I had something come to be so… Vividly… That I had to share it.
Me holding someone’s hand. And their skin is almost burning it’s so hot. The color of charcoal or ash. Wings of darkness that dwarf all five of my own. Somewhere in them the color red- like an ember waiting to burst back into flame. Knowing I’m theirs and they’re mine and believing that we’ll never part.
Being pulled away from them and it hurt more then they ever could have hurt me with their heat. And knowing that fighting to be next to them again would cause my death. Choosing to run away instead. Breaking one of my wings as I fled. Trying to look behind me to see if I could still see them but it’s all dust and smoke and the sense of imminent death in battle.
Tripping and feeling the dust and debris wash over me and thinking I was dying here. Getting pulled out by a stranger. Not being able to walk on my own never the less fly. Now there’s multiple wings broken. I might never fly again. I don’t know what happened to my mate. My partner is still missing. I never fly unaided again and I never find them