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makinglies2014-10-17 11:09 pm
fallenstar) wrote in makinglies2014-10-17 11:09 pm
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Chimera 009
Jet hated it when he wasn't taken on missions. It didn't happen often, but it drove him crazy when it did. He felt caged in the house on the beach and he couldn't even go flying because he needed to be near the transceiver if there was a problem. He was the cavalry in case what was a simple operation went wrong.
It was, admittedly, really stupid to be so worked up. He knew the more 'fragile' members of their team would be easily protected by the stronger ones and this wasn't an operation where they'd be facing magic, only military and bullets. The man he held the most concern for probably needed it the least since bullets would sting or chip at the most, but hardly cause much more damage than that. His partner was made of rock after all. At least, most of him was...not all of him and it was those few squishier spots left that made Jet fret.
He paced and preened and paced some more, his feathers getting disheveled in his anxious movements. It wasn't until Gilmore had snapped at him to stop fidgeting so much that Jet huffed and retreated into Albert's room. He knew he'd be called back if he was needed and at least this way he wasn't constantly orbiting the transceiver, waiting for it to click into life.
His brain had gone through twenty different possible scenarios from his perch on the edge of the window sill by the time Gilmore knocked and told him that the mission had gone well and everyone was on their way back with limited injuries. There was a knowing look in the old man's eye as he shut the door behind him that made Jet just want to scratch him...but he resisted. Albert would be back soon and Jet could check every inch of him over when he was.
In the meantime, he curled up on the pillows of their bed, wings tucked in around him, and dozed.
It was, admittedly, really stupid to be so worked up. He knew the more 'fragile' members of their team would be easily protected by the stronger ones and this wasn't an operation where they'd be facing magic, only military and bullets. The man he held the most concern for probably needed it the least since bullets would sting or chip at the most, but hardly cause much more damage than that. His partner was made of rock after all. At least, most of him was...not all of him and it was those few squishier spots left that made Jet fret.
He paced and preened and paced some more, his feathers getting disheveled in his anxious movements. It wasn't until Gilmore had snapped at him to stop fidgeting so much that Jet huffed and retreated into Albert's room. He knew he'd be called back if he was needed and at least this way he wasn't constantly orbiting the transceiver, waiting for it to click into life.
His brain had gone through twenty different possible scenarios from his perch on the edge of the window sill by the time Gilmore knocked and told him that the mission had gone well and everyone was on their way back with limited injuries. There was a knowing look in the old man's eye as he shut the door behind him that made Jet just want to scratch him...but he resisted. Albert would be back soon and Jet could check every inch of him over when he was.
In the meantime, he curled up on the pillows of their bed, wings tucked in around him, and dozed.
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The question is almost like a ritual now; he asks it every time when they're finished, worried that he'll get too excited and run too hot once of these times and scald Jet from the inside out. The thought figures prominently in his nightmares.
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He shifts so one of his wings flares out and spreads across Albert's form, the tips hanging off the bed lazily. "I'm fine, Al, everything's perfect as long as you keep that paranoia of yours in check."
He wasn't trying to make it sound like he didn't think Albert's concerns weren't valid, they both needed to be extra careful about normal activities for fear of hurting people around them. Jet could barely touch any of the others for fear of scratching them with the talons on his hands and feet, most of the time he just opted for not touching them at all unless he had to. He didn't have to worry about that with Albert, the German was literally the only one who Jet would have to actively be trying to hurt to cause him any harm. Unfortunately, it wasn't true in the opposite. Whereas everyone else was sturdy enough to withstand most contact with Albert without any concern, Jet's bones were hollow and fragile and being in love with a rock was hard when that was your reality. Albert had to be careful with his emotions and the pressure of his hold and that became twice the problem it already was when it came to them.
The pad of his thumb came up to brush Albert's chin, the long talon on the end barely grazing his bottom lip. "You trust me to tell you if something's wrong, right?"
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After all, Jet has a tendency to downplay his injuries to avoid anyone's worrying about him. Gilmore in particular is rather alarmist when it comes to his creations and their well being, but Albert too has been known to make stupid decisions when it's for the avian chimera's welfare. Jet knows this.
"I trust that in private you would tell me if I hurt you." Very carefully, Albert reaches up and takes the very hand that just grazed his lip with a sharp talon, kissing the knuckles of that hand like the rings of a prince.
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"Then that's the important part. Come on, Al, don't get all hung up on possible the bad stuff when we just did a lot of good stuff. Plus, we need to get cleaned up before Chang's done making dinner."
Albert had a habit of getting caught on broken 'what ifs' and dark ideas of how easy it was to break Jet or even one of the others, if he tried. He feared that heated core of his burning those around him and it was Jet's job to keep him in the now and away from the things that they couldn't do anything about right this second.
Although, he thought of it less as a job and more as something to be done to deserve this soft and caring man and keep him whole so he could have him at Jet's side for as long as possible.