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A bright room filled with white pillars.
An open sky beneath them.
Multicolored lights flickering above them.
An endless hallway.
Something brushing their head, making their ears flitter.
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Icarus eyes fluttered open to the soft touch in their hair. They were in their bed, yes, and they could hear the soft chirps of Skittles and Zebbles at the foot of it. Everything was mostly normal, apart from the arm wrapped around their side and the body they laid back on.
The alchemist's eyes looked up to meet purple ones. Centross. He looked groggy, but not uncomfortable. He had been running his hand absentmindedly through their hair.
“You’re still here?”
“Of course I’m here dumbass,” he smirked, “I told you I would be here when you woke up”
That was true. Icarus just hadn’t believed him.
“Did you sleep at all?”
The man shrugged, “A little…”
Icarus sat up under the covers and let their wings stretch out towards their sides.
“You didn’t have to stay, you know?”
He let out a small chuckle, “That’s true. But I wanted to.”
“Even if you didn’t get any sleep?”
“Even if I didn’t get any sleep,” he repeated.
A pause.
“Thank you,” the bird said.
And the man put a knowing hand on their shoulder.