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1000 Picspams Challenge | #190 - Nephilim

He stretches his wings in the rain. Spencer is still firmly on the ground, but warming up the muscles that have not been used for some time is important. A few loose feathers drift toward the ground, very small cerulean feathers. They are bright against the drab ground of fall; he does not notice this. 

There is no one around, which is what he wants. Spencer hates it when people watch him fly, or people watch him. Flying itself is a great joy for the nephilim, and before he came to the ranch, it was a frequent activity. 

Today, today was different. As he pushed off the ground and went through the air, there was no sudden burst of joy, no adrenaline rush.  It just made the nephilim feel…numb. It was like he broke through the ice of a frozen river, and all Spencer felt was cold. Suddenly flying wasn’t such an enjoyable activity right then, and he dove towards the ground, when he stopped suddenly. Did a crappy landing and called it a day. 

Well in actuality, Spencer curled into a ball on the ground and lay there unmoving. He didn’t really care that is was starting to rain, or that there was cold seeping into his bones. Whatever. Spencer in truth, cared too much and was in a constant state of internalized hysteria at this point.  

Which meant he didn’t care when footsteps were close by, it was probably one of the werewolves onto his scent. Fuck it, Spencer thought,  I am not moving.  And move he did not. 

@luxcassian

Lux knew he wasn’t the only nephilim on the ranch. Which was rather quite impressive considering they were rather reclusive creatures and Lux knew it was rare to have so many in one place. And yet he had yet to stubble upon the other one he’d heard about. Though he wasn’t entirely surprised by that. It was rather easy for them to avoid the world, let alone one another. Then there was the fact that he wasn’t looking for him either. He had enough to deal with when it came to all the other personalities on the ranch.

However, when Lux saw a plethora of of vibrant blue feathers tumbling to the ground and not coming back up he knew he met the other part angel. He’d been out for a jog. Not the least bit bothered by the rain falling from the sky. It was few degrees above freezing and it was doing wonders to cool of his body. He didn’t hurry his pace to see if the nephilim was okay. Lux knew he’d cover the ground quickly and catch up to where he’d seen him laying eventually.

Xavier shrugged, accepting that explanation. He’d prefer an actual one, and if Lux thought he was getting away with never talking about it again, he was an idiot, but he would let it be for now. 

“Guess I can walk with you.” He said, letting out a whistle to get the puppy’s attention. It bounded back to his side, full of boundless energy, and he started towards the house. “So how does hiding the wings work? Are they still there, and just invisible? Or is it magic?” He preferred the first option, oddly enough. He still had a bit of distaste for magic in general, despite technically being a magical being.

When Lux told him he was going inside he hadn’t meant it as an invitation for Xavier to join him. In fact he sort of meant it more as this conversation is over. And now Lux wasn’t really sure how to un-invite Xavier. So he supposed he was simply just going to have to accept the other’s company.

He sighed. Lux already knew the drill. There were always varying reactions to seeing him, and judging by the look in Xavier’s eyes the wolf was definitely having one of wonder and curiosity. Too bad for him Lux had years of practice at avoiding questions and giving as little information as possible. “No magic. Afraid there is nothing magical about me.” His strides weren’t intentionally at a pace to match Xavier’s, but he didn’t care enough to walk faster. Lux glanced over at him. “And don’t get it in your head to try and touch my back to feel for my wings. You’ll only feel my back quickly followed by my fist.”

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“Why not?” Xavier asked, glancing around. “There’s no one else around, and obviously I’m not going to do anything.” The idea of him being dangerous was ludicrous. He didn’t think anything had ever considered him dangerous out of his wolf form. And even then, he wasn’t all that aggressive, especially compared to others.

And he was interested to actually see Lux fly. The few seconds had not been enough to get a good look, and his curiosity was piqued. What did it look like? How did the wings move? How big were they, really? He’d only just barely gotten to see, and he wanted to see more.

It was conversations like these that Lux was reminded of why he liked being alone. He glanced back down at the puppy rather accusatorially as if to say you just had to wake up early. Lux wasn’t going to tell Xavier why. He didn’t trust the man. Sure he liked him more than most at the ranch, but he didn’t trust the man to tell him that it made him uncomfortable or why it made him uncomfortable. He wasn’t going to tell him that even though he knew the likelihood of Xavier hurting him was slim for a number of reasons, he was still traumatized over something that happened seventeen hundred years ago.

“Because I said so,” was the only answer he gave. Making sure not to step on the puppy he started walking back towards the house. Then remembering it was rude to just walk away from a conversation he stopped at Xavier’s side. “Besides I was already heading back inside to have breakfast and a drink.”