The Icarian Bond

Tahlia/Baby

               It wasn't the first time this super secret prophecy has kept Tahlia from being a part of something cool their husband and friends had going on and even though they have never met this Syrire person, Tahlia, also has never seen the angel so incredibly desperate for well... anything. Watching from the metal balcony outside, feet dangling in the wind. Curls becoming more sporadic atop their head as they lean into it waving a goodbye kiss to their husband, Prince, as he gets in his black and yellow wagoneer type suv. Prince blew a kiss back and used his hands to signal that the sun was about to set and to go back inside. Tahlia nodded and whispered to themselves, forgive me, my love. By the time his car was out of sight, below the side door of the Lycario rattled open and a tall "wizard" appeared. Hmm, it suits him. Tahlia smiled to themselves, proud their shifting glamour spell kind of worked, before dropping down stealthily off the balcony. Careful to mind their footsteps, Tahlia followed him. This is my chance.

        After what seemed like an hour, Harlowe has done nothing interesting. He stopped and tried a vanilla latte, from the scrunch of his nose and the immediate toss into the trash can it's safe to say he wasn't a fan. Then, he went to the library and kept tapping random books, never picking them up to read or even glance at the vague descriptions. Finally, he stopped by a nearby park and laid on the soft moss covered ground to watch some birds. Tahlia remembered how before his fall, he would never bother walking, not that they could see anyway. Gorgeous eyes covered, cream wings always flapping and hanging about above the crowd. His smile was bright enough to battle the sun rays that always seemed to dance and follow him in tow. Besides the pity one offered to Saylor earlier, they had not seen that side of him. Tahlia was sure it still existed though. It has too. Harlowe's overenthusiastic flying was how they even became friends, upon finding the witch on the balcony he would flutter beside them majestically. Asking questions both of them knew he already knew the answers too, but the company was appreciated, so Tahlia never minded. One time he even took them for a small ride. Don't let Prince find out though, he would absolutely freak out, they fondly remembered the first time since Prince saved them from his father and that they led them to the Lycario Bar. He has always been this protective, but Tahlia never minded. They reminisce on the way the wind wrapped around them in a coddling blanket of the warm brisk summer. Harlowe's hands tightly across their shoulder blades and small of their back. He was so much taller than the witch when he flapped his wings in full extension they would wrap both of them inside them like a cocoon before expelling backwards and projecting them higher into the air. The higher they got, Tahlia could feel little droplets kissing their cheeks the closer they got to the clouds. Harlowe told them they could hear if they spoke to them. Every time since that afternoon when Tahlia sees a cloud, they greet it quietly. It's funny the things your memory can latch onto. Tahlia was too caught up in the fond memory to notice the shifting of the angel below. They were perched in a tiny nearby peach tree when Harlowe had finally had enough.

"How long do you plan on accompanying me?", his eyes never left the birds circling above.

              "How long have you known?", the shock came out a little harsher than they expected.

"You must be beside yourself, thinking I wouldn't know. I may be partially blind now, but I do have at least one set of working eyes.", Harlowe's sight shifted to Tahlia in a crouched position on the tree and gave them a "you shouldn't be here" look before it softened into a disappointed head shake.

          "What?", Tahlia was confused at the expression.

"Your radiance is quite immaculate when you aren't cooped up in some bar." Then again, Tahlia couldn't see this radiance he was talking about. Their core was dormant. They were simply a witch, at least that's what they practiced and that's what they had been told.