Red Feathers
Amo stood alone, legs dangling over the edge of the building as she sat high up on the outer roof.
Her hands were curled around the edge as she looked down and saw the people below. Tiny moving dots as they walked to carry out their daily lives.
On her swinging feet, the gold sandals gleamed under the light of the sun and the black skirt of her dress rippled with the wind that surged up between buildings. A smooth clip that had been carved from bones held the corn yellow curls secure at her nape but still, they were blown into her face.
Amo plucked them off her face with nails glossed in black and sighed, feeling bored. She wondered why they were making a fuss about the human realm getting caught in the crossfire when it was obviously so boring.
Lifting a hand she played with the four gold bands on her right arm.
She wondered if Kasuya was still in meetings with Hebi. It’d be difficult to persuade the Protectress to agree to what had been on the cards for so long. But the only person who had any chance of talking this out with her was Kasuya. It was why for today they had been asked to make themselves scarce during the meeting.
The wind threw another gust at her and a thick curl became stuck to her lower lip.
It was as she reached up to pull it away that she noticed something peculiar.
Maybe it was because of the sun that fell into her eyes at that angle—she couldn’t see all that well with it. It seemed though, like—
On the opposite building from her she could make someone out.
They were in the exact same position as her. Their legs over the edge, dangling—it looked like they were wearing a robe of some kind, but unlike Amo’s, theirs didn’t seem to so much as budge from where it lay around them in a pool of satin that gleamed dark blue in the sun.
Irritated that she couldn’t get a clear look, Amo waved a hand at the sky.
It’s not like Kasuya would know or like the humans would notice the tendrils of greyish white that begun to emerge against the blue of the sky. It was like a distorted creature forming itself, contorting and growing—spreading fast until it began to create shadows and float into the sun’s face.
Coolness touched her face as the warmth of the sun was swallowed by the cloud and its shadow blended with her complexion to produce darker stripes on her face where the light didn’t touch.
Amo leaned forward and squinted, trying to properly see. And this time she was able to.
There really was someone there.
Like her dress, the robe she wore, was sleeveless. But the arms were bare apart from the bangles that hung at the woman’s wrist. The robe moulded to the perfect body like skin, delineating the breasts and small waist—the folds of it lay over strong thighs that were parted carelessly, revealing the inside of dark toned thighs. The woman’s hair was black and it piled on top of her head, some tendrils falling in waves and curls to brush against her nape. The face itself—
Amo managed just a glimpse of black eyes and a smug curve of a wide mouth before the woman vanished from her spot on the opposite building.
Amo straightened, the frown back on her face as she did so.
She’d known the woman wasn’t a human. She hadn’t expected them to disappear the second she was close to getting a good look at them.
Mouth twisting in irritation at the sudden loss of something that had intruded into her boredom, Amo glanced up at the cloud she’d summed—eyes narrowing as the light of the sun threatened to cut through it. The cloud wouldn’t last long.
Their power was never something permanent when used outside their realm.
It was the hand that slid along her throat that made her jerk.
Her blue eyes widened, eyebrows arching up as her body seized at the touch.
Amo felt the trail of nails along the side of her throat as the hand spanned her neck, thumb and index finger placing pressure then sliding it away as the hand moved up to her throat, making Amo stretch up a bit more until her chin was up.
Firm breasts pressed against her back, trapping her hair between them—and knees closed in either side of her ass as firm warmth pressed itself completely against her from behind. Warm breath touched her temple and tendrils of hair that weren’t hers whispered over her skin.
Her hands clenched around the edge of the roof and Amo swallowed, felt her throat work against that palm.
Her lips dry, Amo wet them before she spoke. “Is there a reason why you’re touching me?”
A brush of skin against her temple, a husked sound that was a chuckle at her ear and then she felt the other bury their face at the curve of her neck, their hand making her tilt her head to her side so they could have access to the bared skin there.
“Because,” the words were breathed against her skin and made it hum, “I could smell you.”
The hand at her throat slid away from her throat and the fingers curled instead around the cusp of her shoulder.
Amo heard and felt as the other took a deep breath of her skin. She felt them shiver against her back and was even more stumped by the situation as she felt something hard pressing against her bottom.
There was a half moan-half whine interlaced with another of those chuckles against the curve of her neck. “I could come from that alone.” The voice was neither female nor male—just a seductive sound.
The words had Amo herself shuddering and snapped her out of her momentary loss of movement. Her hand snapped up and she caught the wrist of the hand on her shoulder. Holding it firmly she turned her head around.
Those black eyes crinkled and the mouth widened to show teeth as sharp as needle points. The face—so beautiful and the hand she held were such a dark tone, one so different from hers, but with a touch of red to its smooth surface that made Amo swallow again.
This person was stunning.
They were also from their opposing realm.
“I’ll make sure we meet again later. For now, they’re calling you back.”
She vanished, leaving Amo clutching air right before Amo felt Kasuya’s call tug at her stomach.
Her hands were curled around the edge as she looked down and saw the people below. Tiny moving dots as they walked to carry out their daily lives.
On her swinging feet, the gold sandals gleamed under the light of the sun and the black skirt of her dress rippled with the wind that surged up between buildings. A smooth clip that had been carved from bones held the corn yellow curls secure at her nape but still, they were blown into her face.
Amo plucked them off her face with nails glossed in black and sighed, feeling bored. She wondered why they were making a fuss about the human realm getting caught in the crossfire when it was obviously so boring.
Lifting a hand she played with the four gold bands on her right arm.
She wondered if Kasuya was still in meetings with Hebi. It’d be difficult to persuade the Protectress to agree to what had been on the cards for so long. But the only person who had any chance of talking this out with her was Kasuya. It was why for today they had been asked to make themselves scarce during the meeting.
The wind threw another gust at her and a thick curl became stuck to her lower lip.
It was as she reached up to pull it away that she noticed something peculiar.
Maybe it was because of the sun that fell into her eyes at that angle—she couldn’t see all that well with it. It seemed though, like—
On the opposite building from her she could make someone out.
They were in the exact same position as her. Their legs over the edge, dangling—it looked like they were wearing a robe of some kind, but unlike Amo’s, theirs didn’t seem to so much as budge from where it lay around them in a pool of satin that gleamed dark blue in the sun.
Irritated that she couldn’t get a clear look, Amo waved a hand at the sky.
It’s not like Kasuya would know or like the humans would notice the tendrils of greyish white that begun to emerge against the blue of the sky. It was like a distorted creature forming itself, contorting and growing—spreading fast until it began to create shadows and float into the sun’s face.
Coolness touched her face as the warmth of the sun was swallowed by the cloud and its shadow blended with her complexion to produce darker stripes on her face where the light didn’t touch.
Amo leaned forward and squinted, trying to properly see. And this time she was able to.
There really was someone there.
Like her dress, the robe she wore, was sleeveless. But the arms were bare apart from the bangles that hung at the woman’s wrist. The robe moulded to the perfect body like skin, delineating the breasts and small waist—the folds of it lay over strong thighs that were parted carelessly, revealing the inside of dark toned thighs. The woman’s hair was black and it piled on top of her head, some tendrils falling in waves and curls to brush against her nape. The face itself—
Amo managed just a glimpse of black eyes and a smug curve of a wide mouth before the woman vanished from her spot on the opposite building.
Amo straightened, the frown back on her face as she did so.
She’d known the woman wasn’t a human. She hadn’t expected them to disappear the second she was close to getting a good look at them.
Mouth twisting in irritation at the sudden loss of something that had intruded into her boredom, Amo glanced up at the cloud she’d summed—eyes narrowing as the light of the sun threatened to cut through it. The cloud wouldn’t last long.
Their power was never something permanent when used outside their realm.
It was the hand that slid along her throat that made her jerk.
Her blue eyes widened, eyebrows arching up as her body seized at the touch.
Amo felt the trail of nails along the side of her throat as the hand spanned her neck, thumb and index finger placing pressure then sliding it away as the hand moved up to her throat, making Amo stretch up a bit more until her chin was up.
Firm breasts pressed against her back, trapping her hair between them—and knees closed in either side of her ass as firm warmth pressed itself completely against her from behind. Warm breath touched her temple and tendrils of hair that weren’t hers whispered over her skin.
Her hands clenched around the edge of the roof and Amo swallowed, felt her throat work against that palm.
Her lips dry, Amo wet them before she spoke. “Is there a reason why you’re touching me?”
A brush of skin against her temple, a husked sound that was a chuckle at her ear and then she felt the other bury their face at the curve of her neck, their hand making her tilt her head to her side so they could have access to the bared skin there.
“Because,” the words were breathed against her skin and made it hum, “I could smell you.”
The hand at her throat slid away from her throat and the fingers curled instead around the cusp of her shoulder.
Amo heard and felt as the other took a deep breath of her skin. She felt them shiver against her back and was even more stumped by the situation as she felt something hard pressing against her bottom.
There was a half moan-half whine interlaced with another of those chuckles against the curve of her neck. “I could come from that alone.” The voice was neither female nor male—just a seductive sound.
The words had Amo herself shuddering and snapped her out of her momentary loss of movement. Her hand snapped up and she caught the wrist of the hand on her shoulder. Holding it firmly she turned her head around.
Those black eyes crinkled and the mouth widened to show teeth as sharp as needle points. The face—so beautiful and the hand she held were such a dark tone, one so different from hers, but with a touch of red to its smooth surface that made Amo swallow again.
This person was stunning.
They were also from their opposing realm.
“I’ll make sure we meet again later. For now, they’re calling you back.”
She vanished, leaving Amo clutching air right before Amo felt Kasuya’s call tug at her stomach.
