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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 16, 2010 21:21:35 GMT -8
"Vergil, finish your ice cream, I wanna try and fly with you." He smiled, eyes bright.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 16, 2010 21:23:33 GMT -8
Vergil blinked up to Mykel mid-chew and continued to eat, forcing the older boy to share with him to get the task done faster because his poor tummy was getting full quickly- big dinners leave little space for indulging.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 16, 2010 21:28:35 GMT -8
Mykel grinned, chewing away at the last bit of cone. "Tastes better mixed with you." He smiled, reaching out to him and to the sky with his free hand. "Shall we?"
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 16, 2010 21:31:26 GMT -8
Vergil was about to ask for Flug's assistance when she made herself known from the leather case with a shudder, her hum and whispers deep echoes that etched into his core. He winced and unlocked her with the now familiar motions of summoning for the tall, albino woman's freedom though she made swift movements to put herself between Vergil and Mykel, hissing quite verbally at the sandy blonde.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 16, 2010 21:37:54 GMT -8
Mykel whimpered, scrambling back a few steps and tripping. "Flug, I mean no harm." He said softly, hands held up into a sign of peace. "I love Vergil. More than I did when we last spoke. Please, find it in your heart to forgive my transgressions."
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 16, 2010 21:47:31 GMT -8
Flug had already hoisted Vergil up into her arms prepared to escape with the boy from harm's way though Vergil was quite obviously struggling in her strong grip, spindly fingers wrapped around his form without any sign of relinquishing him. Her wings, however, were frozen halfway into the initial flap from the ground for take off, waiting to hear exactly what he meant and had to say. She wouldn't be fooled twice.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 16, 2010 21:52:19 GMT -8
"I have fallen in love with your wielder, and we are in a relationship. Please, Flug, s'il vous plaît, je mendie de vous, le regard dans mon âme si vous devez, et vous trouverez je ne tiens rien mais amour le plus profond pour Vergil, véritablement. Je ne vous tromperais pas." Mykel said softly.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 16, 2010 21:58:54 GMT -8
Flug stood there for a few moments with volumes of thoughts scurrying in her mind though the pace was average for her. She searched as deep as she needed she had to before putting Vergil back on the ground upon his feet with a pat to his head. If she had been fooled, she could only blame herself and she will have failed her wielder to the utmost degree in her personal opinion and probably those of the cars who sided with the young man before her. She did not hiss to the sandy blonde but just gave him a sole look that meant take care of him, those words almost echoing inside of the older boy if he was aware enough spiritually to hear them; she shut her eyes and melted with a single breath to meld with Vergil in a flurry of silver bands and feathers.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 16, 2010 22:03:34 GMT -8
Mykel nodded once to Flug, smiling softly as she mixed with his boyfriend. He floated up, twitching his bolts with a finger to fly quietly.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 16, 2010 22:06:48 GMT -8
Vergil was up seconds after Mykel while conversing in secret coos within his core; Flug was chatty for a few moments until she slowly became satisfied with the responses her wielder gave her. She soon existed as a steady hum in the background of echoing tones as he followed the senior with obvious control of his flying capabilities, white hair fluttering behind him and bangs pushed back as red eyes followed the boyfriend's path.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 16, 2010 22:09:32 GMT -8
Mykel sighed, smiling. "It's so wonderful up here." He whispered, watching Vergil quietly.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 16, 2010 22:16:27 GMT -8
Vergil's wings gave two more flaps before he leveled off and only had the ability to flap less often in his gliding, "Ett ess alvays vondurfuhl uhp heer." The feathery bangs fell down occasionally until Vergil had to give another flap, hair still trailing behind him and over the wings while Flug gave an excited coo to be up in the air- this was her freedom as well as Vergil's. The storm clouds seemed to gather more firmly around Oceanside, purring and rumbling like cats being stroked.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 16, 2010 22:17:59 GMT -8
"It's gonna rain!" Mykel sing-songed happily, eyes lighting up like a five-year-old's. His hair stood up slightly, and his bolts and sparks brightened.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 16, 2010 22:20:13 GMT -8
Vergil laughed and swooped under Mykel, glad to have the cover of the night sky and soon to be dark clouds from any wandering people below or he'd demand they both return to the ground to hide from prying eyes. Flug gave another happy trill and a few other cards in his deck did the same when they heard of rain.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 16, 2010 22:28:59 GMT -8
A bolt of lightning, real lightning, struck, hitting Mykel dead center. The boy froze, hair standing on end. He was lifted, like his floating trick, but higher, nearly into the clouds themselves as it began to rain.
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