Jay, Monday morning
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xp_logsJust a little Jay introspective after he's healed. After some consideration, he comes to an important decision. Maybe even two.
Everything was back, nothing out of place. He'd shed the red, scaly husk to reveal soft, pale skin beneath; the claws retracted back to just fingernails, the talons to toenails, his joints just about melted back into place; the leathery skin of his wings disappeared to be replaced by layers to healthy crimson feathers. Best of all, Jay could fly again.
A more lengthy flight than just the test had to wait, though. Now he stood in front of his mirror, closely examining every inch of his body to make sure that Marius had fixed everything. Maybe that was a little vain, but better to ensure a lack of mistakes now before it's too late.
He slowly trailed his fingers down his chest, eyes fluttering shut as he felt his body the way it was meant to be. Kurt and everyone had been absolutely correct; the monstrous transformation had been the deed of an earthly being, not God. No, God had created this body, this mind, this soul. Everything from the red hair to the red wings to the Adonis-like body (or so he liked to think of himself, at at least). If this wasn't heavenly, wasn't divine, then what could be?
Before his conversation with Kurt, Jay had started thinking about what to do with himself. In that demon form, he couldn't hold his guitar, and he hadn't even tried to sing. Music was him, and he was music. Take that away, and there's little left. And it seems that every time he tries to share himself, he finds himself hurt, abused, broken. But now back to his normal self, he's found himself with an importance choice to make: find a new path and avoid the pain that seems to inevitably find him, or continue and deal with it, to move on and grow stronger. "Emo" though he might be oftentimes, it didn't take much time to choose the latter option. Jay is ultimately about music, about expressing himself through that raw medium. Pain or no pain, he ought to be divinely punished if he just abandoned this path.
A growl from behind him snapped his back to reality, and he turned. Grinning, Jay unbuckled his belt and slipped out of his trousers before climbing into bed. "Don't start without me," he whispered against Kyle's ear, his hands now busy investigating his boyfriend's body.
Music could always wait for some things, like love.
Everything was back, nothing out of place. He'd shed the red, scaly husk to reveal soft, pale skin beneath; the claws retracted back to just fingernails, the talons to toenails, his joints just about melted back into place; the leathery skin of his wings disappeared to be replaced by layers to healthy crimson feathers. Best of all, Jay could fly again.
A more lengthy flight than just the test had to wait, though. Now he stood in front of his mirror, closely examining every inch of his body to make sure that Marius had fixed everything. Maybe that was a little vain, but better to ensure a lack of mistakes now before it's too late.
He slowly trailed his fingers down his chest, eyes fluttering shut as he felt his body the way it was meant to be. Kurt and everyone had been absolutely correct; the monstrous transformation had been the deed of an earthly being, not God. No, God had created this body, this mind, this soul. Everything from the red hair to the red wings to the Adonis-like body (or so he liked to think of himself, at at least). If this wasn't heavenly, wasn't divine, then what could be?
Before his conversation with Kurt, Jay had started thinking about what to do with himself. In that demon form, he couldn't hold his guitar, and he hadn't even tried to sing. Music was him, and he was music. Take that away, and there's little left. And it seems that every time he tries to share himself, he finds himself hurt, abused, broken. But now back to his normal self, he's found himself with an importance choice to make: find a new path and avoid the pain that seems to inevitably find him, or continue and deal with it, to move on and grow stronger. "Emo" though he might be oftentimes, it didn't take much time to choose the latter option. Jay is ultimately about music, about expressing himself through that raw medium. Pain or no pain, he ought to be divinely punished if he just abandoned this path.
A growl from behind him snapped his back to reality, and he turned. Grinning, Jay unbuckled his belt and slipped out of his trousers before climbing into bed. "Don't start without me," he whispered against Kyle's ear, his hands now busy investigating his boyfriend's body.
Music could always wait for some things, like love.
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