Sunrays and Moonbeams

Jekyll

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I may have not thought this through...

I could fly fine, sure and her (physique) body felt like barelyanything. Slightly more substantial then holding Theodore in my armsbut not by much. My wings were strong, my arms were strong and I hadendurance.

However what I was not expecting or thought about is how she wouldshiver and cling to Theodore even more. She moved her arms andshoulders as if to shield him, it took me a long time to figure outwhy she was, as she turned him slightly towards my body.

Despite the fact that I am the one who will protect him with my life,same as I will do for her, but I know that she doesn't understand ityet. It rips into a part of me that I can't understand what she says.It feels like drops of the precious multicolored stone; I alwayscalled them Twins Eyes but have heard them called Goddess's Gift,Vertium, or even King's Grace. To ignore such precious things, soinstead I had to listen to the sound of her voice and try tounderstand the tone. I could only hope that I can eventually learnwhat she is saying. Soon.

She could not understand what I was saying either, some small part ofme, the James side of me, said I was being too forceful, that I hadto be more gentle, softer, allow her to get used to me, learn tospeak her language. It wasn't as if it sounded like sounds that Iwould be incapable of making.

I knew that he, that side of myself, was wrong. I'd only scare hermore, once she had somewhere to call her new home, somewhere safe andsound she'd be able to relax and understand. There would be nothingto separate us nor scare her off. A new place where she'd have to getused to the new place. I feel a bit bad for it, a lot bad as Jamessays, but it can't be helped.

Even though her happiness and safety is my top priority, every fiberof my being demands I make her safe and happy. However I am a fatherand the leader of this murmation. The fact that she holds Theodore sotightly and turns her body to protect him, situating him between herbody and mine, protecting him.

What I don't understand is what it is she is protecting him from, thefact that she doesn't trust me to protect him or herself. However itwas obvious she accepted him, James was worried that I would beangry, another obviously being already cared for by her when I amflinched away from and screamed at in something despite notunderstanding a word she said I knew it was nothing but absolutehorror.

But all I could feel was happiness, happiness and sweetness swirlingin with the love I already hold for her and my son making a potentcocktail. She accepts him, cares for him, and despite wanting to getaway from me and if it wasn't for the fact we were thousands of feetin the air and she had no wings she'd be getting away from me but shewas trying to protect him.

She was trying to keep him warm and safe.

She was rubbing his arm humming to him trying to keep him calm. Hedidn't need it, he might not be able to fly yet, his wings far tooweak to lift his body; the collagen still there and not yet replacedwith bone, but he had flied far more then he would have seen as anynormal Hatchling would but that is reasonable for the circumstances.But why try to keep him warm? It was a tempered day and we were uphigh flying so it wouldn't get too warm, why would she worry? Did shethink that as a Hatchling he was more sensitive, these earthlingswere much more fragile then we w-

With wide eyes for the first time since the Beast was awoken, Jamestook over Konrad.

It was as if I was thinking clearly for the first time and I almostcouldn't believe it. I had been far too rough with her, forcing herto learn of my existence and be taken from her home, become a motherand a partnership to lead our people. My people, which I expect herto now view as hers; I've been raised with these people even if Ididn't meet some of them or know them too well I had gotten to knowthem well but expecting this was far too fast.

By the very gods, she didn't even understand our language!

It probably sounded just as strange to her as the sounds she madethat I knew was her trying to communicate. Immediately instead ofjust silently flying keeping my arms wrapped around her securely butkeeping my eyes ahead going to those large tall trees I started doingwhat an actual mate should have done from the start.

Of course my other side, the Beast, Konrad loved her just as much asI do. However he did not know how to be gentle, he was hard likestone, she needed someone like a soft breeze. I began cooing to herpulling her closer so she was pressed against me and she gasped goingrigid. I was still very careful to make sure that Theodore was notsquished or hurt and instead I worried over them and cooed to them.

"It's okay my love, you don't understand it yet but you are safe inmy arms," I swore to her pressing my lips to her temple her soft(hair color) tresses tickling my nose. I smiled cooing a bit toTheodore, "we'll be home soon, the home that will be our home forthe rest of our lives my son. Rest."

Theodore was still far too young to understand what was going on. Hecould sense the tenseness of the woman who was clutching him in herarms, using her own body to keep him warm, but the care she gave himdespite her fear of me.

The fact that she was scared of me did tare me up, as it did Konrad,but seeing the care and comfort she selflessly gave to this smallhatchling. She was kind, and though I would love her no matter whatknowing that she was kind warmed my heart.

Despite the fact she can't understand me, she seems to relax a bitwith my cooing and relaxing her. Especially my warmth and she doesn'tseem to be shivering like she was before but still she was probablycold.

That worried me especially since the scouts coming back had said thatthe place we had decided on being our new home it was wet. Wet andcold. I had to find a way to keep her warm and dry. It'd be somethingwe'd have to decide carefully which trees we will go in. Can'texactly let the earthlings know, not yet at least. When we canunderstand each other I can ask her what she thinks as far if weshould reveal ourselves or if we should keep hidden.

I realize that I don't know her name, we've had no way to communicateand she doesn't know my name yet either. It's so strange, to lovesomeone so much and not even know their name but at the same time itdoesn't matter, she is mine and I am hers.

Still I know that this will be best for all of us, and cooing to heragain I kiss her forehead, right on the space that if she was one ofus my star pattern would sit.

"It's okay my love," I promise even if she doesn't understand me,"everything will be okay."

I hope this is working and you can get to really know who 'James'is and who 'Konrad' is. Though it isn't like how Dr. Jekyll and Mr.Hyde are in the book but James is the soft gentle boy who will doeverything for his beloved Reader-chan, but when it comes to Konradhe is the yandere who if you don't love him, little Reader-chan, hewill kidnap you and keep you till you do love him.