He is not looking at her, when she tells him it’s okay to go.
He does not see the way her skin seems to glow and the stars that lie within her tremble and blink and light up the darkness - but he feels it. His own magic is yawning, casting off the lull that has shackled it for so long, like a great beast coming awake. It pours from him, a cloud of star dust and constellations that stretch up and up and up, a celestial rope connecting him to the heavens.
Sirius follows that thread of magic with his eyes, and takes a step forward.
His lungs are aching, each breath quick and shallow, each beat of his heart a shudder. His wings have already forgotten the frenzy of his earlier flight, lifting themselves up at his sides. The winds makes his feathers dance and he trembles.
“It was nice meeting you, Leto.” One downward sweep of his wings and his hooves leave the ground. The air sighs, as if with relief as the sky takes back what is rightfully her’s. Three clean strokes and the ground is dwindling beneath him, the gemstone flowers bright specks far below and she is standing like a comet in their midst.
“I hope to see you again.” His voice is little more than a sigh, and he does not know if she hears him.
Sirius drifts on near-silent wings, swimming through an empty swath of sky. There are stars above him and stars below him, and his magic lights up the sky around him.
And he does not worry that someone might be chasing him. He does not worry at all.
hearts are breaking
wars are raging on
you’ve got me nervous
i’m at the end of my rope
hey, man, we can’t all be like you
i wish we were all rose-colored too
my rose-colored boy
@Leto !
