Let's Take Flight

[Bailey Lukas]

His wings felt heavy and uncomfortable, a large sprout of burden nestled behind the blades of his shoulders, coddled with feathers thick and white, expanding back 10 feet to expose ruffled, but well-kept flight feathers, all the others in between mused and untidey by nature. The wind didn't disrupt their stance, the bone hallow, but more thick and heavy weight.

Blowing the hair out of his eyes, he repositioned his footing on the ledge of the end tower, figners drumming nervously in their spots to hold him up. He had never tried flying before. He didn't think these wings could support him, despite his size and weight. He couldn't understand why the thought of it even bothered him; they were wings. They were meant to be stretched, not mantled, and free to feel the wind skimming through white, solid feathers.

"Okay, we can do this... I hope..." He muttered, making an inclination to leap, but caught himself, cursing silently. He was just too... frightened.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas felt a sudden weight upon his heart as he assended the steps to his sisters tower. It had been a month's time since her departure into the forest and she couldn't help but feel the sting of pain at his lose. He'd lost his mother years ago, his father not to long after, and now his sister had also disappeared. He could honestly hear the cracking of his heart inside him, his loneliness nearly consuming him.

Flashes of Fletcher and Sayriel came to mind and his instantly softened. How could he not be happy with the love of great people? Lucian's face also appeared in the back of his mind and he had to think a moment. Did he love the handsome vampire Lord? He couldn't be quite sure.

With a heavy breathe, he turned the knob on the door to Kayla's room and the sight before him had him gasping in alarm. "You aren't suposed to be here! What are you doing?! You'll get yourself killed you crazy child!" He hollered, racing into the room and gasping as the boy's wings became massively obvious. How the hell had he missed those?[/] It didn't matter though! This kid could harm himself and he would have no part of suicide at his Castle! There'd been enough death here to last him a lifetime!

"Get down!" He demanded, pulling at the boys wrist, yanking him from the ledge, hoping that he'd fall back down onto the Tower Floor and to safety.

[Bailey Lukas]

Bailey yelped with surprise when he was pulled down, his wings stretching out and fluttering with distress.

"Oi!" He squeaked, clawing at the air. The floor came crashing into his ass and his wigns sprawled carelessly around, drenching the lord with feathers. Groaning, he shifted and glanced at him.

"Sir Nicholas, I was just seeing if I could fly," His voice lowered shamefully, and he turned, his hair blocking his face. His wings rippled slightly.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas let out a yelp as the boy came crashing down, his wings landing ontop of him and knocking him clear into the ground. "Ouch." He groaned, a pain peircing through his skull. He moaned as he pushed the Wing's and mass of feathers from his face, getting up on wobbly legs and reaching down a hand to the man sitting there with a stunned expression on his pretty little face.

"Sir Nicholas, I was just seeing if I could fly."

Nicolas scoffed at this, narrowing his eyes slightly. "I'm twenty two, young man. Do I look like a fool to you? If you truly wanted to try and fly, and I presume you obviously haven't before, wouldn't you have chosen a lower Tower or place to take your flight? One without such a high risk of Death?" He pulled back his hand to rest it on his hip, sticking out said hip in a almost feminine stature of cockiness with a little hint of bitch there beneath the surface.

"Bailey right? Kid, you're what? 16? What are you even doing up in the Mistress Kayla's private chambers? You know the penalties for getting caught snooping around in this off limits room. I could easily ban you from this castle." His hard look softened though and he looked down at a dress that laid out on a chair, his fingers ghosting over the silky material.

He looked back to the other male and smiled sadly, "But I'd never ban someone from this Castle. So, why were you trying to fly?" He went over to teh window ledge and took a seat, looking out across the beautiful surrounding area.

[Bailey Lukas]

Bailey ducked his head shamefully, taking the scold and felt his engorged wings flatten themselves and wilter slightly, cuddling tight to his rip cages and the tips trailing against the dusty ground.

"But I'd never ban someone from this Castle. So, why were you trying to fly?" He perked up, looking up sharply and watching as Nick took a seat. He raised his wings to stop their trailing and also took a seat, well distanced, his wings hovering over the edge.

"One of the other slaves called me a freak. Said what's the good if I have wings but can't use them except for pleasure?" He flexed the burdens out, flaring them with a smal lstrain to crease out any jointed bones, curling the left one to him to smooth out wrinkled and caught feathers to others.

"So, I wanted to try and fly. I mean, it's true. They're just... there. And I mean, eagles or dragons don't just sit or stand or sleep. They fly." He clutched the fling feathers gently. "Y'know?"

[Nicolas Cashel]

"One of the other slaves called me a freak. Said what's the good if I have wings but can't use them except for pleasure?"[/i] Nicolas' head snapped up at the comment made by one of the people at his Castle. Insults were highly desregarded within his home and an angry tick began in his temple. "So, I wanted to try and fly. I mean, it's true. They're just... there. And I mean, eagles or dragons don't just sit or stand or sleep. They fly. Y'know?"

Clenching his jaw, he got up from his seat at the window sill and walked over to tower above the sitting adolescent. "Who was it that insulted you? You can't be any older than 15 and people are insulting you? Here, at my Castle? I will have none of it!" He roared, turning on his heels and going bck over the pace by the window, hands clenched into white fists behind his back.

This wasn't good. It wasn't good at all. His eyes flared a deep black, a slight wind swirling as he dug around into the minds of the people within the castle walls, yet he couldn't find a single person who possessed such crude thoughts against the young, winged boy.

A fluttering nose sounded near his ears and his eyes shot out to stare at the image of a Mockinbird singing softly on the window ledge. The widn abruptly stopping, Nicolas walked over to the rocky sill,reaching out a finger to the little creature in a invitation that was graciously accepted. The little bird chirped and bounced around on his finger as he stroked it tenderly.

Whispering in a soft voice he apologized to the younger male, "I'm sorry about my outburst. I just, I don't... It's difficult for me to see people hurting others about their appearance and physical attributes when I'm just as big a 'freak' as anyone else here. Although it may not be visable, do you think being able to bugger around in peoples minds and use my mind to control things is something I want? I'm 22 and I act like a 300 year old wise man."

He sighed, shaking his head and tossing his hand up lightly, causing the bird to chirp one last time before flying off into the sky. He turned to the young boy, his eyes one again chocolate hued and he smiled sofly, lush lips parting slightly to reveal square, white teeth. "I'm Nicolas by the way. And you are... Bailey? Is that correct?"

[Bailey Lukas]

"Who was it that insulted you? You can't be any older than 15 and people are insulting you? Here, at my Castle? I will have none of it!" The outburst startled him into mantling his wings, pressing them impossible tight against his back, eyes wide and frightened.

The wind that suddenly picked up threatened to throw him off balance, but he grabbed onto the edge of the building, anchoring himself. As quick as it had came it was gone and Bailey felt secure enough to let go.

"I'm sorry about my outburst. I just, I don't... It's difficult for me to see people hurting others about their appearance and physical attributes when I'm just as big a 'freak' as anyone else here. Although it may not be visable, do you think being able to bugger around in peoples minds and use my mind to control things is something I want? I'm 22 and I act like a 300 year old wise man."

Bailey watched him, eyes soft and understanding. This man had so much weighing on his shoulders, so much he didn't need at this point in his life yet there it was.

"I'm Nicolas by the way. And you are... Bailey? Is that correct?" He nodded enthusastically, bowing his head in greeting.

"Yeah, I'm Bailey. A pleasure to make your aquaintance." He ruffled his wings. "I'm sorry what you might've seen. Just curious." He stretched them to full span. "I've had them all my life but I've never used them and it kinda gets sore to not use them so." He looked back out to the yards.

[Nicolas Cashel]

"Yeah, I'm Bailey. A pleasure to make your aquaintance. I'm sorry what you might've seen. Just curious. I've had them all my life but I've never used them and it kinda gets sore to not use them so."

Nicolas went over to the fire place, stoking it a little to a bright blaze before turning curious eyes on the younger man. "Well, why not try and fly from a low branch on a tree or try to flit over the ground? You don't need to commit suicide -which jumping from that ledge will surely be doing. Seriously."

Nicolas softened his words with a tender smile and he took a heavy seat on the couch that had been a present to his castle from a man from the year 1800. Looking at Bailey he shook his head and patted the seat beside him on the large sofa. "Come on and get away from there, sit down and maybe I can do something to help you."

[Bailey Lukas]

Bailey watched the older boy fiddle with the fire and sighed, craning his wings toward him more.

"Well, why not try and fly from a low branch on a tree or try to flit over the ground? You don't need to commit suicide -which jumping from that ledge will surely be doing. Seriously."

"Because from a branch or tree I won't get enough wind, and these," He stretched them out to full span, avoiding anything that the wings could be hazzardous to, "Need to catch immediately. Jumping from such a small height won't give me that wanted result. Then again, I'm an idiot kid, so what do you expect." He nodded to back up his point, though it wouldn't do anything.

"Come on and get away from there, sit down and maybe I can do something to help you." He furrowed his brow, turning to face the lord.

"Like what?" He retracted his wings once more, the folds rising above his head.

[Nicolas Cashel]

"Like what?" [/color]

Nicolas shrugged and smiled at the young man. "Well first off, you look like you could use a friend with some good senses." He grinned and in a sense of wanting to make the younger man more comfortable, he wrapped his legs up underneath him, holding his knees at the side.

"I've got a good few friends here with strange abilities you know," he offered, smiling at the funky haired youth. "And this is my Castle, I'm sure I could pull a few strings to have someone help you with your flight."

[Bailey Lukas]

"Well first off, you look like you could use a friend with some good senses." Wasn't like he didn't have one already, but he leaned against the wall, more at ease. Because honestly, Kitty and Fletch were the only friends he had who didn't see him as a sex awe.

"I've got a good few friends here with strange abilities you know, and this is my Castle, I'm sure I could pull a few strings to have someone help you with your flight."

Bailey perked upon hearing this, his wings jumping with excitement as his eyes widened.

"Really?" He would've hugged Nick if it wouldn't cost crushing the guy. "Like, what kind of abilities?"

[Nicolas Cashel]

"Really?" He would've hugged Nick if it wouldn't cost crushing the guy. "Like, what kind of abilities?"[/color]

Nicolas grinned and ran his fingers through his soft, shaggy brown locks before shrugging. "This is a land of magic, as you've probably already found by now. Anything can happen. They're vampires, werewolves, people who can change form, people who see things others can't." He quirked a brow as he addressed himself silently, "People who can use their minds to make things happen."

Nicolas shrugged again. "Anything. Although if you have any questions..." He trailed off and patted the seat beside him in invitation.

[Bailey Lukas]

"This is a land of magic, as you've probably already found by now. Anything can happen. They're vampires, werewolves, people who can change form, people who see things others can't."

Bailey perked up, his wings mocking the stance and he smiled, wide and excited.

"My friend's a werewolf! He's kind to me and and he's so cool." He nodded enthusiastically, remembering Fletcher and his sarcasm but yet being so humble towards him.

"His name is Fletcher. I think he works at the bar. He's usually there with Kitty."

[Nicolas Cashel]

"My friend's a werewolf! He's kind to me and and he's so cool. His name is Fletcher. I think he works at the bar. He's usually there with Kitty."[/color]

Nicolas grinned broadly. "You're Fletch's friend? Lord, that's great. Known the little guy for years." He thought for a moment before smiling again. "You're friends with Kitty too? Pretty young man?"

Nicolas turned to look at Bailey, getting comfortable and slinging an arm around the back of the couch. "Well I gotta hand it to you, you've got a good sense of who to be friends with. Both exceptional young men."