(I got the art from: Sayde - Drizledrawings on Pinterest)

Josiah was a very flamboyant man, so it was no shock that he was a peacock hybrid. Or maybe he was flamboyant because he was a peacock hybrid. Whatever

The magician had grown fond of you throughout his time with the Van Der Linde gang.

You were a contradiction to say the least. A hardened man, no doubt about that. You were also deeply loyal to the gang and it’s members. That much was easy to see

You also seemed to put the needs of the others before your own. You were always one of the last to get your food, and on the occasions there wasn’t much to go around? You either didn’t eat or ate little

He’d heard a passing comment from Arthur about it

”He knows how to be hungry- most’f us do”

it was an odd statement, but a logical one. You weren’t a small man, but you weren’t near as muscular as Arthur or Charles. You had a similar build to John, he’d observed

It was easy to see as he watched you. It had been your turn to chop wood, and it was a swelteringly hot day, and that meant he got the joy of watching you pause every once in awhile to lift the hem of your shirt to wipe your face. Or your wings would unfurl occasionally to help cool yourself

He was pulled from his thoughts by Jack running past, the boys downy wings flapping uselessly as he ran underfoot

He felt his tail feathers raise in surprise, his wings starting to flare before he schooled his features back into a state of rest

“John Marston!” Abigail shouted. He tuned out the ensuing argument, choosing to instead go back to watching you.