“ pretty much, I have to constantly be Around you but tusdays and Thursdays I'll be in training workouts. “ he said flustering slightly
"Okay… um… if you're supposed to stay in my apartment too, I'll have to find somewhere for you to sleep." Corbin laughed softly. "What's the point of all the guarding, anyway?"
“ People are getting violent with the crows. There have been quite a few hushed-up killings and brutal murders of targeted crows. So now we protect them.. “ virus said looking straight ahead. He could never look at anyone while talking about this. “ and the floor is fine.” he mumbled afterwards
"Oh…" Corbin fidgeted a bit more, seeming uneasy. "My dads always made sure I was safe growing up. Papa is a raven and dad is an angel… not actually an avian. His wings are pure white. It's really fascinating to see. I think most people assume he's a dove, so he's treated well."
“ that's actually pretty cool, “ he said with a rare smile. His smile was kind and warm. “ so, what do you like to do?” “
"Yeah… they're pretty great." He smiled softly and glanced up at the question. "Hmm? Oh, um… I don't really do much, honestly. I've sorta taken up potions and magic type stuff too like my papa."
Cyrus sighed “ can.. Can I show you something? But promise you won't think of me differently..” he mumbled, grabbing a small water container from his side, waiting for the boys reply.
Corbin looked up at Cyrus curiously. "Mm? Yeah, sure, I don't mind. I'm not exactly in any position to judge anyway." He laughed softly. "What is it?" He asked.
Cyrus smiled slightly he stopped and set the open container on the ground, he put his hand above it and watched as the water came out of the bottle like it was in space. He eventually got control of it with both hands, shaping it into a sphere. He tilted his left hand and showed the sphere as it froze solid. “ so… I can do that with water, and even keep it in a liquid state.” he said and handed the sphere to Corbin.
"Oh!" Corbin was clearly a bit surprised by the magic, but not put off. After all, his papa and grandpa were both good at magic, so he was used to it being around. He tentatively accepted the sphere and examined it. "That's so cool! I can't do anything like that yet since I'm still training and learning and stuff, but… I'm hoping I'll be able to after I choose a specialty!"
“ maybe if you chose I could help, “ he said tentatively, Cyrus never talked to people this long, let alone another mage. For some reason, he felt giddy and talkative to the other. “ I mean, your really easy to talk to.”
Corbin flushed a bit, smiling sheepishly. "Y-Yeah… it's hard to choose, though. Honestly, I might go with water too. I like water, and I always really liked it as a kid, too." He entered an apartment complex and led Cyrus into the elevator. "Papa does more potions than magic, and dad can't really do any. Apparently angels don't do a ton of magic."
“ my mother embarrassed my magic, finding out everything she could to help me grow.” he said. Though cyrus could fly extremely fast and high, he'd always had a fear of elevators. For some reason, unbeonce to him, he held onto Corbin's wrist tightly. The look of fear on his face was just fear.
"You okay?" Corbin asked, confused as he looked over at Cyrus and noticed his fearful expression. The elevator doors opened and Corbin led Cyrus out into the hall. He unlocked the door to his apartment and headed inside. It didn't really look like anything special, to be honest. There was a TV and a couch, as well as a kitchen, bathroom, and a door that presumably led to Corbin's bedroom.
Once they got off the elevator Cyrus let go. “ lovely apartment. “ he mumbled and looked around
"Uh… thanks. You sure you're alright?" Corbin asked, looking concerned and confused. "You're acting kinda weird…" He said as he fetched a blanket and pillow to put on the couch for Cyrus. He wasn't going to let him sleep on the floor, after all. The couch was a cheap thing he'd gotten from Goodwill, but it was remarkably comfortable.
“ I'm fine. I have a really bad fear of falling” he said and laid out his bed like a military cot. He sat on the couch and seemed to relax quite a bit. “ so what are you doing next?”
"Oh… okay." Corbin toyed with his hair a little, unsure what to do. "Um… I haven't really decided. I guess I should probably make dinner at some point, yeah? I don't really have a ton of food to make meals with, though. What kinda food do you like?" He asked.
“ anything so long as it's not sourcrout and sausage,” he said with a disgusted face.
"Well, I don't have any of that anyway. I eat a lot of pasta stuff, to be honest. Y'know, since pasta is really cheap." Corbin headed into the kitchen so he could start making something for the both of them to eat.
Cyrus looked around the house, curious about what type of man this dude was.
Corbin had a few pictures of a younger version of himself beside two men, presumably his adopted fathers. One of them was fairly short with a copper cloud of hair, blue eyes, and pure white wings. He seemed almost to glow from the photograph. The other man was tall and looked calm and content. He had black hair and black wings, and his piercing purple eyes stuck out from the fray. A young, soft looking Corbin stood between them with a bright grin. He was clearly pretty little considering there was still down on his wings in the picture.
Aside from the photographs, he had a few blankets in a basket beside the couch. He got cold easily, so he owned lots of fluffy blankets. In fact, most things in the apartment were pretty soft and warm. It was definitely a comfortable living space, even if it wasn't too exciting. Eventually, Corbin returned to the room with two bowls of spaghetti in hand.
Cyrus looked up from admiring his family photo. Something he missed wIth his mom. “ thank you.” he said kindly and took a bowl gratefully.
"No problem! Make yourself at home." Corbin sat in the couch beside Cyrus and huddled up in a blanket before he began to eat his dinner. He often glanced up at the pictures as he ate, and smiled softly at memories of his fathers. He definitely missed them a lot, so he went to visit often. In some of the pictures, there was another man with wavy black hair and a scant goatee who looked older than the others. He had two sets of black wings and looked grumpy, although he had humor in his eyes. He was presumably Corbin's grandfather.
Cylus ate in silence, keeping his eyes on his bowl. His wings would twitch now and then. It was surprising how bright the blue in his feathers are.
"So… what's your family like?" Corbin asked after he'd finished eating his spaghetti. "I feel like I've been talking about myself a lot and I don't know a ton about you." He laughed softly.
Cyrus smiled “ well, my moms a hummingbird breed and my father was a blue jay. “ he smiled softly “ my mom could bend the elements, though I only was able to grasp one. “
"That's cool! I dunno what my birth parents were, honestly." Corbin laughed again, toying with his fork. "That's okay, though. I ended up with two great dads even though my birth parents couldn't raise me. I wouldn't change it for the world."
Cyrus chuckled “you're pretty cool Corbin, I'm glad dad sent me with you.” he said and looked back down at his bowl with a warm look, his cheeks were dusted with a light pink.
Corbin nodded and smiled softly, flushing as well. "Thanks… you're pretty cool too." He replied to return the sentiment. "How long have you been a guard?" He asked.
