[ he's...sort of touched by the gesture, to be honest; newt couldn't tell you the last time someone was kind to him. a part of him thought he might have deserved it at first, like he'd done something terrible in a past life, but he came to learn quickly that the shanks at WICKED had just been doing it for the chance to poke at something abnormal.
he needed to find minho. his semi-immortal partner in crime could be anywhere in this lifetime, but newt's stuck here with this weird human, who decided to free him instead of clipping his wings. he gives him a weird look for a second, but it settles, and the warmth settles down to a pleasant hum in the background instead, a faint glow of warmth to permeate the little cabin. ]
If you say so. [ he scoffs, quietly, but it's nothing but well intentioned. ] What are ya, some kind of woodland prince charmin'?
[ it's the first time a little smile comes across his face, brightening up his eyes, and newt shakes his head. ] Fair 'nough. Shouldn't take that long to heal, dunno bout my wings, though.
[ A small scoff leaves him at the question, and Alby considers getting up and moving away. But it's nice here, near the phoenix, and he only raises his eyebrows at him instead. His expression is overall unimpressed, but there's no heat behind it that would indicate actual annoyance. He supposes he should ask about if there's anyone out there that might be looking for him, besides WICKED, but it feels like if there was... well.
If they're still alive, then they'll find each other before too long, he's sure. Especially if they're like him in a way. But right now he's going to be focusing on making sure that he doesn't get found by the people that would keep him captive. ]
Need charm for that one, I'd think. [ Tone dry, he leans back against the end of his bed, sitting there comfortably for a little bit longer. The smile is a nice thing to see, and some part of him wonders if he can't coax more out of him somehow. ] Guess we'll find out, yeah? Figure you'll get some flight feathers 'ventually.
Savin' birds from the woods probably counts. [ his smile gets a little bigger, a little more mischievous, and newt leans back a little, resting on his elbows. his body's tired and he can't really keep radiating for that much longer--usually after a rebirth in the cold, he needs a long time to rest. the weight of sleep is heavy behind his eyes and he yawns, breaking his smile again and considering what he says. ]
You're somethin else, you know that? [ he still thinks he might end up getting--god, he doesn't know. someone could steal his ashes or something. or his tears, make him cry forever and ever so no one could ever be hurt. he's waiting for it, knows it's gonna come.
but maybe for now he can relax a little. minho will find him eventually--until then, he should be okay. ]
Not exactly a very normal bird. [ Alby huffs softly, something close to a laugh as he watches Newt settle back on his elbows. He wants to nudge him back further, because he looks like he's starting to slip towards exhaustion, and-- yep, there's the yawn. He angles his head a little as he observes him, hands folded in his lap now as he thinks about what he's gotten himself into.
But it's fine, now. He won't let anything happen to the phoenix that he's come into possession of. After whatever he's gone through, Newt deserves some peace and quiet for a while. Even if he says things like that, like Alby has done some wondrous thing that he's never encountered before.
And maybe he hasn't. ] Get some sleep, little bird.
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he needed to find minho. his semi-immortal partner in crime could be anywhere in this lifetime, but newt's stuck here with this weird human, who decided to free him instead of clipping his wings. he gives him a weird look for a second, but it settles, and the warmth settles down to a pleasant hum in the background instead, a faint glow of warmth to permeate the little cabin. ]
If you say so. [ he scoffs, quietly, but it's nothing but well intentioned. ] What are ya, some kind of woodland prince charmin'?
[ it's the first time a little smile comes across his face, brightening up his eyes, and newt shakes his head. ] Fair 'nough. Shouldn't take that long to heal, dunno bout my wings, though.
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If they're still alive, then they'll find each other before too long, he's sure. Especially if they're like him in a way. But right now he's going to be focusing on making sure that he doesn't get found by the people that would keep him captive. ]
Need charm for that one, I'd think. [ Tone dry, he leans back against the end of his bed, sitting there comfortably for a little bit longer. The smile is a nice thing to see, and some part of him wonders if he can't coax more out of him somehow. ] Guess we'll find out, yeah? Figure you'll get some flight feathers 'ventually.
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You're somethin else, you know that? [ he still thinks he might end up getting--god, he doesn't know. someone could steal his ashes or something. or his tears, make him cry forever and ever so no one could ever be hurt. he's waiting for it, knows it's gonna come.
but maybe for now he can relax a little. minho will find him eventually--until then, he should be okay. ]
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But it's fine, now. He won't let anything happen to the phoenix that he's come into possession of. After whatever he's gone through, Newt deserves some peace and quiet for a while. Even if he says things like that, like Alby has done some wondrous thing that he's never encountered before.
And maybe he hasn't. ] Get some sleep, little bird.