Prompts from @whumptober2021 days 13, 15, and 25
CW: drugging and capturing whumpee, mention of past wing whump
Taglist: @ashintheairlikesnow @boxboysandotherwhump @jdfreads @what-a-whump @whump-tr0pes @evermetnotforgotten @card-games-and-pain
In all honesty, it was his own fault he got caught. Jasmine told him not to fly, not even on dark nights after the lights of every street had dimmed. Wy'ran knew perfectly well that it wasnât safe but he couldnât stop himself.
His wings ached from lack of use, almost as bad as when they were broken and healing.
Midnight had meowed at him, almost reproachfully as he snuck away. He'd given her a little scritch on the cheek but she didn't seem mollified.
There were no stars here, he thought as he ascended, the wind finally, blissfully beneath his wings once more. Jasmine told him the stars weren't gone, but humans had made so much light of their own it got in the way of the stars.
He missed lots of things about home, and not for the first time, he considered going back. It hadn't been that long since he left.
Long enough for his wings to break and heal but not so long in the life of a fae.
Long enough for him to have found a friend in the human.
He knew her name was Jasmine but she didn't know he knew. He could compel her if he had her name, so she never gave it. She'd started to get sloppy though, and hadn't removed her name tag from a stray lab coat one night.
He'd murmured it to himself the whole next day, but he took care never to use it before her.
He would never compel a friend, one who had trusted him and saved his life.
She'd asked for what to call him eventually, and he'd written his own name. Risky, but he trusted her. It hadnât really mattered, because she'd glanced at it and deemed his 'human' name Warren.
He'd accepted it, it was close to his name, but not quite. Close, but safe.
He'd closed his eyes for just a second, just to savor the air that wasn't dead but tasted like rain and wind and sky, and when he opened them, he realized he had gone too far.
He didn't know where he was, couldn't find his way back to Jasmine and her house and Midnight-
And there were people staring up at him.
He was searching for something familiar, but his eyes were attuned to forest, not buildings and there were no directions in the sky.
He knew it would be safer to stay flying but he was well and truly lost, and he'd already been seen, so what was the harm? He knew he shouldnât but he wanted to ask the humans to help, to return him back to his friend and her home.
In the end, the decision was made for him.
He felt a tiny prick, like the sting of a bug bite, and he'd swatted at his neck but the bug wouldn't dislodge and he couldn't stay aloft.
He tumbled onto a roof, knocking aside shingles as he swayed, fighting to stay awake.
Lights and colors and distinctly human faces swum before him, dimming, changing color and morphing into one another.
They were crowding him, swarming him and he tried to swat them away but his talons came up empty. He tried again with another but he was met with only air.
His vision was fading, and in his panic, he fell.
The last thing he was aware of was an unfamiliar voice saying, "Well, this is gonna suck," and then nothing at all.
