Black Winged Lust
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Husky's past, left behind as the infuriated shouts of his former ringmaster started to fade away in the arms of a black winged angel, still had yet to fade in his memory. The long blond wig nor the soft rose coloured makeup and red lipstick could shroud the expression on his face. His eyes drooped and looked towards only the chest of the boy whose heart beat coincided with the firm flapping of his wings, his eyebrows furrowed, narrowing towards the center of his forehead and his bright red lips thinned, forming a crooked frown.
The pearls Husky wore shone even brighter he was flown closer to the sun, and the fish anima mused to himself that such pearls still held much beauty, despite the history that sentimentally devalued them. All that had happened to him since Cooro arrived seemed to happen so fast, remarkably, as if it were a dream.
Cooro wasn't a hero, thought Husky. He didn't need to be saved. He had conditioned himself to the life where he could survive, and where he could pretend he was something else in front of a crowd of people as a star. Of course he would never admit, even to himself, that he found empowerment his captivating androgyny as he turned into the mermaid that hundreds would drool over.
Husky dug into Cooro's chest with his head as he was held in both arms, unsure of a liberator who could have either granted him a second life, or sudden death in the unknown. Yet, as he once again heard the heart beating directly underneath his ear, the sense of good intention assured him that in either case he would at least find comfort in the wings of a crow.
Cooro's arms tightened and started to strain from the weight of his luggage, and although Husky was light enough to carry on foot, Cooro hadn't even conditioned himself enough to fly not was alone. The arm shifting struck panic in Husky's heart. Cooro loosened his eyebrows so that they rested gently on his forehead, opening his eyes about half an inch, and breaking a difficult lip seal to form a relaxed grin. Husky opened his eyes and looked up towards Cooro's face puzzlingly, with eyebrows pointed upward and mouth narrowed towards the center. He could feel chest contracting, and Husky could barely pry open his mouth to be the first to speak after what seemed to be an eternity of silence over the shimmering sea.
"Your story missed something, you know, between the mermaid and the angel of death."
Cooro arched an eyebrow and titled his head to the side. "Why does that matter now?"
Husky scoffed. "I guess it wouldn't matter to someone like you."
The crow boy frowned. "You can tell me if you want."
Husky turned his head away as his eyebrows furled and his lips curled upward. Cooro turned his head away in resignation to see that they would soon reach land. However, it wasn't long until Cooro felt a gentle tug on his golden brown tunic. The pendant he had stolen from the ringmaster, and was wearing on his neck, flung out.
"You forgot to write in..." Husky's breath started to get heavier, and his cheeks reddened, even over the foundation he was still wearing. "the kiss."
Cooro remained unaffected in his tone of voice, not registering completely what Husky had said.
"It was only pretend. Saving you was more important."
There was another pause. There was another gentle tug on Cooro's tunic and their eyes met once more, yet it seemed to be looking into Husky's eyes for the first time. The memory of Husky encased in a water prison sent Cooro's mind swimming in wonder and awe. Husky's purple eyes, as luscious as sweet grapes and as bright as an amethyst. Both had stopped breathing, and a deep silence penetrated their surroundings.
Cooro's dark brown hair swayed forward as he slowly leaned forward and hoisted the mermaid towards his lips. Husky's eyes widened, but naturally relaxed as they drooped dreamily into Cooro's earthen brown eyes. Eyes closed, and breath heavy, their lips puckered and reached an unbearable point, inches from the other. Husky tugged on Cooro's tunic tightly again, and moved his head so their lips barely touched each other. Cooro pulled him in gently, and their lips melded together like the setting of the sun on the horizon.
Flying together in the overwhelming color and contrast of twilight, embraced together in the endless sky, where time couldn't pass, they felt their hearts beat together through their finite bodies. The black angel, emblazoned by magnificent crow wings, had finally found a release more powerful than death, in the capturing embrace of the mermaid.