Happy Birthday @monsoondownpour! I expect you’re not awake yet, but it is most definitely your birthday. I was prompted to write wingfic, in a fantasy setting, and nursing someone back to health. 3.7k No warnings. Hope you like it :)
The sun was setting low in the west, red over the distant foothills, spilling orange around Levi’s sandalled feet, as he walked the edge of the wastelands. Sometimes creatures, mainly birds, flew out over that trackless desert, and sometimes the lucky ones turned around in time to make it back. Sometimes Levi found little feathered corpses among the grasses grown from seeds he’d collected and scattered himself, pushing the desert back.
He’d wandered out far this time, mapping another sliver of the wasteland, marking sheltered dips and gullies that he would return to scatter with living soil and seeds. He fed the ground so many seeds; those that didn’t germinate would nourish the ones that did. He was on his way back to the well when a large white shape, unusual against the dark soil caught his eye.
Now that I’ve just watched part 2 of acwnr, I agree with the old submission that says Levi has walking corpse syndrome. After everyone you care about dies and you’re faced with either total psychopathic insanity or lifeless depression, anyone could potentially end up with the delusion that they are no longer alive; his or her mind would be totally shattered.