warren worthington iii. (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cheyarafim) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} beyond_evo, |
IJ's a hater.
Wings had to be one of the best and worst mutations around. They were certainly an impressive thing, no matter what form. And they enabled you to fly, which was an experience that was almost otherworldly in its magic. Not only that, but it was self-propelled. It was different from telekinesis and other such things that could send you through the air, it was actually part of you, muscles you were using and features you could feel the wind against. It wasn't like he was the only one here with them -- Jay had his red feathered version, and Annelise had the ones made of energy that came and went -- but still. His were different and he knew it. They were deadly, for one thing, and they were able to do things that Jay's didn't. Like how they could fold up.
There was an audible shink-ing sound as the metal feathers slid up within the ones above them, compacting neatly and laying fairly flat against his back. It was much easier to keep them hidden this way. Which of course was the bad part about having wings, or most physical mutations really. It was hard to keep them unseen, not like the ability to create fire or read minds. You were identified on sight. And wings specifically could make clothing difficult, although Warren was wealthy to the extreme and was able to have clothes tailored around his extra appendages, of course. He'd forgotten somehow that she hadn't seen him with his wings; it just felt so natural to have them back that he took for granted that they were a part of him again, in a sense. He had also indeed forgotten that he owed Alani a lunch, but not because he didn't want to take her out. Things were just too hectic at the moment, he barely remembered the basics half the time.
He liked her smile and her laugh though; there was something about that tomboyishness and her more natural beauty compared to some of the made up sorts around here that made him feel more at ease. You didn't really see people doing little handicrafts for their friends in the circles he ran in. She didn't need to worry about getting up though, as he was moving around the pool and over towards her, giving a half-smile back. "Tired. Kind of jet-lagged. You?" He tilted his head some when he got closer and could see the wind chime better. "Where'd you learn how to do that?
Wings had to be one of the best and worst mutations around. They were certainly an impressive thing, no matter what form. And they enabled you to fly, which was an experience that was almost otherworldly in its magic. Not only that, but it was self-propelled. It was different from telekinesis and other such things that could send you through the air, it was actually part of you, muscles you were using and features you could feel the wind against. It wasn't like he was the only one here with them -- Jay had his red feathered version, and Annelise had the ones made of energy that came and went -- but still. His were different and he knew it. They were deadly, for one thing, and they were able to do things that Jay's didn't. Like how they could fold up.
There was an audible shink-ing sound as the metal feathers slid up within the ones above them, compacting neatly and laying fairly flat against his back. It was much easier to keep them hidden this way. Which of course was the bad part about having wings, or most physical mutations really. It was hard to keep them unseen, not like the ability to create fire or read minds. You were identified on sight. And wings specifically could make clothing difficult, although Warren was wealthy to the extreme and was able to have clothes tailored around his extra appendages, of course. He'd forgotten somehow that she hadn't seen him with his wings; it just felt so natural to have them back that he took for granted that they were a part of him again, in a sense. He had also indeed forgotten that he owed Alani a lunch, but not because he didn't want to take her out. Things were just too hectic at the moment, he barely remembered the basics half the time.
He liked her smile and her laugh though; there was something about that tomboyishness and her more natural beauty compared to some of the made up sorts around here that made him feel more at ease. You didn't really see people doing little handicrafts for their friends in the circles he ran in. She didn't need to worry about getting up though, as he was moving around the pool and over towards her, giving a half-smile back. "Tired. Kind of jet-lagged. You?" He tilted his head some when he got closer and could see the wind chime better. "Where'd you learn how to do that?