Wingspan
James is excited to show his father his newly-regrown wings that match his sire's, but his mother is anything but pleased about the matter.
Wingspan
by Lonelyrider
James had calmed down from his girlfriend Lonely's tender kindness & continued understanding, he was excited as his newly-regrown raven angel wings bore him on the wind to his father's sorcerer tower, which stood on the edge of a desolate cliff in a gray, barren land; Abaddon LightningSword, James' until recently estranged father, preferred his own company. Secretly, the exception to this was James.
"What are you doing here, boy?" Abaddon called down from his high balcony, but there was a slight edge of cheerfulness; he hadn't seen James in weeks due to losing his temper at him for sacrificing his wings and halo to a man-hating witch in order to save Lonely's life. Abaddon spread his own raven wingspan and jumped off his high obsidian tower, gliding down to James vertically in a slow fall.
"James...your..." Abaddon stammered, which was very unlike the fiery sorceror. James puffed out his brawny chest proudly, splaying his huge raven wingspan, his golden halo glowing in eagerness.
"Dad...Abaddon, sorry....I....do you...like them?" Hulking James asked shyly, toeing the ground nervously. His father got so worked up he hugged James, who hugged him back, thumping each other on the back aggressively; James was thrilled, his grin a mile wide.
"But...how, boy?" Abaddon gasped, grasping James' huge burly arms and admiring his son's new black wings identical to his own.
"Raaak, crow wings!" Abaddon's crow familiar croaked, hopping around on his shoulder pad.
"Oh, why hello there!" James piped in his usual friendly demeanor.
"Boy, your wings?" Abaddon insisted, big James snapped out of it.
"Oh, yes, sorry, sir! Oh I uh," James rubbed his thick black hair shyly, "It was dearest Savera's witch mothers, and...," Abaddon noticed James' friendly, sweet and shy contenance go from seeking approval to snarling, shuddering and clenching a huge fist, "And," James swallowed audibly, trying hard to contain his anger and jealousy, "Father Dixon."
Abaddon eyed his son fiercely, his irises turning red as his fire magic danced around his hand.
"Tell me what happened, boy." Abaddon said, pulling James close, who looked thrilled and shy again, he started to stammer the answer to his father, when they both heard the familiar sound of heavy mortal angel wings and looked up; James' mother and Abaddon's ex wife Anna landed before them, folding her dress neatly, her wings, white and blue like James' orginal wings had been, clean and bright in the light wind.
"What are you doing here?" Abaddon growled lowly, not happy to see her; he'd abandoned her and James after his son's birth to pursue his dark arts.
"Momma!" James cried, lighting up, he hugged his mother tightly, actually lifting her a few inches off her feet as he dwarfed her like his father; Abaddon watched with a jealous snarl, turning away.
"Oh! Hello James, nice to see you, darling. Abaddon, what are you corrupting my child with now.....wha....what? James...your wings..." Anna gasped, her face white. Abaddon literally shoved in between them, flexing his huge muscled arm, splaying his own wings.
"Aren't they glorious?" He boasted hotly.
James beamed at him, blushing and thrilled.
"Momma, do you like them?" James wheedled sweetly.
"I...no, child! I mean...I'm happy you got your wings, dear, but not about the hue! That is the last thing you need, to take after your dark & conniving father! This is your doing, I just know it!" Anna accused, poking Abaddon in his big chest despite him being three times her size.
"Why I had no involvement, wench, but I'm pleased it irks you." Abaddon crooned sarcastically.
"Irks you!" His crow chirped. Anna went red in the face, her own wings splaying angrily; James looked torn and conflicted, wanting to please both parents, an impossible task.
"Mom...it's okay, I'm sorry they upset you, let's..."
Abaddon shouted over his son.
"Depart from my lands, woman. The men have catching up to do, and it doesn't involve little females. Leave this conversation to the grown males. Go, get out of here!" Abaddon shooed her like she were a mouse.
Anna hauled black and slapped him hard across the face; James gasped worriedly, reaching out, and Abaddon smirked at her, his hands flaring fire magic and irises red, like the handprint she'd left on his face.
"How dare you! Why I'll....unhand me, you brute! Get off me!" Anna shrieked, as Abaddon manhandled her, the two getting into a scuffle and shouting at each other so much it was now unintelligible. James gasped, still torn, but his innate protectiveness of his mother kicked in, his healing powers glowing in his concern. He wrapped his big arms around his mother from behind and in his raven wings, and Abaddon shoved her back into the boy, who held steadfast strongly.
"Dad, please, don't hurt her!" James begged, holding his mother close protectively, drawing his bulky muscled arm into his bulwark, literally shielding them, but using defense only so as not to hurt his father.
"Fine, boy! For you. Go on, go with her, spend time with that pale dormous she calls a husband," Abbaddon sneered, Anna shook all over in rage at him, James looked apologetic and torn at both parents, unable to choose, "However my boy, when you're ready to rejoin the real men, come back here...without her." Abaddon mocked, he turned, folding his big wingspan, and went into his tower, his fire elemental servant shutting the double doors behind him, velvet robes flowing in a showy way.
"Curse you, Abaddon! Curse you!" Anna screamed, hysterical from the man's taunts and jeers, James held her back gently and lovingly, being careful with her and trying hard to soothe and comfort her, she cried in his arms and he hugged her tight, kissing her forehead.
"Aww momma, please don't cry now! It's all ok, I didn't mean.." James gushed sweetly in comfort, Anna hushed him; from high above, Abaddon spied on them jealously.
"James, he's a bad influence! Come child, spend more time with my husband and I, it'd be good for you." Anna pleaded, touching her huge son's bearded groomed face gently, James smiled tenderly at his mother, gently enveloping her hand in his much bigger one.
"I will momma!" He promised, eager for her approval; he'd always been teased for being his mother's boy, but he couldn't help it, he adored her.
"Good boy, James. Come....come, Mr FeatherQuill should be finished with his scribe duties for the day, join us for tea and sandwiches." Anna pleaded, pulling James along by the hand, he smiled eagerly, looking excited. He turned and gave a hearty wave at Abaddon's tower with a shout.
"Farewell, sir! I'll return soon!"
James turned back to his mother, who looked angry again seeing that; she and Abaddon snarled at each other from afar.
"Momma, I'd be delighted to join you & Mr FeatherQuill for tea, please, lead the way." James said with a gallant bow and a flex of his wingspan, Anna eyed it jealously; how she hated the hue of his admittedly beautiful regrown wings.
She spread her own and James took her hand politely, kissing it softly with another chivalrous bow. She smiled at her son, and with one last contemptous glare at Abaddon, watching from his tower, she turned and took flight, James waving at his father one last time and following his mother, the two of them gliding together on the updrafts by Abaddon's cliff toward her elegant mansion in the city outskirts with her new husband.
"Fuck!" Abaddon screamed, throwing his brand new red crystal ball into the wall of his tower, exploding it into a million pieces, his chest heaving in jealous rage.
"Raak!" His crow familiar screetched, as Abaddon set fire to one of his wooden staves, splintering it from the ferocity of the magical attack. "I hate the hold that woman has over my boy! She'll emasculate him for sure! I'm his only hope at true manhood, at power, at a future besides befriending little girls and eating tea sandwiches! Damn it!" Abaddon screamed, overturning his table in fury, vials of potions, scrolls, tomes and amulets flying everywhere as the heavy table overturned, Abaddon panting in his jealousy-fueled wrath.
"Craak! Anna, cursed Anna!" Abaddon's crow cawed loudly, as Abaddon stood panting and white-knuckling the banister, staring in the direction his son and ex wife had flown off toward.