Poems & Such (smut/fluff)

H I G H P R I C E

"I want to know how it feels to fly. I'm sure it must be such a rush, with the wind in your hair. I envy the birds in the sky maybe too much, but I also feel sorry they don't understand the value of their abilities." She stepped to his side, looking at him as he gazed below the city.

"They are always doing something, always a task on their mind that needs to be complete. But what they don't understand is what a delicacy is right at their wings, what so many people struggle to keep. What I've been trying to attain my entire life—"

"Liberation." He fished, and Rhea looked at him from her point of view at his shoulder, his jaw like an exact corner as he tilted his head up to look at the stars. "Freedom. It always comes at a high price."