thesongbirdofprey

[thesongbirdofprey]

Erika giggled softly, tilting her head as her hands travel down the curve of his sides, pulling him closer by the loops of his jeans. "I'd like to think so, yeah." She whispered against his mouth, her teeth softly tugging his bottom lip.

"Hey I'm bored, do you mind if I 'tattoo' your arm?" She whispered during a briefing, holding up a marker. "Don't worry it'll totally come off." She had to bite her cheek to keep herself from laughing- the marker was evidently a sharpie. She spent a few minutes jotting something on his bicep before capping the marker, placing it in her bag and returning her focus to the board ahead without another word to him. "Property of Erika," the words would later read.

Sam glanced over with a small grin, “Go ahead.” He whispered back. The briefing was utterly boring, it wasn’t like they were going to be actually going out on a mission. All he wanted to do was take Erika back home and crawl back into bed. He chewed on the inside of his cheek to keep from making noise, the marker on his skin tickled, surprisingly. Once the briefing was over he stopped in front of a window to see what it read. “What?” he snorted, “Erika…” He chuckled and looked over his shoulder at her giving her fake ‘upset’ face.

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"Yeah.." She trailed off, her gaze fixed on the beige liquid swishing around as she slowly shimmied her cup. "I mean if it was too much, then I apologize for it. I figured it was more of a nicer version of the joke.."

During break, Erika overheard Sara and the others discussing what seemed to be about property matters. Confused as to why it should be by name, she brushed it off for the time being. When the quarters were quiet, the winged brunette tiptoed down the corridor to Sara's room, placing a plate of red velvet cake and a small helping of assorted fruit outside, right before knocking on the door and hiding elsewhere. What was the message upon the cake, you ask? "Property of Erika," (@thesongbirdofprey)

“The hell…?” Sara turned around in her seat at her desk having heard the knock at her door. A brow arched as she listened intently to what was beyond that slab of metal and circuitry, the soft retreating footsteps had peeked her curiosity.

Standing from her seat, Sara crossed to her bedroom door and hit the access panel. Sliding open silently the door revealed no one as Sara assumed as much. However…. glancing left to right and finding no one, the cliche thing to do next was of course to look down. Bright golden brown eyes widened at the small set of food gifts left sitting there. Crouching, Sara picked up the small simple paper cake box and flipped the lid eyes going wide as her head tilted.

“Property.. of… Erika?”

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condom:

don’t tell me to calm down I’ll throw a fucking desk at your face

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She smiles warmly. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Rune. Tell me, what brings you here?"

"Your wings are beautiful."

She blinks, utterly confused at first before bashfully rousing her feathers. The brunette couldn’t help but giggle nervously at the situation.

“Oh.. Well, thanks. That’s very sweet of you.”

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"M'name's Erika. Erika Owens." She said, extending an arm to her with an open palm.

"Your wings are beautiful."

She blinks, utterly confused at first before bashfully rousing her feathers. The brunette couldn’t help but giggle nervously at the situation.

“Oh.. Well, thanks. That’s very sweet of you.”

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She gives a small nod. "Alright."

"Your wings are beautiful."

She blinks, utterly confused at first before bashfully rousing her feathers. The brunette couldn’t help but giggle nervously at the situation.

“Oh.. Well, thanks. That’s very sweet of you.”

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"I think that's where you'd might be wrong." She offered the free space beside her on the couch. "Do you want anything to eat? Drink?"

"Your wings are beautiful."

She blinks, utterly confused at first before bashfully rousing her feathers. The brunette couldn’t help but giggle nervously at the situation.

“Oh.. Well, thanks. That’s very sweet of you.”

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Erika slightly furrowed her brows in confusion, eyeing her more carefully. "Did... Did someone hurt you?"

"Your wings are beautiful."

She blinks, utterly confused at first before bashfully rousing her feathers. The brunette couldn’t help but giggle nervously at the situation.

“Oh.. Well, thanks. That’s very sweet of you.”

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"Nonsense," she smiles reassuringly. "There's no imposition at all, I don't mind. I'd be happy to help."

"Your wings are beautiful."

She blinks, utterly confused at first before bashfully rousing her feathers. The brunette couldn’t help but giggle nervously at the situation.

“Oh.. Well, thanks. That’s very sweet of you.”

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Surprised, she almost stumbled backward, finding her back pressed against the wall as she kissed him back. "Oh that.... Hm, no. No, I'm almost certain I'm correct on that, lest i'm mistaken?" She purrs in response.

"Hey I'm bored, do you mind if I 'tattoo' your arm?" She whispered during a briefing, holding up a marker. "Don't worry it'll totally come off." She had to bite her cheek to keep herself from laughing- the marker was evidently a sharpie. She spent a few minutes jotting something on his bicep before capping the marker, placing it in her bag and returning her focus to the board ahead without another word to him. "Property of Erika," the words would later read.

Sam glanced over with a small grin, “Go ahead.” He whispered back. The briefing was utterly boring, it wasn’t like they were going to be actually going out on a mission. All he wanted to do was take Erika back home and crawl back into bed. He chewed on the inside of his cheek to keep from making noise, the marker on his skin tickled, surprisingly. Once the briefing was over he stopped in front of a window to see what it read. “What?” he snorted, “Erika…” He chuckled and looked over his shoulder at her giving her fake ‘upset’ face.

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"I uh.. I'm not exactly sure what your schedule is like, but i'm doing a bit of free-roaming later by the beach. I'd be happy to take you sometime, if it helps to remember the breeze."

"Your wings are beautiful."

She blinks, utterly confused at first before bashfully rousing her feathers. The brunette couldn’t help but giggle nervously at the situation.

“Oh.. Well, thanks. That’s very sweet of you.”

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"Get what?" Erika arched a brow, grinning slightly as she laced their fingers together. Something was up, and she sought to figure it out.

"Hey I'm bored, do you mind if I 'tattoo' your arm?" She whispered during a briefing, holding up a marker. "Don't worry it'll totally come off." She had to bite her cheek to keep herself from laughing- the marker was evidently a sharpie. She spent a few minutes jotting something on his bicep before capping the marker, placing it in her bag and returning her focus to the board ahead without another word to him. "Property of Erika," the words would later read.

Sam glanced over with a small grin, “Go ahead.” He whispered back. The briefing was utterly boring, it wasn’t like they were going to be actually going out on a mission. All he wanted to do was take Erika back home and crawl back into bed. He chewed on the inside of his cheek to keep from making noise, the marker on his skin tickled, surprisingly. Once the briefing was over he stopped in front of a window to see what it read. “What?” he snorted, “Erika…” He chuckled and looked over his shoulder at her giving her fake ‘upset’ face.

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"It's a more of a curse than it is a blessing.."

She said, faintly recalling the real history behind her wings. Shaking her head, she glances back over at the woman.

"But i've learned to get used to them."

"Your wings are beautiful."

She blinks, utterly confused at first before bashfully rousing her feathers. The brunette couldn’t help but giggle nervously at the situation.

“Oh.. Well, thanks. That’s very sweet of you.”

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"Hm?"

She glanced over and chuckled, returning her gaze ahead as she put up an innocent façade.

"Is something wrong?"

"Hey I'm bored, do you mind if I 'tattoo' your arm?" She whispered during a briefing, holding up a marker. "Don't worry it'll totally come off." She had to bite her cheek to keep herself from laughing- the marker was evidently a sharpie. She spent a few minutes jotting something on his bicep before capping the marker, placing it in her bag and returning her focus to the board ahead without another word to him. "Property of Erika," the words would later read.

Sam glanced over with a small grin, “Go ahead.” He whispered back. The briefing was utterly boring, it wasn’t like they were going to be actually going out on a mission. All he wanted to do was take Erika back home and crawl back into bed. He chewed on the inside of his cheek to keep from making noise, the marker on his skin tickled, surprisingly. Once the briefing was over he stopped in front of a window to see what it read. “What?” he snorted, “Erika…” He chuckled and looked over his shoulder at her giving her fake ‘upset’ face.

[thesongbirdofprey]

"Your wings are beautiful."

She blinks, utterly confused at first before bashfully rousing her feathers. The brunette couldn't help but giggle nervously at the situation."Oh.. Well, thanks. That's very sweet of you."

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She peered from the side of the wall, watching to see if she were pleased with the dessert tray, smiling softly to herself. Yes, surely this was what Sara and her friends meant by 'property of so-and-so' as a way of addressing their friendship.

The next morning, she noticed the woman walk into the kitchen and smiled, her bashful dimples curving her cheeks as she glanced at her coffee mug.

"I uh... I hope the cake was okay.." She said, tucking some hair behind her ear.

"Y'all kept talking about who was who's, assuming everyone's best friends in a sense, so I thought..."

During break, Erika overheard Sara and the others discussing what seemed to be about property matters. Confused as to why it should be by name, she brushed it off for the time being. When the quarters were quiet, the winged brunette tiptoed down the corridor to Sara's room, placing a plate of red velvet cake and a small helping of assorted fruit outside, right before knocking on the door and hiding elsewhere. What was the message upon the cake, you ask? "Property of Erika," (@thesongbirdofprey)

“The hell…?” Sara turned around in her seat at her desk having heard the knock at her door. A brow arched as she listened intently to what was beyond that slab of metal and circuitry, the soft retreating footsteps had peeked her curiosity.

Standing from her seat, Sara crossed to her bedroom door and hit the access panel. Sliding open silently the door revealed no one as Sara assumed as much. However…. glancing left to right and finding no one, the cliche thing to do next was of course to look down. Bright golden brown eyes widened at the small set of food gifts left sitting there. Crouching, Sara picked up the small simple paper cake box and flipped the lid eyes going wide as her head tilted.

“Property.. of… Erika?”

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winged sentence starters

“Can you stop shedding feathers in the shower? Or at least clean them up afterwards?”

“Sorry about my cat. she/he really, really likes feathery things.”

“Hold on, your feathers are looking a bit disheveled. Want me to straighten them out for you?”

“Can you actually… use those things?”

“Oh my god. You have wings.”

“How is this even possible?”

“Hey, what’s up with your back? You look like a professional olympic swimmer on steroids.”

“You flew for six hours? Come here, you’re getting a back rub.” 

“Did someone try and pluck a feather again? Are they dead?”

“What on earth happened to you? Have your wings been trimmed? Wh- are you ok?!”

“…Where are your wings? What happened to you?”

“So, like… do you just cut holes in your clothes and stuff?”

“Underwear must be confusing.”

“Look. I know you want to cuddle, but ten seconds after you fall asleep you roll away and I get a mouthful of feathers. Clean your primaries or stay still!”