Violet looks over the group with raised eyebrows, letting out a small sigh and watching Silver leave with her creamy eyes.
"Alright, alright. Listen. If we want this to work we should agree on someone to be primarily in charge, yes? That way we can't just fight over it. And we need to stay calm."
Cage bites his lip, watching as Ben retreats to the window, glaring out at the city.
Silver found an unclaimed bedroom and closed herself in. Her first instinct was to inspect the closet for a suitable place to tuck herself in a cry, but instead her eyes landed on the window.
Yes.
Ben will kill you.
Who cares.
Throwing open the window, Silver pulled the screen out and lifted her face to feel the cooling evening air caress her face.
This was a stupider idea than the one they had been fighting about, but she was beyond caring. Sitting on the windowsill, she swung her feet out and stood up on the roof, flaring her wings up so the breeze could weave into her feathers.
She couldn't remember if she'd ever flown freely in the sky before. She'd been in hiding for too long.
With one last deep breath and a reminder that this was a dumb decision, she leapt off the edge of the roof and glided out into the night sky.
(YOU GAVE HIS HOUSE AWAY)
New boi :DDD
Name: Gabriel Pierce Cove
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance (clothing, face and body): Gabriel is tall and slender. He's probably 6ft and weighs about 160. His hair is black and fluffly and looks like it used to be in a bowl cut but is just a little overgrown; probably never brushed. There is one white streak through his hair. He's deathly pale, not pretty pale and his lips are tinted a deep raspberry. He has small, slanted eyes that are a dark purple and a long, rounded nose and thin lips. His cheekbone juts out, due to his malnourish-ion, and his cheeks are always pinkish. His nails are black, but not long and strangely look nice despite their color. He wears blacks, grey's and purple's and is usually in some sort of knee-length tunic and leggings, coupled with a pair of boots.
Additional info: His voice is strangely quiet but scratchy and his touch is always freezing cold. He has jet black, bat-like wings that are soft to the touch and end in freaky dangerous claws. They're twice his size. He has mastered the art of 'hiding' his wings, so making them invisible.
Element(water, Air, Fire, Ice, Earth, ect….):Air
His violet eyes watch her as his hair is caught up in the blowing wind. He'd worn grey's, blending in with the sky around him, and his wings weren't visible.
She's so small. He thought. She so free… He watches her fly, higher and higher.
He sighs inwardly and lurches off of the building up into the sky, disappearing into the clouds with her.
(HE COME)
(ARE YOU SERIOUS) (I'M GETTING ANOTHER CHARACTER TOO OK)
"Yeah, okay, you're in charge," Hush says, and promptly disappears. This was precisely why she hated everyone. Toddlers. She hears Silver go upstairs and fly out. Why am I not doing the same?
Dash doesn't react, just shoots Hush a look, or at least the place he thinks Hush is at. "I don't think this group is going to work in general," he says, strangely loud. He stands up and turns away, turning his head slightly to look over his shoulder. "I don't think anyone has ever remained calm in general, when they're being hunted by cold monsters."
(wow all the new characters are coming in XD I'm waiting for the right scene to bring a new girl in too)
Silver climbed up high enough above the city so no lights or sensors could find her. The night sky allowed her to pass as just another shadow. The light cloud cover allowed her to hide her wings, which were the most dangerous part of her; just the right shade of grey to reflect light.
When she was finally high enough and concealed enough to let out a sigh of relief, she looked around and felt a smile settle over her face. It felt good to be out, outside in the air, and not cooped up in a shed or a basement or Ben's house with 800 other people.
(drama, you guys)(dramatic toddlers XD)
Violet creases her eyebrows together and watches as everyone leave to their own corner.
It can work. We're old enough to do this, c'mon.
Gabriel watches, biting his lip.
Is blonde hair natural? It's so whispy.
A faint smile crosses his face but disappears in a moment. He silently flies up behind her, being so close to her whispy, beautiful hair that he could almost, almost touch it. But he didn't. He stayed still, listening to her breath.
(he's freaky strong, btw)(Like power wise)
(hmm I sense a PM between you two about Gabriel and Silver)
(Yes XD)(we talk over everything through Gmail)
(we've been discovered, Bucky XDD)(Yes, Bandi, Bucky and I talk about this RP all the time between each other.)
(also fun fact I forgot Silver's hair is blond cuz I imagine it this really bland, mousy, haystack//lack of a color blond, so when I read that I was like "wait her hair isn't blond" but yes. yes it is XD)
Silver found herself an air current and settled into flight, gliding without needing to pump her wings, and let her eyes drift shut. The wind caressed her face, tugged at her hair, sent goosebumps down her arms. Without warning, her eyes welled with tears and she sniffed violently, blinking furiously in denial. I've never been free. Not since before… everything happened. Vague images and half-memories flitted through her mind, but she couldn't lay hold on any of them. I don't even know who I used to be.
Gabriel watches as a few tears streak down her cheeks and cocks his head. He goes to speak, but snaps out of it and remembers his mission.
Get the bird.
He lets out a silent sigh, taking her hand firmly but gently.
(He's got a good hold, so she can't just rip away XD)
(oooohhh boy)
Something touched her hand and Silver started, whipping around in time to see a form flying along beside her. She let out a strangled shriek and lost her grip on the hair, wings beating and twisting to find purchase again. Instinctively she gripped the hand holding her own, even as she fell and pulled him down with her.
They start to tumble through the clouds, and Gabriel's wings materialize back into reality, flapping above him to catch the air. He still holds unto Silver, but now with both hands and great strain. He starts to catch the air above them, slowing their decent but not stopping it.
Stop, you're fine!
Silver screamed, half from the fall, half from the terrifying winged form above her that she could barely see. LET GO OF ME, LET GO LET GO LET GO. She wanted to claw his hands off her arm but she was falling, turned now so her wings folded up on either side of her, facing up at her attacker. With a gasp, she choked off her scream and let go of him, trying to spin and get her right side at an angle where her wing could catch the air.
"I can't hold you up! You'll hit the ground!" He yells, trying to help her up beside him so her wings can catch the air. He strains, still holding her hand, and does his best to keep them up with his wings.
The city was still a long, long way below them, but the points of light looked as if they were rushing up to meet her. With a last desperate twist, Silver swung her right side up enough and beat her wings, finally getting a good flap that meant something. Her right wing caught the air and suddenly she was up and Gabriel was down. His hand still gripped her wrist and she tried to wrench away, effectively righting them both as she pumped her wings, trying to stay in one place and pull away from him.
"What did you do that for, you freak? What are you? What do you want?" she screamed at him.
He looks away, clenching his jaw.
She's talking, what do I do?
He keeps a hold of her hand, now sweating, and thinks up another way he could do this.
She's stronger, I can't- I can't overpower her.
His hair blows around his face as he runs through his options, trying not to grind his teeth with anxiety. Touching her was bad enough, but now he had to answer questions? Have a conversation? No way.
(u scare me boi)
Silver grabbed his wrist and tried to pry his fingers off her. "What are you doing? Get off me, dude. Who are you and why did you grab me like that??" She beat her wings, struggling to stay in the same place, dipping and bouncing around. Squinting through the dark night, she tried to get a good look at him. "Wait… you have wings too?" she gasped, pausing in her desperate effort to detach his hand from her. "You're… what are you?" she whispered, awe struck at the great black shadows that were the only indication of his wings.
His breathing starts to get a bit raspy and his wings slowly disappear, blending into the night around them. He starts to lower himself down to the sleeping town below them but still holds her hand, trying his best to ignore her.
Just, let's sit down for now. Please.
(He flies super smoothly, btw)
"Hey… hey!" Silver yelled, trying to pull her hand away again. "You can't just… where are we going?" her heart began to hammer in her ears and she fought to fly down beside him and see him better. "Where are you taking me?" her voice rose into a panicked shriek. "Come on, say something, you idiot!"
He covers her mouth with one hand, not roughly or forcefully, but in irritation, and finally feels his toes grip the sand under his feet. (he landed them by a lake)(probably a good ways away from Ben's house and more out in the country ish?) He takes his hand from her mouth after it's only been there for a moment and rubs his collarbone with it, still holding her hand.
Please be quiet. Just sit down. It's okay.
Silver squirmed away from him, trying to get as far away as their arm lengths would allow. "Okay dude. We're on the ground. You better start–" her heartbeat still pounded in her ears, but now that her feet where touching the earth her other senses came back, shoving her panic out of the way. Waves upon waves of anxiety and stress were rolling off him, so thick Silver grabbed her throat and fought to breathe. "Dude," she gasped, quieter now. "What is your problem?"
He slowly sits on the ground, trying to level his raspy breathing and rubbing his collarbone so hard it's started to turn pink.
Nothing. I'm good.
He keeps hold of her hand, but with less of a grip now.
Just stop talking. I'm okay.
His hand drops from his collarbone and grabs a fistful of sand, squeezing it under his weight that he's shifted to that side.
We're good