#catterwail

“my father used to say i’m too romantic.”  he sits with his back against the balcony door, the glass cold against his partially exposed skin in the dead of winter. one would think him smarter than to sit out here in his stupid silk pajamas when it was nearly below freezing, but he likes to feel something.  “’of course you’d get engaged right out of high school.’ i think meeting you so young took it out of him. kids aren’t supposed to meet their soulmates, move in together while still in school, and proceed with a six year long relationship, still counting, that never breaks apart.”  he snorts, hand waving in the air despite lack of dramatics.  “do you have any regrets, oliver?”

stubborn and for once lacking in grace, he hooks his foot to the fire escape that crumbles dangerously above him ‘gainst the currents of the vice’s attacks, arm stretching with unmatched speed to catch ollie’s fall. he holds him by his wrist, wings spread out in desperation behind him. dmitry is long gone, wherever he’d been taken and avree can’t deal with this shit. he grits his teeth and snaps at him, second hand extending for him to grab onto.  “i know it's not easy or that simplified, but you and i are on each others side, so stop crying and take my hand!”