, “redesign, that kind of thing.”.

From the back of the group, someone yelled. “Really? Because it looks like someone blew a hole in the side of it!”.

“That’s.. decorative- And moving on to the science block!”.

Warren turned to the person next to him, peeling off his leather jacket, white wings unfurling. “Okay, as cute as this is. Think we’ve endured enough. Ditch?”.

[onangelswings2]

A playlist featuring Kanye West, The Plastics, Tove Lo, and others

[onangelswings2]