LU 122 - Tori 13

Flying through the rain, away from the shopping district, the fleeing soul condor lands on a riverbank, staring at his reflection in the water. He cluthces his mate's skull against his chest as he make eye contact with a face he barely recognizes anymore.
Red hair, wet and clinging to his skin, framing his worn and exhausted face, Tori takes a deep breath before looking at the skull in his hands.
"I guess the mask is off now."
Water rolls off his face, falling onto the dried mask as the bird's gaze lingers for a monent longer.
"Soon, it'll be time to return this anyways."
He stands up, tucking the skull away in his jacket as he turns to fly home, Tori catches one last glimpse at his scarred face and frowns.
"It doesn't matter. I have no reason to hide anymore."