Fade Into the Magic

Chapter 2

The other knight's hands felt soft but calloused against Mar's. He couldn't believe that it had finally happened - it felt so natural, and it was strange, poor Mar wasn't even a single ounce nervous! He wraps his other hand around Bradwen's, and moves his thumb over the base of the other man's.

"You mean so much to me," mutters Bradwen, in his signature rough voice. It was nearly inaudible, but that made Mar's heart clench all the same - this was for him and him only to know.

"You too," Mar replies, looking down at the floor, where his leg is crossed over Brad's lap. How did they even end up in such a position? Blush fills his cheeks and he lowers his gaze as much as he can.

"Don't be afraid, now." Brad's hand reaches to the underside of Mar's chin, and he gently lifts his face up. They get closer. He wanted it so bad.

He stirs, and the illusion fizzles away, leaving only a cold side of the bed, doused in moonlight. Mar sits up, rubbing his eyes, and looks around. Where did Bradwen go? What happened? W- A dream. It was all a dream. He lets out a dejected sigh. When you've been infatuated with someone for over ten years, you know them so well - you know them so well you can't tell dream from reality. 

As the moonlight crawled slowly closer to Mar as he wept for a dream never to become reality, he feels a twinge deep within him.

"Shit," he lets out. 

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At this point, the bar was empty. It was around 3:30 in the morning, and everyone likes to think they're a responsible Firthwaitian citizen, so they go home at a respectable time. Or at least... most of them? Although the main seating area was empty, two people still resided in the back. The bartender, and the strange man with pink hair. They sit on the counters, talking, and every once in a while Cal will let out a guffaw, or Monte will shyly smile from ear to ear.

"How was tonight? Had any fun on the other side of the counter?" asks Calloway.

"Um.. Some guy approached me. The doctor. Had a lot of.. weird things to say."

"Hey. Don't listen to him." Cal puts his hand on Monte's shoulder, and squeezes it tightly. "Wanna go for a flight? I know you won't be able to get it out of your mind otherwise." There goes that grin again.

Monte nods, pushing himself off the counter. With his hand still on Monte's shoulder, Cal leads the both of them out the back door. The air was clear, and the moonlight was strong. Monte takes a deep shuddering breath, leaning against the brick wall of the building. Although he hated the heat, the cold still got to him sometimes.

Calloway shakes a little bit, and out of thin air appear a pair of boney black wings. When he grins, his teeth are a bit longer and sharper than usual. "Come on, get ready..." He leans against a tree impatiently, grooming his hair back with his hand.

Monte cowardly goes behind a tree to transform. He was... very shy. After a moment, he pokes back out. Out from his back extend his own pair of fleshy red wings, gnarly and scraped. His ears also extended, and his teeth are back to what they originally were. Calloway steps forward, and boops his nose. "You always look cuter in your truest form. C'mon." He takes his hand, and together they lift off behind the bar, far into the skies, and the wind, and the moonlight.

"We could go to your place," contemplates Cal, "or we could just go for a flight. I do always love your home. It's... spacious." He laughs a little as they cruise through the clouds.

"Just inviting yourself over," mutters Monte lightheartedly. "I... um, I guess I don't really have a preference..." He lets out the rest of his breath, then inhales the air rushing past him. Cal was right, his mind was beginning to clear a little.