@assemblyofminds
He’d felt it. Something in the air, or the plane above that, and it called to him. Something familiar, but still distinctly different from what he should be drawn to. It took no time at all to arrive at Beacon Hills, but locating the source of it proved more difficult. Hiding. Sneaking. Sleeping, maybe? Eventually, however, he found him. Halwyn. It had been... Decades. A blink of an eye to both of their species, but it still didn’t remove the feelings attached.
“That was one hell of a nap.” A joke, maybe in an effort to ease the tension, or just to announce his precense without startlng the hound. It had been a long time, and who knew what the other had been through since. he seemed as drawn to danger as his kind, but they had entirely different ways of handling the situation. A breath escaped, slowly stretching his back, wings feeling heavy. Halwyn always did that to him. Made him feel the weight of what he was, just by being there, and Lance himself doing nothing about it. Did it make him weak? Strong? A failyre, or a development in the right direction for the angels?