I know this unedited, but I am really tired,

"Please don't hurt me again, I don't want to be blind again." But the winged man just spoke to her in a soothing voice.

"Durah, durah, Sharia." He whispered into her ear and she did relax, something she should have learned not to do around him. And damn it, she didn't understand anything he said.

"My dad will be so-" he placed a finger over her lips again, and took her hand, walking her out to her back yard. Extending his large lustrous wings, he took to the air, twirling and diving and floating. And Maddy realized with s soft blush that he was showing off, before flapping over the fence.

Sitting outside for a little while, Maddy breathed in the air, because she was alive. She was going to be killed by an angry faker, but she was alive because of the winged man. She didn't even know his name. But he wasn't exactly perfect either.

"Oh!" She blushed when he came back with a beautiful silvery white flower. She had never seen this species before, but was now cradling it to her chest. But why? First he choked her into unconsciousness, then man handles, blinds and washes her only to return her home. "It's lovely." Maddy's eyes saw the faint red just below his eyes and fought off a smile. He was trying to woo her!

He jumped slightly when her father called and she patted his hand. Her parents needed to know, she wasn't going to hide him from them. Besides, people would stop calling her crazy and it would clear the charges that some of the colonists tried to pin her with since they couldn't explain the death of Andrew Fickett.

But should she introduce him now, when he may still be extremely violent? "You should go." She let his hand go and returned to the house. When she stopped at the door to look at him, he stood there staring at her. "Just go, it's not safe for you." She whispered.

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What is wrong with the winged man? Maddy asked as she held another silver white flower. He had left about a hundred of them on her back porch in the early hours, she was lucky her father didn't find them as she hid them in the attic. This level was so small that she had to crawl in it.

"Maddy? What are you doing?" Her mother asked with uncertainty.

"Oh, Uh." Maddy hit her head as she climbed down the ladder and closed the above ceiling door. "Just uh, checking something for a personal essay."

"Okay, just make sure to eat breakfast. I will see you later, I love you." Her mother hissed Maddy's forehead and left for work. That was a close one.

Over the next several days the same thing had happened, each time Maddy hid the flowers until finally she stayed up all night a week later to catch him placing the gorgeous flowers.

"You need to stop." She stomped her foot angrily, but he spread his wings out towards her and she dipped her fingers in the green feathers. They were so soft, she always wanted to touch them. But it was a mistake to touch the wings as he closed in on her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "What are you-" He lifted them into the sky with a single downward thrust of his wings.

To fly in the darkness of a starlight sky was not just amazing, it was surreal. The weightlessness of the air and chill as she looked at the blackness of the earth, it was almost like a dream. Maddy pinched herself just to make sure it wasn't.

She felt her heart beat slow, as if the thrill was just what she needed to relax. They flew for a long while, passing over ridges and cliffs, and thousands of trees before he lowered them into his nest, the one she had been in before.

He let her sit down, the thinness of her nightgown causing her to shiver violently. He knelt next to her and wrapped his wings around her. They were so soft and warm, and she happily pressed into his strong body.

Her eyes closed in the darkness, but snapped open when she felt another softness at the back of her neck. She looked up at where his face should be. "What was that?"

Instead, she was held close as he laid down, her on one of his sings as the other laid over her like a blanket. He pecked her cheek and nuzzled her neck before falling still. She grinned in the darkness like a silly idiot. She had gone flying!

"Durah, Sharia." He whispered into her ear and she nodded, it was very late and they needed to get home early tomorrow.