Summary, Her name was carved into his heart, pinned onto his soul, and her words tagged him forever to her.
Author, Tia-chan
Rating, PG-13
Status, two-shot
Pairings, slight Logue (Logan/Rogue)
Passing Over
She was a delicate bird. Something glass that could shatter if not handled properly. Something, that with every coming and going, wove a crack into her fine exterior being.
But he couldn't stay. He flittered from place to place, touching upon the household and egniting hope within his caged bird, before he dove away and pressed out that burning flame. Her delicate wings were crushed, and she was held to the place where she knew he'd return to sooner or later.
She would return to him, wary and untrusting, and when he left she would be soft; unconditional.
And it seemed that it would always stay that way.
But one day, when the proud wolf returned, his captured bird had escaped its cage and flew away. He roared with fury and marched about, looking for that bird; but he never did find it.
One day, the bird came back, and found their positions reversed. "Oh my!" she cried out, seeing the mighty wolf whimpering for her return. And the bird flitted to his side and tended his shallow wounds of desertion and inner-turmoil, much like she had felt.
But soon the wolf left, and the bird cried.
She cried tears of crystal, and sobbed those heart-wrenching sobs.
She didn't want to be left again; she didn't want those fine cracks to return unto her.
The wolf marched in and tread his weary path, travelling long since abandoned, and settled in with tired bones and a weary heart.
His bird had once again flown away, with wings he thought were long gone.
He wept again for his birds' return, but that bird never did come back. That bird had been carried on the winds, and wasn't going to come back, he thought miserably.
But his bird did come back, full of affection and joy, ready to return to her cage.
I would like to say they lived happily ever after, but they did not.
The bird continued to live in the cage, and the wolf took to travelling again. A sad sight to see. Broken hearts, regained, but they couldn't pick up all the peices. Soon those two weary hearts made their own ways down the paths of fate, and they stopped intertwining.
For the peices of their hearts were scattered to the four winds, and they had to collect them, or their hearts would crumble into dust.
The wolf and bird never did return to their place of joy and happiness, of broken hearts and sorrow. They did not want to feel the lost emotions, did not want to cease their travelling, and their gathering. But when their hearts had mended, and love had not yet blossomed with another, they returned.
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A/N, Now, this is the first part to a two-shot, if I get enough reviews I shall finish it. Now, the second part won't be in "Wolf and Bird" format, but instead in my usual writing type. Their meeting, their greeting, the wining and dining and all such things required. Ta-ta, for now,
Tia-chan