Ravenwings (Imaged + Completed) [1st in Trilogy]

Part I: Chapter 11

I was flying through candyland. I could see the sunrise in the east, and the setting moon in the west. I flew up to the clouds and started bouncing across the white, cottony trampoline. The hot sun stained the cool cotton-candy clouds with rainbows and it was like I was jumping on one giant spread of bouncy artwork.

A soft cloud tickled my cheek.

I smiled.

Then I blinked my eyes open. I audibly sighed. Bummer...just a dream...still couldn't fly.

But right there in front of my eyes, inches from the end of my nose, was the solemn, peaceful, sleeping face of Raven. Right there in my bed, under the covers.

His eyes were closed, and his tousled, black, feather-soft hair lay perfectly messy with his homemade haircut. His dry lips were parted slightly.

Lit anew in the morning glow, his clear, pale-olive face was only interrupted by the scars by his left eye, standing out brightly. There was a burn or scar of some kind in a thick band around his neck, that I knew had to be a shock collar. What kind of monster would put a shock collar on Raven?

He was on his stomach, head turned towards me, shirt off, and wings splayed out and hogging the whole bed, the tip of one wing tickling my cheek, which had woken me up. He could only pull the covers up to his lower back because of his wings, and I could see all of the scars that whipped across his back.

My heart pounded, seeing him there, under my sheets in the bed right next to me. Inches away!

I could feel his breath on my face, so close to his own adorable face, with his eyebrows gently upturned as he slept in deep, serene peace.

I could feel his hand resting on my back, nothing between him and my skin except my pajama shirt. And his personal space bubble has officially popped...

I was panicked, but...it wasn't a bad panic.

After what I assumed to be an unsuccessful search for Potatonut, he'd fallen asleep watching me sleep and trying to hold me. Feeling an odd confliction of bashful but tense, I lifted his wrist and gently slid his hand off of me, trying not to wake him up.

His eyes blinked awake to stare into me as he awoke.

He yawned, breaking eye contact, and scratched his neck drearily greeting, "Ohi'o."