The wings of the BAU are fruitful, stories told and aged and taken care of, OR, where i get emotional thinking ab their winfs :(((
Morgan's wings are from rocky heritage, there is a bullet wound evident from the carefully filled in spot where marble has taken it's place within the deep shade of rocks. Sometimes there are flowers, and greenery on him, tucked neatly from where his wings meet his anatomy.
He pretends not to hear Penelope as she sneaks up, carefully interweaving christmas lights during december, but it's hard when his hearing is top notch and always cranked up. He pretends that he doesn't want to wrap his wings around Hotch as he comes in more ragged each day. He pretends that he cannot see JJ's hands lifting him through the waters whenever he takes a dive.
And he pretends that Savannah doesn't put silly sticky notes on his wings, just to cheer others up. ‘Hi Reid, sweety!! If you reach in, there's a lollipop in Morgan's pockets ;)’ and he pretends not to hear Spencer's giggles as he reads the notes from his back.
Dispite how heavy it is, he manages to find a way to take flight. He pretends that he does not know that Prentiss persuaded the wind to get him in the air, He pretends that does not know that JJ keeps him afloat, He pretends that he does not know that during nights — Spencer sits, waiting until daylight to know that he is okay and safe.
Penelope's wings are from mythology, in their best days there are colourful beeds strung on her person and on her worst they're pressed against herself to deter predators away from her most vital spots.
Her wings are beautiful — white entangled with pink, faded into rich shades of red, wings long and proud and carefully straightened, and they have never experienced flight. Her wings are known to be the most prettiest, and the most pristine out of anyone's.
She does not tell her secret, except for Spencer who she frequently wing wrestles with, she doesn't remember how they started but all she knows is that it's the most fun he's ever had.
She laughs whenever she gives wing hugs, because what else are they for? extra limbs to share kindness, to share friendship with, to form closer bonds with your family — not her family, she doesn't really know who they are but she's content with not knowing
Because she has hotch, she has rossi, she has strauss, spencer, morgan, JJ, emily, tara, gideon, todd, and everybody she's ever worked with, that is her home —
She wraps the top of her wings with decorations for holidays, she allows the little kids and pups and birdies and alike of the unit to (safely) dangle and play! because as fragile as she claims they are, they are strong and capable of holding them up
Spencer's wings have lived, they always have. Through wars, through sickness, through loss, tragedy, confusion and yet they remain with him — thousands, maybe even millions, he walks among gods as both their equals and as their best friend.
“Spencer's are God's best friends” Clyde once said, when once he was somebody else, and Reid's wings were the same as it looked any other time, any other period, no matter destruction or creation, they're there.
Prentiss had found it a great comfort when they remet, under a once beautiful scene, enveloped in the cold embrace of a storm.
Within the clouds, and through the screams of thunder, and lightning striking from somewhere in the infinite skies, there was a friend mingling with the birds;
Wings mostly yellow, once bright now muddy and toned down, faded from what they used to be. Blue, but only in the insides, where if the lightning flashed in a right angle, they crackled along in a faint buzz, or maybe it was a trick of the light, there was too much clouds. Orange faintly mixed in, along with brown that he promises were naturally there but Heidi says other wise, she remembers that, how could she? it was memorable, that was their first meeting.
They were always wet, his feathers soaked in salt water. she wasn't sure why, the rain he goes through are anything but, they're holy and something else, a gift from a god that spencer holds dear to his heart. she only got the answer during a case, in an ocean-side town, where settled a creature who danced in the waters; the creature that was JJ, or as spencer called her ‘νερό’, which is the literal translation of water in greek.
Sh had watched the two laugh, their joy molding into a symphony, mesmerized from the get-go of the water creature. He had dived close to the water, his wings unfolding and he swum in the air perfectly—elegantly, and snatched the fish she carried in her palms, which she raised to the skies just for him, when he came close to the shore, his wings dipping happily in the water — she wondered if they had done this before.
The movements were practiced, but they were enjoying it, she had felt jealous in the moment but she wasn't sure who for. Was she jealous that her best friend's attention was stolen, or was she jealous because the water creature was the most beautiful being she has ever seen? she will take that to her grave.
They all have lived for so long, and their wings tell so many tales, so much history and cries and fighting and sorrow, and look at them now.
Prentiss can't understand how they could still smile through the harshness of immortality and outliving, she had tried to ask — but they wouldn't answer, or at least, answer with any explanation.
Morgan's wings fluttered open and closed, Penelope's wings pressed against herself in defense, and Spencer hugged her tight with his, whispering; “Because.” before silence.
