| Violet Feathers | Creeper x OC

Closer

I do not own anything except for my characters (Vivica, Amon, Axel, etc), the Galileus (but sadly I do not own the creature design) and Cryal.

Quotes and meanings below.
"Speaking aloud"
'Speaking telepathically'
Subconscious thoughts, deep in the mind and cannot be heard by others at all.

Chapter 8: Closer

After a few hours passed, I had grown more comfortable around Axel to the point I had gotten up and began watching him work on his weapons.

Wearing his shirt still, I stand beside the work table and watch. The entire process is incredibly entertaining for me, watching him carve into the bone handles once the blade had been installed to it. His strong claws work effectively to carve deep into the bone, creating intricate designs of anything that comes to his creative mind.

His favorite design seems to be of some kind of serpent with giant teeth and a tongue that is drawn out along the center of the blade. He also tends to incorporate his victims into his art, designing long bodied humans to decorate the rest of the handle anywhere that looks bland.

Occasionally he includes himself in the designs, or a Cryal.

Watching him sharpening the blade on a finely textured stone, he does everything all by hand.

We've both been sitting here in silence, the rain soon turned to a storm, adding ambient background sounds.

Axel had left the basement an hour ago when the rain had picked up to cover the opening of the pipe with what could have been a metal panel to keep the place from flooding.

I can tell Axel appreciates my silence around him, as he is the type of person who would easily get annoyed by an abundance of questions.

Feeling my stomach growling, we've both been ignoring my hunger for the past hour. Hearing my stomach growling, Axel places the dagger down on the table in annoyance, his intense gaze locking onto mine.

Looking at him, my face reddens, "...Sorry."

He then rises from his seat to walk over to the pipe, I follow close behind him.

"Are we leaving?"

'You are staying.' He demands, flying up into the pipe to climb into it.

"Wait! ...What if that girl comes back..." My voice escapes my lips through a quiet and fearful murmur.

He remains silent, pushing the metal cover off the pipe's opening to climb out. As the cover opens, rain lightly pelts my skin as the fresh air carries it down the pipe. He then looks down at me before covering the opening again, leaving the property then and there.

Sighing in defeat, I look back over at the work table, beginning to miss the fresh air already.

Wanting to leave despirately, I groan loudly, not wanting to piss him off by not listening to him. Slowly I make my way back over to the work table, stopping before it to sit down on the leather stool Axel uses. Gently picking up the weapon he had been working on, my eyes take in all the beautiful designs outlined upon the hard bone. Looking closer at the designs, I look over every little detail of this new weapon of his.

Using the claw on my thumb, I attempt to make a mark on it where it wouldn't be noticeable, just for my own curiosity. Pressing my claw into the hard bone, I scrape into it. Taking a look, it turns out my effort hasn't even left a scratch. Sighing, I realize I'm not strong enough to do what he does.

Placing the dagger back down where it was, I stand back up and walk away from the table to stand in an open space of the basement.

Sprouting my wings from my back, my beautiful feathers slip through the holes to become spread out at my sides.