fandomhighdorms | The Roof, Monday Evening

One of these days, Warren was going to come up to the roof to do more than awkwardly stand there staring out over the island as the sun worked on setting. Really. In fact, tonight, 'more than awkwardly standing there' was essentially his whole reason for being up there.

Shocking, no?

This time, he didn't even bother to check to see if anyone else was on the roof with him. It was a free roof in a busy dormitory, he knew better by now. No, this time he was going to pull his coat off, lose the harness that was holding his wings in place, and then take a running leap off the edge before he could even have second thoughts and chicken out.

And, now that he was in the air, feathered wings flaring behind him and catching the breeze that he'd thrown himself into? He was going to laugh. It was the delirious, giddy laugh of a boy who had just rediscovered freedom. The sort of freedom that he'd only ever known those few times that he was in the air, with wind moving over his wings and nothing, not even gravity, tying him down unless he decided it was allowed to. It was still cold out, but that was fine. The chill made something as absolutely surreal as flying seem that much more real.

And, after a few laps around the dorms, it was possible that he was still completely giddy by the time he'd come to land again, too high on adrenaline to be thinking about the landing enough to flub it.

Today? Today was officially a good day.

[Open roof is open! A person could get addicted to typing about flying, omg.]

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Marco had plans for the evening. Most of them had involved Mortal Combat, but some had also involved pizza. But after about three hours, he actually got bored and decided to go see who was around anywhere else. Which is how he ended up on the roof. Boggling a bit.

"Dude, you have wings!"

"You noticed!"

Yes, Warren was still grinning. He couldn't help it. Just so long as this kid wasn't pointing fingers and yelling 'Mutie Freak!' at him, then there wasn't much that was going to spoil his mood this evening.

"Shoudln't I?"

Marco shook his head and started grinning. "What ever floats your boat." He informed him. "Do you fly?"

"There's a loaded question," Warren replied, his smile going a little lopsided for a moment while he idly gave his wings a stretch, and then folded them against his back.

There was enough wingspan there to make hanging pictures on dorm room walls into a very risky endeavor, to say the least.

"I can fly. I haven't, much. Actually, I just did a few laps of the building before you got up here."

Which was weird to just casually babble about, but hey, this totally did float Warren's boat. So there.

"That is amazing." Marco said, somehow managing to keep from walking over and poking at a wing. "Where you born like that or what? And hey, flying is totally awesome." He spoke from experience there.

Warren would have given Marco the weirdest look ever if he were to meander over to poke at his wings, so it was probably for the best that he exercised his restraint, there.

"I guess you could say I was. I mean... I didn't have wings my whole life, or anything. They just sort of... grew there, when I was a kid." A pause. "And flying is totally awesome. You've... actually been?"

Marco had some self-restraint there. Poking people in the wing was just weird.

"And all I got was a bike." Marco commented sadly. "And yeah, kinda. I mean, I'm a bird at the time? But it's still me and it's amazing."

"... You can become a bird?"

Okay, Warren? You randomly grew wings when you were a kid and they wouldn't go away no matter what you tried, back then. This guy turning into a bird really isn't all that strange, in comparison.

"You mean, like a Fandom thing, then? One of my friends is stuck as a penguin right now."

Marco shook his head. "Penguins don't fly. Animals are kinda my thing? Like, you've got your wings which how do you fit into cars anyway?" The sentence got away a bit from the origin.

Blinking. Warren was now blinking. And then demonstrating exactly how it was that he fit into cars by flatting his wings against his back.

"They're flexible," he explained. Which seemed easier, somehow, than trying to address things like how he was well aware that penguins couldn't fly, yes.

"Cool!" Marco exclaimed. "How come I haven't seen those around school?" He figured that even he would have noticed something like that.

"I've got a long jacket," Warren replied, walking over and picking up the aforementioned jacket from the heap he'd left it in on the roof. He grabbed his harness in the other hand. "I'm typically in the habit of keeping them hidden. At least during classes, I don't want a huge pair of wings to be disruptive."

"Yeah, at least half the class would be trying to figure out what you were and if you could fly." Marco agreed. "And at least a few would be wondering if you were from their world."

"At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if I did turn out to be from somebody else's world," Warren replied, giving the other by a wry grin as he worked on slipping back into his harness. "I've met a few people who already know different versions of me. One of these days, I'm bound to run into somebody who knows me, but doesn't think I'm some guy who runs around in brightly colored tights."

"Neat trick," Ben commented with a grin. "Wish I could fly that way. I need a ship, most days."

"Usually, I just pay for a plane ticket," Warren admitted, trying not to look too terribly sheepish as he folded his wings across his back. "It's hard to flub a landing in a plane, considering I'm never the one piloting it, you know?"

"Totally," Ben said. "It's a little to get the ship controls away from my dad when we're going anywhere together."

Alice should wander out to the roof more often, if this sort of thing was going on.

"Oh, how wonderful," she cried, clapping her hands. "Did you change just now or do you always have wings?"

"Must be a dad thing," came Warren's carefully idle reply.

Dads totally had something against their sons being able to fly. That had to be it.

"Do you have better luck around here, at all?"

"Much," Ben said. "There's a flight simulator that you can use if you can get Professor Skywalker to give you the keys, and a friend of mine gave me a pair of wings as a gift a few months back."

He smiled and held out his hand. "I'm Ben."

"Warren," he replied, smiling and accepting the handshake. "The friend you're talking about, that must be Karla, right? She'd mentioned giving out wings to people, back at the welcome picnic. You're the first I've met to mention actually having a pair."

... See, Warren could almost get used to people giving him receptions like this.

"Well, the wings aren't exactly a new development," he replied, offering Alice a smile. "I'm just really good at hiding them."

Like the sneaky, freakishly flexible winged boy that he was.

"Uh... Surprise?"

"That's my friend," Ben said, nodding and smiling back. "What did you think of her?"

"That has to be dreadfully inconvenient, now and again," she noted, glancing them over with barely concealed delight. "However do you fit them under your shirts? I've never mistaken you for a hunch-back, so you must excel at binding them."

"She seemed nice," Warren admitted. "One of these days, I'll have to look her up again, I think. She'd mentioned possibly going flying together in a group, and at the time I was too busy trying to wrap my head around the idea of letting people see these," he stretched out one wing slightly, "to really jump at the offer."

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