Fill:Flying wings and soaring leapfannytDecember 23 2010, 13:03:26 UTC
Summary: I, too, will have to settle for only filling half your prompt... Have some more wing!Spencer/barista!Jon. :)
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Spencer landed heavily outside the café, messing up the landing and stumbling a few steps before righting himself. Jon snorted out a laugh, then hastily composed his features before the glass door opened. Spencer folded his wings together carefully to get through the door, relaxing somewhat when he was safely inside but still careful not to knock anything over.
“How are things at work?” Jon asked, already at work with Spencer's drink of choice.
“Everything sucks,” Spencer said. Jon winced sympathetically and added an extra shot of espresso to his drink.
“There was a disturbance on one of the scatter islands,” Spencer went on, resting his elbows on the bar and running his fingers through his hair. “A man had suspended one of his kids from the window as punishment for pushing over one of his sisters.”
Jon frowned. “But all inhabitants on the scatter islands have wings, don't they? So unless-”
“The kid was four,” Spencer interrupted. “Not nearly old enough to have got his flight yet. If that rope had broken...” He sighed, shaking his head. “The next land down after the scatter islands is far enough below that he would probably have frozen to death before he even hit the ground, which really isn't a comfort. Sometimes I don't understand people. Oh, thanks.” He accepted the cup of coffee Jon handed him gratefully, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. Jon shook his head.
“Don't even think about it.”
Spencer opened his mouth to argue, then shut it again and grinned at him. “Fine,” he said. “Thanks. See you later?”
“Of course.”
Spencer smiled again, leaning forward, but at that moment the door jingled as another couple of customers entered and he settled for brushing his fingers softly against Jon's cheek.
“Until then.”
The hours until closing were much too slow, but Jon finally locked up around half past seven, silently cursing the young couple who had refused to take his hints about closing time.
He stepped out into crisp evening air, breathing deeply. Tom had never been able to understand why Jon chose to run his café on one of the edge islands, but Jon could never exchange the clean, fresh air of his island for a spot on one of the central rocks, polluted by the exhausts rising from the larger mining islands below. There weren't all that many people permanently settled on the edge, but the tourists brought in enough money to keep him comfortable. Besides, on the edge he was free to do as he liked.
He lit a cigarette, walking to the island's edge and looking out over the neighbourhood. The lift going between his island and the one below was jerking to a halt at its bottom destination and a few people stepped out. It was a hub island, with lifts radiating out in every direction, and it was active twenty-four hours a day. Jon had been lucky finding this place-isolated, but only one lift away from a hub, with great connections.
Even better, his island was very close to one of the police islands.
“That's not good for you, you know,” said a voice right by his ear, and he smiled.
“Are you going to tell me that cigarettes will be the death of me?” he asked. “I live on a tiny edge island and I don't have flight. I'm much more likely to die from a fall than anything else.”
“Nah. You know I'll always be here to catch you.”
Jon smiled again, flicking his cigarette over the edge of the island and breathing out the last of the smoke before he turned and gave Spencer a kiss.
“Catch me, then,” he said, and dropped backwards. There was a gasp and a rush of wind, and then he was dangling in the air, Spencer encircling him with strong arms.
“I hate it when you do that,” Spencer said, trying for grumpy but failing to entirely hide a grin. Jon laughed.
“No, you don't. You love it.”
“I love you,” Spencer said. Jon smiled at him.
“I love you.”
Spencer's wings beat heavily around them as they hung in the air, kissing gently.
“So,” Jon said eventually. “Bad day?”
“It was.” Spencer smiled. “But it's turning out a bit better now.”
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Spencer landed heavily outside the café, messing up the landing and stumbling a few steps before righting himself. Jon snorted out a laugh, then hastily composed his features before the glass door opened. Spencer folded his wings together carefully to get through the door, relaxing somewhat when he was safely inside but still careful not to knock anything over.
“How are things at work?” Jon asked, already at work with Spencer's drink of choice.
“Everything sucks,” Spencer said. Jon winced sympathetically and added an extra shot of espresso to his drink.
“There was a disturbance on one of the scatter islands,” Spencer went on, resting his elbows on the bar and running his fingers through his hair. “A man had suspended one of his kids from the window as punishment for pushing over one of his sisters.”
Jon frowned. “But all inhabitants on the scatter islands have wings, don't they? So unless-”
“The kid was four,” Spencer interrupted. “Not nearly old enough to have got his flight yet. If that rope had broken...” He sighed, shaking his head. “The next land down after the scatter islands is far enough below that he would probably have frozen to death before he even hit the ground, which really isn't a comfort. Sometimes I don't understand people. Oh, thanks.” He accepted the cup of coffee Jon handed him gratefully, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. Jon shook his head.
“Don't even think about it.”
Spencer opened his mouth to argue, then shut it again and grinned at him. “Fine,” he said. “Thanks. See you later?”
“Of course.”
Spencer smiled again, leaning forward, but at that moment the door jingled as another couple of customers entered and he settled for brushing his fingers softly against Jon's cheek.
“Until then.”
The hours until closing were much too slow, but Jon finally locked up around half past seven, silently cursing the young couple who had refused to take his hints about closing time.
He stepped out into crisp evening air, breathing deeply. Tom had never been able to understand why Jon chose to run his café on one of the edge islands, but Jon could never exchange the clean, fresh air of his island for a spot on one of the central rocks, polluted by the exhausts rising from the larger mining islands below. There weren't all that many people permanently settled on the edge, but the tourists brought in enough money to keep him comfortable. Besides, on the edge he was free to do as he liked.
He lit a cigarette, walking to the island's edge and looking out over the neighbourhood. The lift going between his island and the one below was jerking to a halt at its bottom destination and a few people stepped out. It was a hub island, with lifts radiating out in every direction, and it was active twenty-four hours a day. Jon had been lucky finding this place-isolated, but only one lift away from a hub, with great connections.
Even better, his island was very close to one of the police islands.
“That's not good for you, you know,” said a voice right by his ear, and he smiled.
“Are you going to tell me that cigarettes will be the death of me?” he asked. “I live on a tiny edge island and I don't have flight. I'm much more likely to die from a fall than anything else.”
“Nah. You know I'll always be here to catch you.”
Jon smiled again, flicking his cigarette over the edge of the island and breathing out the last of the smoke before he turned and gave Spencer a kiss.
“Catch me, then,” he said, and dropped backwards. There was a gasp and a rush of wind, and then he was dangling in the air, Spencer encircling him with strong arms.
“I hate it when you do that,” Spencer said, trying for grumpy but failing to entirely hide a grin. Jon laughed.
“No, you don't. You love it.”
“I love you,” Spencer said. Jon smiled at him.
“I love you.”
Spencer's wings beat heavily around them as they hung in the air, kissing gently.
“So,” Jon said eventually. “Bad day?”
“It was.” Spencer smiled. “But it's turning out a bit better now.”
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Wing!Spencer/barista!Jon is a lovely combination, isn't it? ;)
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How are you so brilliant at creating amazing fantasy verses? <3333
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Ficlet exchange = win! :D
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So pretty.. and wings <3 :D
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Merry Christmas! *smooch*
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I may have gasped a little when I saw this. The wings are perfect :D:D:D:D
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&hearts
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