neonthewrite:

Bowman didn’t have enough time to really look at it before the human’s hands rushed at him. He dropped to a seat as his prison was seized and dragged along, a loud scraping filling his ears. His wings drew tighter to his back and he cringed away from the giant. It didn’t matter. There was no escaping the inexorable slide until he was in the giant shadow.

One hand braced against the side of the container, and Bowman stared at the huge fingers splayed in front of him until he heard the popping up above. His gaze flicked upwards in time for the red lid to tilt away from the rest of the tupperware.

It would be enough space for him to wriggle through if a giant hand wasn’t already snaking its way in. Bowman’s heels scrabbled against the floor in a desperate attempt to push himself further away. Those fingers curled towards him like creeping vines, bringing with them the radiant heat and faint smell of skin and dirt. For a second, Bowman thought he caught a memory of his home forest in that scent.