Tybalt was randomly gifted creaky metal wings, but they’re wings, so he loves them. They’re maybe noisy, but they jet him across the sky just fine. Just maybe he won’t be able to sneak up on anyone tonight. Which is also just fine, for right now. He’s supported in their cool cocoon, staring up at stars he forgets to watch a lot. They’re blocked in Boston, by lights and by clouds. He’s lulled into a peace, remembering how many there are. But the peace is quickly broken. He props himself on his elbows, eyes twinkling like the comets themselves.
“Am I that good.” He shakes his head, faux-disappointed that it’s even a question. “You want a star?”
Uriah puts his drink down in the fluff of the cloud and then lets himself ball back into it. Wisps of cloud are disturbed like cotton as he stretches his neon blue wings. He looks over at Tybalt with the star-scattered night sky behind him. He likes the way the world seems just a little floaty and unreal right now, but he really likes that light behind Tybalt's eyes.
He's not sure why he just volunteered to get up. He doesn't want to, not really. The way he's being looked at right now seems fragile. When he gets back, it'll be different. It isn't a bad thing, but he likes this. So he wheedles,and rolls on to his stomach, elbows propping on to Uriah's chest, instead. "Two." He decides, "Two kisses, one now, then after. Star catching's an awful lot of work, you know."
Uriah sighs deeply, like it's a terrible burden to give in. There's no chance he's going to refuse, though. Uriah's never been any good at playing hard to get, but if Tybalt was here just for the conquest he'd be long gone by now. This thing they've got going is fun and doesn't need any shaking up.
So he leans in and brushes his lips against Tybalt's. "One for the road," he murmurs against Tybalt's mouth.
It's hardly the first kiss they've shared, but a corner of his mouth still turns up, just as delighted and cocky as if it was. One of his fists balls up into Uriah's shirt, and he makes it a good kiss. Short, but lingering. Something to remember him by. He parts, then, and straightens up, knocking on Uriah's chest twice, light, as a quick goodbye. "Okay. Wait for me."
He doesn't wait for a confirmation. Either way, he'd do what he does now; fly off to catch a star, leaping in a completely unnecessary but graceful swan-dive off their cloud.
THE STARRY NIGHT: Uriah & Tybalt
“Am I that good.” He shakes his head, faux-disappointed that it’s even a question. “You want a star?”
THE STARRY NIGHT: Uriah & Tybalt
"I want a star," he agrees. "A star for a kiss."
THE STARRY NIGHT: Uriah & Tybalt
THE STARRY NIGHT: Uriah & Tybalt
So he leans in and brushes his lips against Tybalt's. "One for the road," he murmurs against Tybalt's mouth.
THE STARRY NIGHT: Uriah & Tybalt
He doesn't wait for a confirmation. Either way, he'd do what he does now; fly off to catch a star, leaping in a completely unnecessary but graceful swan-dive off their cloud.