HOME | DD

Description

  “Have you noticed that they’re around longer?” Chey asked one morning, as the six of them lounged around on the rooftop in the sunlight and the breeze, picnic supplies mingling, scattered, around them.
  “Our wings, you mean?” Athena asked, stretching her own. They cast an aquiline shadow over her brother, who huffed goodnaturedly as he glanced up from his book.
  “Yeah.” Chey hopped to his feet, aided by a flap of his long, narrow wings, which danced with iridescence that seemed to carry over into his eyes. He grinned.
  “I wonder if we could Use them.”
  Anarchy was suddenly on his feet as well; his massive, swan-like wings curling forward protectively toward Chey. “No, Chey, no way, you can’t be thinking—”
  “Jump off the roof?” Kato didn’t bother beating his wings to stand up, and by the time he’d leisurely gotten to his feet, Anarchy had turned his protective panic to him.
  “K, no way, you know yours flicker the most! It would be a bad idea for anyone, but—”
  “But it’d be the worst idea for me, yeah, I know. Chill out. I’m not a nutjob.” Kato rolled his eyes at Anarchy’s fussing and walked over to Chey, who still stood near the roof edge, soaking in the sun, leaning just slightly forward.
  “It is what you were thinking, though, right?” Kato asked him.
  “Well, yes...Not that it’s necessary.” Chey flashed Kato a mischievous smile. He hopped up and with a few rapid wing-beats, hefted himself into the air overhead. His slender, W-shaped wingspan was one intended for long distances and aerial acrobatics, only the latter of which was feasible; he spun in mid-air like a dancer, laughing and turning all heads before touching back down to earth.
  “That wasn’t safe!” Anarchy scolded; “What if the wind had picked up and you’d lost them?”
  “What if the wind picked up now and just blew us all away?” Chey beamed, briefly nuzzling his overprotective boyfriend’s jaw before pushing gently back from his chest and extending a hand towards Kato.
  “Fly with me.”
  Kato backed away immediately, shaking his head. “No, Chey, I...there’s no way I’d be able to. I can’t.”
  “Yes you can,” Chey beamed, lightly hopping forward, his wings spread wide and lending him a degree of weightlessness.
  “Kato, don’t,” Anarchy said.
  Kato heeded him and sat back down on the picnic blanket with a final, apologetic head-shake at Chey. “I don’t trust my wings. Sorry.”
  “Then trust mine,” Chey replied. He hopped forward again, his toes skimming the ground, his arm outstretched. Light spilled from the tips of his feathers; his halo could outshine the sun. His smile could, too. “Just give me your hand. We’ll do it together.”
  Kato’s refusal got stuck in his throat, and when he looked from Chey’s proffered hand back to his face, he felt his heart speed up again. Chey was looking at him the same way he had in the cafe that time he’d first ventured to free Kato’s wings: Expectant, bright; with the gentle, loving eyes Kato had fallen so easily for.
  “I can’t,” he murmured, even as he reached up to take Chey’s hand. Chey’s eyes alit with joy and he went airborne with only a couple wing-beats, pulling Kato to his feet.
  “Yes, you can.”
-----

angel!Chey canonically wears aliensphynx merch,, u can buy it here

this took a million years pls appreciate it. also quick writing snippet

check out the very initial concept sketch to compare n contrast:

Description

  “Have you noticed that they’re around longer?” Chey asked one morning, as the six of them lounged around on the rooftop in the sunlight and the breeze, picnic supplies mingling, scattered, around them.
  “Our wings, you mean?” Athena asked, stretching her own. They cast an aquiline shadow over her brother, who huffed goodnaturedly as he glanced up from his book.
  “Yeah.” Chey hopped to his feet, aided by a flap of his long, narrow wings, which danced with iridescence that seemed to carry over into his eyes. He grinned.
  “I wonder if we could Use them.”
  Anarchy was suddenly on his feet as well; his massive, swan-like wings curling forward protectively toward Chey. “No, Chey, no way, you can’t be thinking—”
  “Jump off the roof?” Kato didn’t bother beating his wings to stand up, and by the time he’d leisurely gotten to his feet, Anarchy had turned his protective panic to him.
  “K, no way, you know yours flicker the most! It would be a bad idea for anyone, but—”
  “But it’d be the worst idea for me, yeah, I know. Chill out. I’m not a nutjob.” Kato rolled his eyes at Anarchy’s fussing and walked over to Chey, who still stood near the roof edge, soaking in the sun, leaning just slightly forward.
  “It is what you were thinking, though, right?” Kato asked him.
  “Well, yes...Not that it’s necessary.” Chey flashed Kato a mischievous smile. He hopped up and with a few rapid wing-beats, hefted himself into the air overhead. His slender, W-shaped wingspan was one intended for long distances and aerial acrobatics, only the latter of which was feasible; he spun in mid-air like a dancer, laughing and turning all heads before touching back down to earth.
  “That wasn’t safe!” Anarchy scolded; “What if the wind had picked up and you’d lost them?”
  “What if the wind picked up now and just blew us all away?” Chey beamed, briefly nuzzling his overprotective boyfriend’s jaw before pushing gently back from his chest and extending a hand towards Kato.
  “Fly with me.”
  Kato backed away immediately, shaking his head. “No, Chey, I...there’s no way I’d be able to. I can’t.”
  “Yes you can,” Chey beamed, lightly hopping forward, his wings spread wide and lending him a degree of weightlessness.
  “Kato, don’t,” Anarchy said.
  Kato heeded him and sat back down on the picnic blanket with a final, apologetic head-shake at Chey. “I don’t trust my wings. Sorry.”
  “Then trust mine,” Chey replied. He hopped forward again, his toes skimming the ground, his arm outstretched. Light spilled from the tips of his feathers; his halo could outshine the sun. His smile could, too. “Just give me your hand. We’ll do it together.”
  Kato’s refusal got stuck in his throat, and when he looked from Chey’s proffered hand back to his face, he felt his heart speed up again. Chey was looking at him the same way he had in the cafe that time he’d first ventured to free Kato’s wings: Expectant, bright; with the gentle, loving eyes Kato had fallen so easily for.
  “I can’t,” he murmured, even as he reached up to take Chey’s hand. Chey’s eyes alit with joy and he went airborne with only a couple wing-beats, pulling Kato to his feet.
  “Yes, you can.”
-----

angel!Chey canonically wears aliensphynx merch,, u can buy it here

this took a million years pls appreciate it. also quick writing snippet

check out the very initial concept sketch to compare n contrast: