Flying - Wizards of Waverly Place, PG

Written for Wizards of Waverly Place Weekly Prompts. Implied incest. 178 words.

We could put a blanket over this, they said. We could cover it, fold it up and lock it away. We could find a rug to sweep this under, they whispered, like it never happened. We can hide this behind closed doors, closed mouths, closed eyes and closed hearts in order to keep it from all the closed minds.

But the blanket would come out again when they needed something to keep themselves warm.

And the rug would grace the floor once more when it became too cold and uncomfortable to walk over.

Doors were opened for exploration; mouths were opened for exploration; eyes were opened more widely for better searching, even if they didn't always like what they found. And hearts—definitely hearts—were open, because if they weren't, they might combust.

"This isn't working," Alex sighed. "We need to find something else."

And since the blanket didn't work, and the rug didn't work, and closed doors and mouths and eyes and hearts never worked either, they decided to find a carpet. Not to hide under, but to set themselves—finally—free.