“I can leave you behind,” Zack huffed softly instead. “I won’t drop you if that’s what you’re worried about. Just wrap your legs around my waist and your arms my neck. It’s not that hard. The chances of you being dropped are very slim.” He flew akin to that of an airplane or a bird. Unless the Human was stupid enough to stand up or something, he’d be fine.
Bryn frowned and looked at Zack for a few more minutes before he crept forward and very tentatively wrapped his arms around Zack's neck. His legs were suffocatingly tight around Zack's waist. "You'd better be right or I'm going to pull you down with me."
“Right.” He didn’t want to alert the Human that that wouldn’t even be close to possible, but that didn’t matter. He ambled out of the apartment complex and flew up into the air very suddenly, only giving a small warning. He straightened out so his tummy was to the city below and soon they were flying steadily towards some mountains.
Bryn squeaked and shoved his face into Zack's shoulder, holding him tighter. This was the worst. He should've just stayed home and let Zack leave and been sad and awful forever. "I hate this, I hate you, and I hate flying."
Zack rolled his eyes at Bryn’s overreaction. He wasn’t even lurching side to side or anything too bad. He was just flying at a somewhat steady pace about twenty feet up from the air. Maybe enough to break a bone, but not enough to kill.
Bryn clung to Zack like a toddler clinging to his mother. Heights had always been bad, even when he was a kid, but they got a hundred times worse when the person carrying him might drop him if he was too annoying. He paled at the thought, whimpering softly. He was going to die, wasn't he?
Zack resisted the urge to spin and twirl in the air, which he did all the time, but just kept going forward steadily. He got the brainwave of maybe stopping to give him a break but that would take longer, and they were going to be flying for a while. Bryn could just continue freaking out.
After what seemed like days but was probably only an hour or so, Bryn made the mistake of looking down at the ground beneath him. What little color was left in his face drained, and he felt faint. "Zack, I'm really sorry, I need to go down. I can't… I feel really bad, can we please…?"
Zack huffed faintly and landed on a nearby building, crossing his arms and sitting on the edge so if Bryn puked he wouldn’t see. Zack worked with a whole lot of stuff in his Contracting career, some nastier than others, but he couldn’t handle puke.
“Just tell me when you’re ready to go.”
Bryn nodded and hurried over to the most secluded place he could find. He felt awful, stomach churning and legs wobbling, and he collapsed onto the ground to try and calm down. This sucked. Flying sucked. He could barely breath, forcing gasping, gulping breaths in and out, until he felt like a person again.
Zack yawned and stood back up into the air, flying small circles and curling this way and that as he waited. He didn’t like waiting, much. He was always a busy guy and never had a moment wasted. This, was something he could call a wasted moment, for sure.
Bryn shoved himself back to his feet, gingerly brushing the gravel off his hands, and walked over to Zack's circling shoulder. "Zack, I think I'm ready to go," he called weakly. His stomach still felt like it had been left behind a hundred miles ago, but… less. "Sorry, I just felt really… shitty."
Zack landed again and turned his back on the other, spreading his long wings and stretching them.
“That’s fine. The first trip’s always the worst. I felt the same way except I was the one flying, could you imagine? Also do you have the bags on you?”
"Behind me." Bryn took in Zacks wings appreciatively, watching the feathers rustle in the light breeze. They really were beautiful, even if a couple patches were thin. "And no, I really couldn't imagine. I think I'd die if I had to fly anywhere without a plane."
“I assume you think you’re gonna die right now, huh?” He rustled his wings in the Human’s direction, hustling him a little. “Come on, I wanna get home!” He sounded impatient but excited. He hadn’t been home in a very long time and wasn’t about to be held up by a Human.
Bryn couldn't help but smile at Zack's excitement, shaky as it was from all the nerves rattling through him. "I trust you," he muttered, picking up their backs and carefully hopping back onto Zack and holding on tight. "You wouldn't drop me, right? Not on purpose."
“I better not. You have my stuff.” He launched off without a second word or a warning, considering the fact that the Human should expect it by now. He flew in the same boring pace for the Demon, straight forward towards the rocky horizon. There was still and hour yet to go.
Bryn was completely unreassured, whining softly when Zack took off. He'd bitch about 'giving a guy some warning' if he were's 80% sure he'd just start crying. He kept a death grip on the bags, just in case.
Zack flew for a while yet, ignoring the whimpers and noises from the Human, finally landing in a small forest leading up to a mountain far up.
“Alright, get ready for some walking.”
Bryn tried to stay as quiet as possible, but he couldn't help the loud sigh of relief that burt from his lungs when they finally landed. He clambered off of Zack's back as gracefully as he could (Spoiler alert: not very graceful at all) and shakily passed him his bag. "How much walking?"
Zack’s wings disappeared with a soft hush on the leaves and he accepted his bag, shouldering it and looking around. He pointed to their left, which led away from the mountains.
“You see that red tree over there? We have to go over there.”
Bryn watched Zack's wings disappear with a soft hum of surprise, guessing this was why he didn't get to watch him strut around the house fully winged most of the time. "Do they do that on command?" he asked quietly, trekking over towards the tree.
Zack trotted in front of the Human, shrugging. “Sometimes. When they’re tired they will,” He hummed factually, still speaking as if his wings actually did have minds of their own.
Bryn power-walked in front of Zack, giving him a suspicious look. "So they are sentient! I fucking knew it."
Zack watched him try and walk in front of them, stuck out his leg and made the Human trip over it, snickering loudly.
“Yeah, I told you they were. I wasn’t hiding it.’
Bryn grabbed onto his shoulder to keep from toppling over, though he ended up pulling Zack over instead of stabilizing himself. "You dick!"
Zack landed on the Human with an ‘oof’, crushing him a bit more than intentionally, their heads bumping together and their noses pressed together from the movement. Zack paused before scrambling to stand up, awkwardly poised between the Human’s legs.
Bryn let out a wheeze as Zack practically crushed him, shoving him over onto his ass again in revenge. He tried very hard not to dwell on how close they had been. It was hard, so he tried getting angry instead. "You're a fucking asshole, did you know that!?"
Zack growled and thrust the Human as he tried to stand up, picking for a fight with this fucker. He stood and shook himself off, dusting himself off.
“Look at you, talking as if you weren’t the ass! You’re the one who just tried to saunter in front of me! You don’t even know what you’re doing!”
Bryn scowled up at him, wishing this was going down anywhere but an unfamiliar forest in the middle of nowhere. Still, it was bound to happen eventually. "You said 'go towards the red tree', I was going towards the red tree! You didn't have to fucking trip me for no reason!"
