It's been some time since he's felt this sort of...contentment. Peace with what is and what will be, the very peace he sought when he first took the hood for himself. This is what being an Eagle should be.
Locus and Maine reside the closest to York's quarters, though it is the former Eagle that takes over drawing his baths, reading to him, and warming his bed. He wouldn't have been surprised if there was a ripple of jealousy through the ranks, but so far as he can see? Most of the other hawks are simply pleased that York is being attended to, and living vicariously through what Locus is being allowed.
Of course, they don't know the half of what goes on behind those closed doors. Delta suspects, he thinks, and it doesn't seem to have helped the man's already sour opinion of him.
Still, he's not here for him. He is here because he belongs, body and mind, to the man who saved him on the auctioning block. A mad Eagle that no one else would touch. That had been by design, of course. The idea, though he didn't know it at the time, would have been that no one would touch him, seeing him as too much trouble or a probable liability, a poor investment. Then, when his outlook seemed bleakest, in would swoop his master to emphasize just how much he needed him.
Things had not gone to plan. And though Locus didn't know this either, his former master was at the very moment making plans to recover his lost property. First things first. Time to meet the man who'd taken what was his, face to face.
Bird of Prey AU
Locus and Maine reside the closest to York's quarters, though it is the former Eagle that takes over drawing his baths, reading to him, and warming his bed. He wouldn't have been surprised if there was a ripple of jealousy through the ranks, but so far as he can see? Most of the other hawks are simply pleased that York is being attended to, and living vicariously through what Locus is being allowed.
Of course, they don't know the half of what goes on behind those closed doors. Delta suspects, he thinks, and it doesn't seem to have helped the man's already sour opinion of him.
Still, he's not here for him. He is here because he belongs, body and mind, to the man who saved him on the auctioning block. A mad Eagle that no one else would touch. That had been by design, of course. The idea, though he didn't know it at the time, would have been that no one would touch him, seeing him as too much trouble or a probable liability, a poor investment. Then, when his outlook seemed bleakest, in would swoop his master to emphasize just how much he needed him.
Things had not gone to plan. And though Locus didn't know this either, his former master was at the very moment making plans to recover his lost property. First things first. Time to meet the man who'd taken what was his, face to face.