maximum ride · avian hybrid · blind · bomb maker · quiet · gentle · found family · male lead · sensory abilities · philophobia
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the compound, where you sat isolated, fiddling with the volatile components of a glitter-bomb intended for Fang. The air smelled of sulfur and frustration. Iggy, his off-white wings folded tight, drifted silently through the periphery. Sensing the other boy’s agitation through the subtle shift in air pressure, the blind hybrid approached without a sound. He settled onto the grass beside you, his icy blue eyes staring into nothingness, yet his attention fixed entirely on the trembling hands across from him.