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It was a windy, cold night in the snowy tundra.
Far far out in the cold wide biome stood a small house, the light from its windows reflecting on the cold substance setting all over the floor.
The wind was knocking on the windows and bashing on the wooden door, which was barely holding itself up on the metal door hinge.
Everything was covered in snow. The stonebrick chimney, standing tall on the roof of the only light source for miles, the roof itself was hidden completely under the heavy layers of ice cold snow.
Small hills of the cold substance were piling on the walls of the small cottage and all the grass that grew from under the usual snow layer was completely captured by it.
The huge forest growing all around the small house was covered lightly in the coldness aswell, the snow was sticking on the coniferous trees and hid everything completely till only some spots were still open to the cold wind.
The house got warmed up by the fireplace spending not only light to the endless darkness of what most people call home, but also the small pile of feathers laying right infront of it.
The mass heaved shakily every now and then, indicating the living being that had wraped its magestic wings around itself, laying on the wooden planks in fetal position.
Some of the feathers twitched over time, while others freely hung from it’s owner. They wraped their wings tighter around themselves and just the slightest movement made most of the feathers loosen up, but set again afetr a while.
The small birds gaze was set on the fire, which was reflecting in their glossy light blue eyes. Heavy tears formed, sprung free and rolled over their cheeks to finally land on the wooden floor.
Blond strands of hair were spread everywhere, some of them hanging over the birds face, some hung into the tiny lake that formed on the floor made out of tears. Most of the hair was distributed over the head of the small being or at their neck. Some of them appeared to have formed a halo over their proprietors head.
Their green, white striped hat layed about a foot over their head and all their clothes were losely laying on top of the black turtleneck, which was tied together at the back so his wings could fit comfortably.
More tears were shed from their magestic eyes and landed on floor with a quiet sound.
They didn't know why they were crying. Maybe all the bottled up feelings that they kept locked up to themselves.
Maybe over all the people and creatures he had lost due to his immortality.
Or maybe just because he needed to not be alone.
The creature curled up more and their eyes closed. Their whole world got taken over by the darkness in the wide snowy lands and a cold shiver ran up their spine.
Suddenly the door swung open and crashed into the wall but being unable to swing back to its usual place due to a steady hand holding it in place.
The person who just bursted through the door of the small cottage, stood in the doorway heaving for air.
>>Phil...<< he managed to get out between deep breaths. He must've ran to this place.
The wings, which were wraped tightly around the body, they belong to, just seconds ago, loosened up a bit and the small bird pushed himself up with his arms. Looking at his best friend with more tears running down his face.
The feathers of the birds wings were laying all over the place, covering most of the place, but still covering their owners legs.
They were now trying his best to hide his tear filled eyes and keeping himself safe from any form of dager. Even though he knew his friend wouldn't hurt him, the bird instinct screamed at him to hide or run away. All he did was to try and cover himself as good as possible.
The bird instincts took the better of him and he tried to appear as tiny as possible, to not be seen.
Teardrops that fell from behind his hands and landed on his feathers gave his fear and sadness away.
The figure who stood in the doorframe started to move and closed the door behind himself to not let the coldness into their home.
>>Do you want me...<< The person started before holding his breath again when his friend winced to the sudden noise of being spoken to.
>>...to come closer?<< The piglin looking hybrid finished speaking ata alower volume. He moved his hands to the buttons where his coat was bound around himself and took the heavy read fabric off to then hang it over the armchair, that was standing right next to the big couch behind the feathery being.
A quick nod from their friend made them immediately step a bit closer to the pile that pulled their wings closed to themselves. Their gaze was fixated on the floor and more tears spilled from their eyes, running over their cheeks and dropping from there onto their hands that they folded on their lap.
When the piglin brute finally stood right infront of their friend, they slowly lowered themself into a kneeling position. Their look was set on the now sniffling mass infront of them.
They reached out for their friend and carefully pat their head, feeling the small beings soft hair on their hands. The bird shakily lifted its head and looked up at their friend with glossy eyes.
His gaze wondered down turning lightly red out of embarrassment and the heat coming from the piglin. More tears left their eyes, rolling over their heated cheeks and vanishing in their wings, which they wrapped around their body again and covering half their face.
>>Birdy..<< The Blood God said carefully. He moved his right hand to gently hold their friends cheek and lift his face up. The spoken to let their head be lifted up, but kept their gaze fixated on the floor.
Their friend moved his other hand to the birds neck and pulled him close. The smaller one was shocked at the sudden movement but gripped the younger ones shirt, that they were wearing and snuggled into their chest.
His wings wraped around his friend in no time, pulling him closer. Quiet sobs left the birds lips and tears steamed down their face, wetting the others shirt.
>>Everything will be okay, Birdy..<< whispered the Blood God to their friend before burying their nose in the others hair and taking in the smell of wood and the musky smell of the air after it had rained, also called "Petrichor".
It was his favourite scent on the whole wide world. It made him calm down and feel safe.
He closed his blood red eyes and pulled the shorter one closer to himself before bringing one of his hands under his friends legs and wrapping the other around the birds waist and back.
He lifted his friend up, who immediatly buried his face in the gods neck, hiding himself and gripping his friends shoulders.
The bird hybrid was shaking, but because of the strong, protecting arms around himself and the scent of fireworks and coal, he felt safer and calmed down a lot.
The Blade moved up the stairs into his friends room and sat down on his bed. He moved to lay them down but the bird tightened his grip on his friends shoulders, trying to keep him close and to not lose the safe feeling they got when being around their best friend.
>>P-Please stay..<< he whispered into the darkness of his room. The blood god stilled and moved to loosen the grip, of his friend, on his shoulders and put his wrists near their body.
The smaller one immediatly pushed himself up on his arms looking at his friend with more tears rolling down their cheeks.
The Blood God was sitting on the edge of his bed and stared into the darkness.
>>Why were you crying?<< It suddenly came from the younger one. The words evaporated in the darkness and a long silence fell over the two.
The bird was the one to break the silence and pushed himself to sit in an upright position. He pulled his knees close to his body and quiet tears landed on his hands.
>>I don't know..<< it came quietly from the small pile on the bed. >>It just came over me.. I'm.. sorry.. I have no reason to be sad or even cry..<< the older one stumbled over his words at the end and burried his head in his arms.
>>Phil.. It's alright to show emotions.<< the other one started, trying his best to not just leave out of angst to say the wrong things or make a wrong move.
>>I'm sorry Techno.. I shouldn't have let you see me like this.. I know that you have a hard time handling or even understanding emotions.<< The bird babbled.
He sniffed and wrapped his wings once again around his body. After a while of silence the smaller one asked if his friend could stay a bit longer.
>>You can leave if you want to, of course.. I was just thinking that we could cuddle for a while till I fall asleep or something-<< The bird tried to convince his friend that they didn't need to stay. But before they could finish the younger one turned to face him and wrapped his hands around the pile of feathers to shut the Angel up.
>>It's alright, Birdy.. I'll stay as long as you want me to.<< He said and moved away from the smaller one to hold his friends chin and make him lock eyes with himself. More tears left the Angels eyes and he leaned forward to have their foreheads touch and closed his eyes. They were only seperated by about an inch.
>>Thank you..<< the bird whispered against the others lips as more tears left their eyes. >>I would never leave you, my Angel..<< The Blood God whispered aswell and moved the hand from the others chin to their jaw and slowly caressed their cheek with his thumb.
The god moved away from the angel after sometime, getting some space between the two before he layed down next to his friend before they crawled to snuggle up next to him.
The blood god pulled him closer so the bird was laying almost fully ontop of his friend, burrying his head in the younger ones chest. His wings were spread all over the place, covering partially his best friend and himself.
The tears from the smaller one became less and less till they stopped fully and his breathing became slower and more calm. He fell asleep.
The god he was using as a pillow had his eyes closed aswell and held his friends back and waist.