A Harsh Wind [END]

At this point I feel obliged to inform you that I... am always right. Michael chuckled, returning to speaking through his mind now that the tense moment was over. He hoped that what he said was enough to help the boy even a little, for he could see now that he knew it was there that it was really eating him away, for some time.

If you are dry enough we should try and get back to the dorm before it is too dark. he asked, standing up and brushing the dust off his clothes. Come on. he said, indicating with his head that he should get up. There is a shower somewhere that is calling your name.

Not really. Michael thought, tilting his head to the right and crouching so he could put out the fire he started. Not to me. He turned around again to look at William, a silent question in his eyes.

You do know we will have to jump again in order to get the height I need to get us back home? he asked, even though technically only he would need to jump, and could then pick up William the same way he picked him up from his window, however, that would be stupid, and slower, and he could just jump while William was with him and fly them both home and that would be all.

Right?

Michael gave a smile as bright as the Sun when he saw that William wasn't afraid to jump again, nearing the edge with his back turned towards the ocean and stretching his hand for the other to take.

I know exactly how fast I can go, William. he said, still smiling while he laughed softly as well. However, I will most certainly show you too, if you want. he said, his smile widening.

Taking a second while William approached to decide how exactly is he going to do this, he nodded his head to himself as the plane formed in his mind. Jumping on his head while holding William close, only to turn when he was supposed to open his wings, and then moving the boy in between them seemed about right.

As if I would let you. Michael thought, frowning. The first time only happened because he wasn't there to stop him. William wasn't supposed to fall, not alone, he was supposed to be there to help him hit the water right. Though even if it happened anyway, nobody died, so everything was alright.

He smiled, bringing William closer, and putting the boy's hands around his chest. Hold on tight. he thought, and then... Then they were falling, the gravity pulling them closer and closer to the dark ocean floor, through the layers and layers of cold ocean water. Not that Michael had any intention to reach any of it until it was time again. The air humming in his ears, pulling his hair up, and into his eyes and mouth, he laughed, a strong, loud laughter which shook his whole body, before he turned again, William still snugged at his chest, ripping the chain away.

The pendant in his left hand, glimmering between the silver rings, its absence from his neck giving birth to his wings, they were pulled up within the smallest part of the second, roaring through the sky as wind pulled at their limbs again. He was soaring, flying as high as fast as he could, until he finally reached the tipping point, from which he proceeded to fall again, till the height on which it was safe to fly them home. Only then did he he move William to his back, where he was safe in between his wings.

How was that for a flight? he smirked, laughing.

Definitely looking past that fact. the still shirtless Michael said, as he laughed at William's comment. I'm glad you had fun. he added solemnly, as he was worried that William would be still freaking out because of the slip lip and all. Which reminded him, he should really put something on that before it got infected. Plus...

My dorm room has a bath thub. he said, turning to the right as they reached the edge of the school grounds. It's not big, but you should be able to fit in there. Also... he let them fall even lower as they reached the dorms. We should really put something on that lip. Stopping, he asked. So, where are we going?