Scribbles and Drabbles

#5 Wind

Seeing him for the first time was like having air for the first time. The idea of living without him was unbearable to consider.

The north wind was here. Cold, crisp and fresh surrounding everything with the knowledge that winter was fast approaching and with in snow.The leaves had already turned, leaving the trees with an almost creepy feeling. Black limbed and empty, the trees bent in the wind as it blew his hair wildly. In the distance was pines trees but even they seem dark and foreboding with the grey skies above them. It was damp, rain threatening but not yet bursting out of clouds.

Treshaun combed his hand through his hair trying to tame it. It was times like this he could see where his mother's dislike of it came from. He wished he had remembered a hair band.

The sun burst out from behind the clouds, for one brief moment filling the sleeping world with warmth. The squawking of birds sounded. He turned around to see them, flying in up in a flock. In the centre was an angel arms up the air practically dancing in between the birds. Not literally an angel, of course.

Light brown hair danced around him, his clothes moving with his dance. The coat was pastel green with a yellow scarf wing loosely over his shoulders. White jeans and white sneakers, though the sneakers had mud smeared over them from the damp ground. He spotted Treshaun and grinned sheepishly.

"The wind is lovely today," the angel said, "Just a shame we can't fly like the ducks."

"Certainly," Treshaun smiled.

"Didn't realise the Aguirre's were back in town," the angel said. He walked over, the ducks already flocking in the hair and beginning their own dance. Soon the ducks would leave. It was time to fly south or winter.

"Who would you be?" Treshaun asked. He was a Aguirre, that was very true. His family owned most of the land around these parts, left it undeveloped as a nature sanctuary because of his grandparents fondness for the countryside they had grown up in. It was one of the few wild areas left and the government paid them handsomely to preserve it.

"Devin Patrick." The angel greeted, offering his hand.

"Treshaun Aguirre," Treshaun replied, shaking the hand. He met the man's eyes. They were blue and sparkling from excitement. They were beautiful. Treshaun's heart fluttered. He wanted Devin in his bed with satin over him. "You would be the engineer on the smart houses," he breathed.

"Correct, Mr. Aguirre," Devin nodded, bowing slightly.

Treshaun's fingers twitched. He was beautiful. "Treshaun, please. My father is Mr. Aguirre," he said, a reassuring smile on his face.

"Certainly sir," Devin chuckled.

Treshaun wanted. A dark hunger expanded from his belly at the sound of this beautiful man calling him sir. His fingers curled. This angel had no idea of who he was facing. On a whim, he reached forward and plucked a feather from the man's scarf. "Should be careful," Treshaun murmured. "Don't know who could be out this early."

Devin blushed, a glorious warm pink colour over his pale skin. There were some freckles over his nose and cheeks. Treshaun took a step forward into Devin's space. Devin didn't move away.