My life changed forever the day I found him, half dead, and covered in horrifying old and new scars alike; the winged man. He was so beaten and terrified... I couldn't just leave him there, so...I took him home with me. I did my best to coax him out...
Raven didn't want to watch netflix, cable was down, I didn't want to play chess, and you can only scramble rubix cubes for so many hours straight before it gets really boring.
I wrote in my journal a bit and almost went to grab the unused guitar sitting in the corner of my bedroom to try and learn to play when I figured making bad, noisy music wasn't the best way to keep Raven hidden from Grandma. I'm sure she could get up these stairs if she really wanted to.
I came back up after nearly getting the guitar from my room to find Raven leafing through the pages of my diary.
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"Hey!" I snatched it back. "That's mine!"
He didn't seem startled to have been caught, and instead wordlessly pointed to what was inside, then himself, his brows curled in hurt.
"Well of course I don't have you in here, I'm trying to keep you safe. And you can't read my diary, it's a breach of trust and invasion of privacy, just like walking in on someone trying to shower!" Damn it, most of these social norms he's learning just seem like common sense to me.
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He turned his attention back to the TV, where a random adult cartoon played out, still not really talking to me. Damn it.
Why was he reading that? What was he looking for? A guess that made me a bit bashful was that he was trying to figure out what I thought of him.
I went down to my room, still thinking. Maybe he'd been looking through it for a while now, because he surely could've. Maybe he even wanted to get caught, so he could ask why he wasn't in there.
I guess I might as well start writing about him in it. Well, with the consideration that if I don't hide it he might read it.
I didn't feel like being awkward and going back up to the attic, so I sat on the floor of my bedroom, pulled out my sketchbook and tried to draw. Key word 'tried.'
It was a bird, a beautiful bird. A dove flapping its wings through a cloudy sky on a cool, misty day.
Or at least, that's what it was supposed to be. In my head, it looked magnificent, but, uh... Maybe I'll just stick to my Colorfy app...
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