Down to the ground [CLOSED]

'Michael.', he said, his soft voice echoing through the silent air, as even for him, there were a few cases when he had to speak, one of them being revealing his name, for in what other way could that be done than with words? Still, he didn't like it much, his own voice sounding strange to his ears,soft, but hoarse, quiet, but echoing. It made him shiver, and feeling as if his feathers have been ruffled.

He put his left hand on the boys shoulder again, pushing him towards the exit of the roof as he saw that William was still cold. He wondered if he boy would understand, or will just get afraid again.

You're welcome., Michael thought for himself, his body silently moving in order to indicate so. He reached for the door, opening them, before looking back over his shoulder to make sure the other was still there and hasn't fallen off the roof in the short moment he wasn't looking. He didn't know why, but something about William simply made him want to check, just in case.

As he waited by the door for William to enter the corridor that lead to the stairwel first, he noted that the inside of the school wasn't much warmer than the outside. He frowned, now wondering if there was any point in going inside at all. At least here he could see the sky and as much of the grounds as nights couldn't hold. He kept frowning, staring at the Moon and feeling his wings twiching underneath his skin.

He wanted to fly again.

Shaking his heead at the sudden closness of the other body, he snaped out of his thoughts of flying, noting the excitement in the other boys movements. Confused, he frowned, trying to figure out what could have gotten William so excited. He turned around, trying to see if there was anyone there, and once he established that no, there wasn't, he turned back to the boy, studying his body language. Still, it took him more then a few minutes to get what was wrong as it was no simple message. The words the boy was telling by the posture of his body were long, and complicated where they should have been short and simple if only they were said. However, as he was trying to think them, therefor showing them in his posture, it was a bit complicated.

Not like you., he thought quietly, knowing now for sure that William could feel his thoughts. Simply good at seeing things. Much better than at saying them.

What for? Michael thought, tillting his head to the right, and frowning at the mouse-like boy, for he could not find anything said or done that would require him to feel sorry. Closing the doors, he sat himself down to the floor, as he got tired of standing. Looking up, he tried to read William's body language again, but failed. There were too many things there, overlaping, and mixing with each other so much he couldn't untangle one from another. The boy certainly wanted to say something, but it seemed as he still thought that Michael could feel his mind as he himself could feel Michael's.

There is nothing to feel sorry for., he simply thought in the end, thinking that it didn't matter. It never mattered, not to him, things being said. He didn't detest himan contact, but he did not crave it either. Simple things like this were enouch for him.

Closing his eyes again, he let the wind dance with his hair once more, that in turn, making his wings twich again, and as he never was the one to not listnen to what his instinc is telling him, he got up in one strong, fluid motion, stopping only at the edge.

Would you like to fly?, he offered to the boy, his back still turned to William as he untangeled the chain of silver rather than breaking it this time, his wings exploding from his back yet again.

Beautiful., he answered, thinking of the air dancing with his hair, a silver trail of snow falling from the sky and melting on his skin, the rain making his wings dump, and how it hard it was too fly against the harsh wind with wet wings. Intoxicating., he recoled the first time he ever tried to fly, the tril of falling through the air, unsure wheter or not you will be able to stay there, the ruch making your heart beat against you ribchage like it would like it would like nothing more but break it. Maddening., he whispered in the end, stating that he could never live without it. He was able to do it properly only for a year now, still testing this and that and brinnging it down to the fine art, yet he still wondered, how had he ever survived those first 24 years of his life?

And you could see it for yourself., he turned around, suddenly determand to talk the other boy into aking the flight with him. Just close your eyes, and you won't see the hight until you're actually there.