Related to this here drabble after a discussion with franciium about what she would build the universe into.
Or, so he’d thought. There’s something wrong. He can feel it. His newly healed wing doesn’t feel right. Signless ignores it. He has to get back to the sky. He has to. It’s where he belongs. With two strong flaps he prepares to lift off. He can fly again, he can. His feet leave the ground, but it only lasts a moment before his wing buckles. Signless smacks back into the ground.
…no. No, no, no, no. He has to be able to fly. He has to! He flaps again, but this time his paws don’t even leave the ground. No. Signless flaps again. Pain lances through his wing and he stops. He-he can’t fly. It’s all healed and he can’t-
It’s like the entirety of his existence, his core has been taken away. His wings fold back tightly and he drops to the ground. Signless curls tight, shaking slightly. He can’t fly. He will never fly again.
He’s not sure how long he stays curled up before he feels the vibration of someone coming closer. Dualscar noses at him. Signless hisses and doesn’t uncurl. The other dragon grumbles and noses at him again, hard enough to break his tight little ball. Signless does not appreciate this, but before he can screech his displeasure Dualscar is lying beside him and motioning for the smaller dragon to climb on.
Part of him wants to tell him to fuck off, but Dualscar has never asked for the like before. Suspiciously, Signless scrambles up between his wings and squawks a question. Dualscar doesn’t answer except to stand up and spread his wings.
It takes a number of hard flaps to get his bulk off the ground and Signless still isn’t sure what he’s doing, but they’re climbing into the sky. Dualscar gets up just below the clouds and starts to glide, flapping enough to keep them airborne.
Signless’s wings spread automatically to feel the wind tug and slide through his feathers. It’s…it’s almost like he’s flying again. His claws scrape lightly against Dualscar’s and he spreads his wings a little further. If he tilts his head up it’s almost like he’s the one flying despite not feeling the pull of his own wing muscles.
He can still fly. Signless brings his head back down and rubs his cheek against Dualscar’s neck. Thank you.
