A Gift Of Wings

Man, I've been doing a lot of wings lately! This is the first of 's latest set of commissions for her Gundam Fantasy series.

Quatre is the first of the guardians to get his wings. I may have gone overboard on the blood (the wings are sprouting out of his back, so I imagine there would be quite a bit more than what I put here) , but we'll see what HaroGirl says. I took some artistic license, having Quatre jerk backward in the last throes of pain, so we could see his face. Also, the "pit" they're supposed to be in probably doesn't look as deep as it might, but this just worked better than the all-dark pit-ness that I started with. I used some smoke and blood brushes in Photoshop, but other than that, this is all mine. If anyone thinks I should, I'll put a mature filter on this, because of the blood.

Also, for those of you worried about Q, don't be. He'll be just fine once he's used to his new wings ^__^




Here's the snippet of this scene from chapter 8

It started when Heero yelled for Trowa to stop, to keep him from aiding Quatre. But the Water Mage paid no heed to the other man’s words. With him racing ahead, the others had no choice but to follow in hopes to catch the Mage and stop him. Trowa was of course the first to reach the Wind Mage, who was now at the bottom of the pit. The others paused for a moment on the side of pit wall and marveled at the God Protector now visible for all to see. Quatre was currently on his knees, his arms wrapped tightly around his body. He was hunched over, breathing hard as if he had been badly wounded by some unseen force.

“Quatre!” Trowa yelled after snapping out of his awe from the God Protector’s image. He soon slid down the slope and upon reaching the bottom dropped to his knees in front of his friend. “Quatre, what’s happened?! What is it?!” He instinctively reached out to grab the young Mage’s upper arms and force him to look up.

“No. Don’t touch me. It’s okay…” Quatre gasped roughly, peering up at his dear friend through unruly bangs. The smaller man’s face was flushed as if he were running a fever and his body shook slightly. “It’s okay Trowa… I can handle it.” Quatre let a small smile escape his lips, trying to put the other man at ease.

“Handle what?”

Another wave of pain shot through Quatre’s body, causing his body to become tense and taunt. Quatre slowly reached out for Trowa’s arms but stopped himself short of touching the other man and began retracting his hands. This was not a pain he could share with him nor would he want to at this point. “I hadn’t expected this though.” He breathed almost labored, but slowly seemed to be working his way through it. Quatre soon let out another heartfelt cry that torn at Trowa’s heart.

“What can I do?” Trowa’s voice reflected the helplessness he felt while watching his friend in such agony.

“Nothing… it’s almost done,” Quatre panted out before he fell forward onto his hands and knees, arching his back up.

Trowa watched closely as the back of Quatre’s tunic began to rip and tear. He saw the white tunic turn red at the shoulder blades and it worried him. There was more tearing, but this time the sound came from Quatre’s shoulder blades, as a pair of large white-feathered wings began to immerge. Quatre held back another scream by biting down on his lower lip, as the wings fought to free themselves from the confines of his body. He grabbed at the loose soil beneath his hands and made a fist. When it was over Quatre sat upright, sitting back on his heels. He was still breathing hard as the pain ebbed slowly away from his shoulders and back.




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