Wings of Fire Oneshots

Sunset Wings | Luna x Swordtail [drabble]

A/N: At long last, I finished The Flames of Hope, and I'm back with... a drabble...! Actually, I finished it a while ago, but I guess my brain decided that right as I finally finished the main series was the perfect time to start losing interest in writing these oneshots...

Either way, the interest has rekindled a little, and I love Lunatail, so I decided it seemed like a good idea to write a very short drabble thing about Luna and Swordtail. I probably still won't be updating this book very consistently after this, because I have things I'm writing on AO3 for another fandom at the moment (*cough*), so just keep that in mind. Sorry.

I don't know exactly why I chose to write this in the present tense. It just felt right. Anyway, enjoy the thing :)

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Summary as written on AO3: Luna compares Swordtail to a sunset.

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Orange and blue. Those are the colours of the sunset over Pantala. Streaks of tangerine pierce through the darkened sky, interweaving with the azure light beneath like a perfect tapestry. Luna has weaved a lot of tapestries that involved sunsets. There's something so uniquely beautiful about them, a magic of the world she has never seen anywhere else, here or in Pyrrhia.

So it's a given that she loves watching them. Sometimes on her own, sometimes with Swordtail. And sometimes, if she can get permission from his mother, she'll bring Dusky to curl up and fall asleep in her talons as she sits serenely under the warmth of the setting Pantalan sun.

Orange and blue. Those are the colours of the sky on this particular evening. Right now, Luna is perched upon the outer wall of the Mosaic Garden, because what better vantage point exists from which one can witness a sunset in its complete magnificence than the very top of Cicada Hive? (Or, at least, what remains of it.) She spreads her wings so the breeze rustles them and the last of the sunlight sinks into their membranes. Her eyes drift shut, and some moments later another wing brushes against hers.

A smile lights up Luna's face, and she opens her eyes again, turning her head. There, beside her, sits Swordtail, though not unusually he's fidgeting and shuffling his talons. Luna chuckles, and his head shoots up at the sound. He looks at her, his widely extended wings shifting with the movement. They come to rest at a certain angle that projects the sunlight directly through them, bathing his dirty blue scales.

Wow. He's brighter than her Sun Silk. His scales are simply prismatic as it is; even when he worked under that construction crew so they were always caked in treestuff, their radiance used to shine through like flamesilk from Luna's wrist. She twines their tails. He's smiling back at her now, too. His smile is just as radiant. He's quite possibly more impressive than the sunset before her.

Orange and blue. Those are the colours of Swordtail's scales. And with the light of a sunset glistening through them, he seems even brighter than one. A tapestry of him and his iridescent sunset wings would put an actual sunset to shame. She should make one. She will make one.