● e r h y n ● wrote:
The young man leaned over the balcony, golden eyes trained on the girl as she made her way home. Her voice carried over the bustle of the busy street, a sweet counterpart to the harsh sounds of life. Her hair flickered, catching the last rays of the sun as she pushed open a small gate, skipping up the cobblestone path to the house she lived in. With a depressed clang, the door swung shut behind her, cutting off the little tune she had hummed so happily.
His face fell, eyes sweeping over the crowd as he looked for something else to amuse him while he waited there. The sounds of footsteps and angry voices swelled, rising higher as they got louder. Wincing, he pulled back, closing the wide glass doors behind him. Throwing himself down in the plush chair opposite, he tried, as he always did, to talk himself out of the foolish idea still circling his mind. He leaned forward, ignoring the rustling the slight movement caused as, once again, he turned his mind to planning how to make his fool idea work.
Night came slowly, and the girl glanced down the street as she tied back her curtains, propping the window open to catch the faint breeze. The town was still, an anomaly that would never happen while the sun still shone. The sound of footsteps in the hall startled her, and she slid back to the bed, lest her guardians find her still awake and decide she needed a talking to. The wind whispered softly through the room, lulling her to sleep.
As the moon climbed through the sky, a shadow flitted across the sky, visible, had any looked. It touched down silently outside the girl's window, stirring the lace curtains with it's landing. A pale hand gripped the edge of the window frame, pulling the shape over the sill. Misjudging the distance, it landed with an audible thump. Startled at the noise, it paused, waiting. When all stayed still, it padded over to the bed, footfalls silent on the plush carpet beneath them. Golden eyes softened as the young man reached out, brushing the hair from the child's eyes. Some memory drug at his tongue, a half-forgotten song stirring behind frozen lips. He shook his head and, for the first time in recent memory, he sang.
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette, je te plumerai
Bending, he pressed his lips to the girl's forehead. Without a sound, he moved to the window, hesitating for only a moment before he threw himself into the sky.
When she woke, he'd left nothing behind but a bold black feather.
Gorgeous. <3 Is this part of a whole story? because I would love to read it, if it is. I love the pairing. I'm never usually satisfied with the pairings of the raven dog, but I think it fits with the phoenix perfectly. 8D