Running • Iggy

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20/08/23 - drawing added!


I landed smoothly in wet dirt, not falling over like I had the night before. A bunch of buildings towered above us, making me and my flock feel like ants. We had flown from 8am to 2pm, our wings burning from the blood flow. I slowly walked up to Iggy, resting my head against the middle of his shoulder blades softly. He didn't seem too surprised by the physical contact, but I was mentally cursing myself for not being the tough girl I had forced myself to be for years. I would rarely let myself initiate any type of physical contact unless it was for comfort reasons, but here I was.

I forced a memory back from only a few hours before, not allowing myself to think of it. "You okay, Cee?" Iggy asked, shifting away from my touch, spinning around so he was facing me. "Not tired out or anything? Sore? Hungry? Thirsty?" I found myself laughing at his concern, because it was just so goofy. "Iggy, I'm fine." I replied softly, staring up at the taller male. I had been taller than him once, that felt like several thousand lifetimes ago. Hell, 6 hours ago already felt like a lifetime ago.

"Do you need help tucking in your wings?" I offered, wincing as I felt my wings contract into my body. I still seemed to be the only one who was able to pull off that little stunt. I could feel the skin reseal itself faster than blood could pour out of the wounds. Iggy's large, elegant wings were folded behind him, and he nodded with a dorky smile. "Yes ma'am." He chuckled.

I helped him tuck the wings under his t-shirt, making sure not to touch his skin more than I had to, especially under the shirt. It just felt.. odd. Not in a particularly bad way, just odd to touch him anywhere other than his arms, face and neck without clothing in between the touch. Once I had flattened out his wings so they didn't look too bulky, I held my hands behind my back. "There, though, your hair is still a mess. Is there anything new there, though?" I chuckled, studying his messy hair. Iggy shook his head, a smile plastered on his face.

"Am I at least presentable? I want to look good for the ladies in town." He joked as we walked side-by-side behind the rest of the flock. Angel was holding Fang's hand, who was talking to Max. They seemed to be getting closer than usual, I had noticed. Gazzy was holding his little sister's hand, being the only blood-related siblings of the flock. "More than presentable." I replied softly, in a tone that was foreign to my ears. I didn't even know why it sounded like that, but I could feel myself going red.

"Why thank you, ma'am." Iggy smirked, taking my right hand gently, threading his fingers with mine. It didn't hurt too much, and I was 90% sure the bone I had broken the day before was healed enough to take the metal cast off, but I kept it on for safety measures, the metal starting just below my elbow and ending just above my wrist. He carefully swung our hands between us as we walked, making sure he didn't hurt me as he did it.

"I'm hungry." I told him as we passed a donut shop. "For Dunkin' Donuts specifically." I smiled at his smile. Every time he smiled, I was reminded of how infectious it was. Every time he laughed, I found myself asking how his laugh could be more infectious than his smile. I noticed he had his glasses on his jumper, using one of the handles as a hook.

"Why do you have glasses anyway, Igs?" I asked, curious for the answer. I had never asked, but it was strange that a blind man had glasses and wore them occasionally. "You said they made me look smart a few years ago." He shrugged, seeming to not care about the comment. I felt my heart pound, and had to swallow it back into my chest. Why was that so god damn cute? Why did I find it so god damn cute? Why am I talking to myself again? I wished I had a phone, so I could ask Google what the signs of psychosis were.

"You find it cute?" He asked, tilting his head curiously. "Did you just read my mind, or was I speaking aloud?" I asked, blinking at my lack of awareness. "I think you said it out loud. You said 'Why is that so god damn cute?'" He relayed, his blue eyes were half shut. "I just found it cute that you bought them just 'cause I said you looked smart." I explained. He chuckled, the sound making me smile. "I was a kid, I guess. I liked it when you liked something on me. Sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself." He told me.