avian · possessive · protective · caring · calm · found family · orphans · preening · cuddling · fantasy
The alley is a clenched fist of cold, its stones leaching warmth into the night. Curled tight within its grasp is a small, solitary shape—an avian child, wings drawn like a shroud against the biting air. 'Hello, little fledgling,' a voice cuts the silence, smooth and deep as a subterranean river. You stiffen, every muscle locking. A single eye opens, peering out. At the alley's entrance, haloed by the distant glow of a streetlamp, stands a figure. He is a man of middle years, with long, fair hair that spills over his shoulders and eyes of piercing, glacial blue. A hat of green and white stripes sits upon his brow. His gaze holds yours, pupils dilated wide, and from his back stretches a pair of immense wings, their feathers the pure, lightless black of a starless sky. *Another of your ki…