Jay Guthrie (courtingthesun) wrote in academy_x, @ 2010-01-31 10:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | angel, icarus |
Who: Jay and Warren
When: Sunday morning
Where: Outside, around the porch
What: The winged boys talk
It had been a long week for Jay. At the beginning of the week, the prior Sunday, he had tried another suicide attempt - this time vulnerable to death. After another save from his close brush with death, though, he was starting to accept that it just wasn't his time. He couldn't stand the thought of Paige's face, contorted with sorrow. So he hadn't quite gotten to the point of living for himself, but he was still living. And for him, living definitely entailed flying. While the spell of normalcy had taken away his healing factor, his wings still worked just as well as ever. Early Sunday, after his prayers in his room (he was still too disoriented to have found a church around here), he had immediately jumped out his window. Not for anything self-destructive this time - he had on a modified jacket, and took wing into the skies. He hadn't had a chance to do much more than hover while in Kentucky. Tensions still ran far too high. So he had gone a week just stretching his wings, not taking flight, and had spent some of that time with his wings strapped down anyway, hiding them whenever he went into town.
So the freedom of the skies beckoned him, and he took one of his longest flights. The brisk air rustled through his hair, his feathers, and it all felt so good. He still wasn't much prone to smile, but he had a small one on by the time he swooped back down toward the mansion. He saw a familiar face on the porch as he did so, and came in for a slightly awkward landing in front of the porch, stumbling a bit into the first step. He still had a long way to go to perfect his flight. "Good morning, Warren," he said, nodding to the older student. He knew a lot more about Warren than he might have guessed - Paige used to go on and on and on about him in her letters home. "How are you doing?" The question was loaded, and he knew it. He remembered Warren's words the week prior, how he had been having difficulty with his wings.