Down to the ground [CLOSED]

Like this., he said, his heart starting to pick up the beat, as he stepped forward, and over the edge. This time, he didn't fall as his wings were already opened, so there was no trill, no rush, just the feling of emptiness and waste open air. He turned towards William, a smile on his face, as he suddenly got talkative.

Just give me your hand., he thought, extending one of his own. Stay close, and hold tight and everything would be okay. Trust me., he said nothing but honesty in his words, the pure wish to get the mouse like boy off his feet and into something more overwhelming him to the point of exploding. There is no way for you to fall. Really. Trust me.

Don't worry. Michael thought, stepping closer, but his feeth never touching anything but air. I can see your scared. He put his hands on William's shoulders, holding them tightly and bringig the mouse-like boy's body closer. Don't be. was all he said, beforehe jumped, without warning, lifting them both in the air.

It was indeed harder, flying like this then byhimself, but it couldn't even compare to the time he almost got caught in a storm a few months ago. His wings were also stronger now, wider and tougher, so all the had to do was spread them to their full lenght in order to be able to withstand their combined weight.

At first, they were just standing in the air, a few meters above the stone of the roof, but after giving William a few moments to get used tot he idea of flying, he carefuly moved a few feathers, and started nearing the edge. Once he got over it, he looked down at the boy in his arms, his hands no longer on William's shoulders, but hugging him at his waste, pulling him closer, and urging him to at least holdo onto him somehow, it not by putting his arms around his neck.

Isn't it beautiful?, he asked, looking at the Moon, as the pale light coloured the darkened sky, reavealing the clouds otherwise invisiable to the naked eye. Didn't I tell you you wouldn't even notice the hight?, he added, smirking through his thoughts. The darkness beneath them indeed was impenetrable, and hardly anything could be seen, let alone how far it was to the ground. So, what do you think?

You would if you would just relax. Michael thought softly, almost like a wisper, before he tiltet his head backwards, despite William's grip over his neck, basking his head in moonlight, his pale face looking almost ghost like sorounded by all that darkness.

And stop worrying about that. he warned, sighing. I would never drop anything, let alone another human being. he shook his head, his dark hair flying everywhere. Just relax already, little mouse. You may find the world is a just a bit safer than you thought.

Michael felt the light body in his hands shiver, realising a bit too late that at this hight, William would be even colder than what passed as the ground on the tower. Sighing in his mind, unhappy because he hadn't gotten the result he had wanted-which would be William realaxing and realising how beautiful the night was-he folded his wings a bit in order to get them closer to the tower once more. Thinking how he should just drop the boy there, and then continue with his flight like he had planed, he suddenly decided to give his idea one more chance.

Where is your room?, he asked, stoping in mid flight. I'll fly you there.

You'll have to move on my back. he said, slowly putting William down until his feet could reach the roof of the tower. Dark it might be, I stil need to see where I will be going. Once he was sure William won't fall down when out of his grasp, he pressed his feet against the vertical wall of the tower, pushing himself back into the air, before doing a flip-he had never done that before, and it was FUN- all in order to get his back turned towards William. He spread his wings further, his feathers fluttering from excitement. Be carefull of the feathers. he warned as he urged the boy to climb. And make sure to hold tight.