Bird in the Hand
“A survey of the Runestones is long overdue, we are all in agreement on this.”
Rommath nodded, and though his mouth was covered like always, Hal just knew he was smirking under there.
“As this matter is intrinsically tied to the safety of our people, there is nobody else I would trust more on this mission,” Lor’themar continued, looking at Hal so earnestly, and Hal would ordinarily agree with the sentiment, but…
Asking him to accompany a mage as they survey the Runestones felt a bit too close to babysitting for his comfort.[Halduron/Aethas, NSFW, AO3, Ko-fi]
Okay, here we go! Multichapter fic attempt! I have an outline, just gotta get the work done!!! (Beware – further kinks to be added!)
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One never really gets used to being dumped. Halduron Brightwing has his eyes closed as he draws a deep breath, smelling hay and feathers and bird droppings, holds the air in his lungs for one moment, another… then sighs all of it out. A beak nudges his head, ruffling his hair affectionately.
‘I just don’t see us working long term,’ she had said.
Halduron opens his eyes to stare at the barding of his hawkstrider – his trusty Cerila, so named by his youngest sister – and his fingers laced through the straps. Feeling around, it’s a bit loose by the bridle so he tightens a buckle there before grabbing the reins and leading her outside. Her bright white plumage shines in the low sun.