“Please please please.” He prayed, tears coming to his eyes, “I know I’m small God, but please give me wings so I can fly for Christopher. Please God. I promise I’ll be good. Please just give me wings.”
-Daniel Beckett, Flightless (By
Alright, so headcanon time...Even though there isn't any explicit proof, I always saw Daniel as slightly tanner than Christopher. Why? Because Chris like reading and he can't fly (because of his wings) so he'd stay inside a lot, curled up with a good biography. Every now and then, he'll glance outside, noticing how clear the sky is and sigh briefly, then return to reading. Meanwhile, Daniel zooms about, stretching his wings as the sun beams down on them, warming his feathers. He was probably flying for several hours now... He'd circle the house, high enough in the air to where he appeared as just a small dot to not attract attention. While he's flying, he thinks how great it is and how he wishes Chris could enjoy it, then it hits him. He feels guilty for a moment, but then remembers his promise. Swooping down he reaches the door, opening it to see his brother. "Come on Chris, put down the shitty books." He smirks, tugging on his brother's arm as he takes off, flying for the two of them.
So yeah...end of headcanon...I hope you like it