Out of the night
Just a scene, scribbled down at lunch. Not much. Hope you enjoy it anyway. Marks & Wings, Virgil/Kayo.
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The sun had set and the only light was the moon slowly climbing into the sky, starlight glinting off the ocean far below. The breeze was attempting to tangle her hair as the temperature dropped.
She shivered.
"John?"
"He is okay, Kayo. He has kept within the confines of the island. He's upset, but he's safe."
She bit back the urge to swear.
It had been another nasty one today and her lover had taken to the sky the moment they made it home.
She hated that she couldn't follow him.
She hated that she couldn't see him.
She worried.
"Kayo, you know he has to do this." John's voice was gentle over the comms. Their space brother was often the one she contacted at moments like these. He had insight she lacked.
Sure, she had access to sensors that could track Virgil, and yes, she had been known to follow his swooping circles about the island, but John and Gordon knew how Virgil was feeling.
They knew.
And she didn't.
So she climbed to the highest point on the island, the bare rock beneath her feet in an attempt to be as close to him as she could be.
Even in the darkness.
A rush of wind and her lover leapt out of the night to land in front of her. His massive wings whispered and tossed the air about him.
"Kay?" Soft baritone. A glint of rising moon in his eyes.
She wasn't one to rush into his arms despite the inclination. Instead, she stepped into his personal space, reaching up to caress his cheek.
Her fingers trailed past his ear into his hair and down the back of his neck, passing through the point where his warm skin sprouted the fine feathers leading into his lift. Pushing herself up onto her toes, she reached up and caught his lips with hers.
He responded immediately, wrapping her in his arms. The breeze was tangled by a sweep of his wings as he took her weight.
"I'm okay." It was rough and mostly breath.
It was foolish of her. She knew he was okay, but there was something about Virgil that made her vulnerable, as if he was part of her.
When he was hurting, she hurt, too.
She leant back a little, seeking his eyes in the darkness and only finding the shine of starlight, flickering as he blinked. "No, you're not."
"But I will be."
A sigh. "You will be." She caught his lips again, communicating with touch what she couldn't say.
His arms tightened.
"I love you." His warm breath against her lips.
Shadows in the darkness. Feathers and whispered movements.
"Love you, too."
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