Running from Forever

by Ringed Rose of Lesbos

Jazz has begun her new life with the Flock. Her old friend Alexander wants her to leave them, Gazzy hates her, and Fang is suspicous of her. Not to mention that Iggy will want his sight back if he discovers her secret, which only Alexander knows. Learning not to be nocturnal was hard enough. Well, it can't get much worse, right? AU-ish.

4. Chapter 4

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My first feeling of consciousness was warmth. It was all over my body, and I could detect softness under my body. I whimpered in fear, that this was all a trap. Then I remembered where I was.

My eyes opened to find themselves on the familiar bed I was lying down and something rectangular had been placed on top of me. I twisted around to see Iggy on the floor, sleeping on his stomach. One arm was curled over his head, and his long, speckled wings were stretched out from his shoulder blades. He looked so vulnerable just lying there. He also looked pretty cute, just between me and you.

The room was dark, but that wasn't a problem for me. Remember I have night vision. I crawled off of the bed and said'Ig." He turned his head towards me as a response. Talking felt easy now, well at least one word. The word I knew wasn't much, just a diminutive of the name Iggy.

I poked him in the shoulder, seeing if he was awake. There wasn't a response. Honestly, I wanted to see hat his wings felt like. I had felt Alexander's plenty of times. Would Iggy's feel the same? I reached for a feather near the edge.

Turns out he wasn't that deep a sleeper after all. His wing flapped, probably due to him being startled. He sat up and said" Why were you feeling my wings?" a bit angrily. I gave him my best" you do know I can't talk, right face". I have several different versions.

Then I remembered that he couldn't see. So I simply said' Ig." He was by my side in a flash. I gave him a hug, simply because I wanted to. I couldn't name this feeling, but it felt like my heart was going to pound out of my chest. I breathed deeply memorizing his scent. He smelled like bacon.

I wanted to hug this guy all the time. He wrapped his arms around me like last night. He whispered in my ear" Jazz, I think I like you'. What did like mean? I decided to ignore his declaration of a weird word, and I pureed in pleasure. He squeezed me and sighed in what sounded like contentness. The next thing I knew the door was flung open and the littlest member of the Flock was in the room saying" Did I interrupt something?"

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