Nasera x Anon incoming. Unfortunately forced to finish and post from mobile so please forgive if formatting is ass
>The grinding sound from Nasera’s engine is troubling the entire ride but even more troubling is when it suddenly stops.
>“Shit.” Nasera grumbles as she begins reaching beneath the steering wheel and fiddling with some exposed wires.
>The ‘Nasera-Mobile’ (Naserable for short) sputters to a sad, inevitable halt in the middle of the empty road.
>“How bad is that?” I ask, leaning over the center console to peer at the mess of wires.
>I try to at least pretend I know what we're looking at.
>“Well… bad,” Nasera admits with a sigh as she leans back and shuts her eyes. “But usually if I give it a while to rest it recovers.”
>Nasera flashes a small, crooked grin at me and unbuckles her seatbelt.
>“Usually?” I echo with a cocked eyebrow as I remove my own seatbelt.
>“Well, yeah. Usually.”
>her grin grows a little wider as if it isn't her fucking car that's dying a slow agonizing death like the 20 year old family dog.
>She slips out the door and circles the car to the hood. I step out too, ready to do my best impression of a mechanic.
>Instead of popping the hood though she just sits down on it, resting her hands behind her and leaning back.
>Her wings unfurl - or, I guess it's more correct to say - her left wing unfurls.
>Her right wing stretches out as much as it can behind her, its tattered remains hang off her shoulder like a flag saved from a fire.
>With my hand on the open door I find my feet glued to the floor watching her silhouette shudder slightly against the harsh street lights as her feathers tremble in the breeze like autumn leaves.
>The whirring of distant cars and the whispers of the wind serve as no small symphony for the moment.
>I'm suddenly aware that this is the most alone with Nasera I've ever been.
>We've spent so much time together but somehow I can feel in my gut that this is different.