Sierra stared at the boy in disbelief as he finished regaling him with what had happened, and where they were now, Quispi now staring the fellow bird down
“So what are you, a crane-kin or something?”
“I—well I’m a crane harpy sure” Sierra said, shrugging, “And you…are?” the two sat silent, Sierra waiting for his answer, “Apparently nobody from fuckoff ville ok then”
“He’s a little standoffish” Asema said, appearing in the doorway, “Forgot to mention that”
“You also forgot to mention that there was another person” Sierra said, shaking his head.
“Did I? My mistake”
“I put off my assignment for you!” Sierra snapped, “The least you could do is tell me what’s up before I fly my happy butt over here!”
“Sierra please clearly they need some sorta help—“
The next thing Finch knew he was lying under a tree canopy, staring up at the shifting leaves and the dappled light that filtered through around him, and someone was crying.
“Quispi…?” Finch muttered, his head felt too full to think silently, “How did we—“ he suddenly became aware of the wet streaks along his temples, tears running out of his eyes as he lay on the cold ground. So it was him crying?
“I had to get out of there” Quispi said, “I stayed out of the sun don’t worry I didn’t chance burning the body”
“The trees here are always thick enough to filter out all the stuff that burns” Finch muttered
“Your uncle mentioned that” the two lay motionless for hours, appreciating the fresh air and an almost concerning mental silence for the first time since they’d been smashed together as Quispi tried to stop himself from causing the body to cry, Finch staring aimlessly at the shifting leaves above him.
“Why didn’t you consume me?” hands stopped mid-wipe hovering over their eyes, “Why didn’t you just take me over and go home?”
“Probably the same reason you didn’t do the same to me, I was too weak. They’d been starving me for months” Quispi answered. This was it. This was when he became a monster.
“I didn’t take you over because it wasn’t right” Finch said
“Then you’re a better person then me”
“I wouldn’t have blamed you”
“Because I’m a dark-kin?”
“Because you were scared. Because you’re still scared. Because even as much as Uncle tries and tries, you can’t trust him. And whatever did that is probably more than enough reason to justify—“
“Finch it hasn’t been weeks since we’ve been free of that place. It’s been months. I—I’ve been refusing to sleep. And that forces you to sleep. I had you out for weeks I—“Quispi felt his words choke off, Finch asserting his control and sitting the two of them up with a jerk, Finch?
“Quispi, why are you so scared.” Finch said, staring at the nothingness in front of him. That was the most annoying thing about trying to talk to the man. He wanted to look him in the eye, he wanted him to see exactly how he was feeling, he was never quite sure if his emotions translated between them accurately. “What happened that you don’t trust my uncle? Even if it’s just because you know he wouldn’t hurt me”
Why did he let you get handed off to those people then!?
“He didn’t know. He wasn’t home. This is the longest he’s been around, and it’s only because he’s been given an extended leave and the others who he works with are picking up the slack for him. He knows…He knows I need him. He knows you need him. And you’ve done nothing but be standoffish and crass with him and I don’t understand it”
You were gone for a month! Quispi felt himself start to panic, screaming for some sort of control, the ability to move, the ability to lash out and exhaust himself to try and rid himself of this feeling but Finch held them still
“Is it because no one came to look for you?”
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