Fanfic Drabble: Prey For Something Else
a little something something for aggybird, set in the Sparrow Through the Heart 'verse. XD
Nye couldn't believe he'd had the misfortune of running into Oz. He'd only just transferred and he'd hoped to not have to worry about seeing the bullying bird any time soon.
Particularly when heading outside late in the evening when there didn't seem to be the hint of another feather, let alone a bird.
With a sigh, Nye managed to pull himself up to his somewhat unimpressive height of five-foot-seven, shaking his black hair out of his eyes. "What do you want, Oz?" he asked in a firm voice, inwardly rather surprised he'd managed it. Just a few months ago and he would have been a quivering mess just from the irritated look in the other birds eye.
Oz just laughed, a mean, rotten sound that still sent shivers down Nye's spine. Despite his small show of strength, he couldn't help stepping back as Oz moved closer, and his dark blue eyes widened at the site of the birds healing face. It wasn't hard to see that someone had laid into him, but good. Trying to ignore his nervousness, Nye managed a bit of bravado and asked "Someone finally kick your stupid tail, then?"
Oz smirked slowly, feeling the stitches on his jaw stretch. He could see the way Nye's breath had sped up, the way his eyes occasionally darted around, looking for help. But Oz wasn't stupid enough to get caught. "Nye," he crooned, moving closer and slowly herding the smaller bird into a shadowy niche along the building. "Baby, I promise I forgive you, why don't you come over tonight."
Nye clenched his jaw, glaring, his resolve to hold his ground strengthening at the sickly sweet tone Oz used. "Go home, Oz. It's been a month. Haven't you given up yet?" He wasn't going to fall back into their old flight patterns and let the bird push him away. He held his ground--but just barely--as Oz slowly moved closer.
Stopping within arms reach, Oz looked Nye over slowly--he felt a jolt of triumph and heady desire as he took in the way Nye's fists clenched, the barely-perceptible trembling of his muscles. "Baby, I don't give up--" And, quick as the snap of a beak, his hand shot out to grab Nye by the throat.
"Auughhh!" he cried, feeling a sharp pain skip-streak across his shoulder and arm. He jerked back from Nye, feeling blood running down his arm as he noticed five beautiful brass feathers embedded there. Glaring, he looked back at Nye and held his arm close, watching as the feather-brained idiot fluttered away from him. "You fucking--"
A swirl of black, white and blinding bronze feathers cut him off, and before he knew what was happening the nastiest looking Stymphalian stood in front of him, glaring down at him. He had close-cropped black hair, his skin was a burnished tan, making his ridiculously pale green eyes look icy by comparison. Then again, it could have been the fact that he was looking at Oz as though he'd like nothing better than to eat him alive.
Which wasn't a far off assumption for a Stymphalian.
"This isn't any of your business, you stupid fuck," Oz managed to growl through grit teeth. As the Stymphalian backed off, Oz started to turn his attention back to Nye, intent on taking his anger out on his 'date', at least he was until he realized the Stymphalian was sliding his stupid fucking arm around the bird.
Nye had managed to compose himself, though he could feel his pulse thrumming, and he managed not to cower against Krane's side. "It's more his business than it is yours, Oz Prey. Now leave me the fuck alone before Krane decides he should eat you like the nasty little buzzard you are." Nye could tell Krane was impressed by the slight squeeze of pressure on his shoulder, though he never took his eyes away from Oz.
Taking a step back, Oz shot them both an incredulous look bordering on indignation. He looked over Krane's face--the ugly nose, the scar on one side of his face, the ear that appeared to be partially missing; the man was ugly. Oz couldn't believe it. This was his replacement?
Snorting, he began to yank feathers from his arm, ignoring the blood. "I can't believe you ever managed to land in my nest," he said nastily, trying in vain to salvage his pride. After his run in with those stupid Beakbreakers, he'd been a little more hesitant to pick fights. At least, until his ribs had healed properly. Tossing the bloody feathers at the stony birds' feet, he turned away with a disgusted noise. "Knowing you touched that," he said nastily, "I wouldn't lay a talon on you."
Nye and Krane observed quietly as Oz walked away with a surprising amount of dignity. But then, Nye knew the sort of delusions the man suffered from. He was grateful that Krane waited until he was gone before hugging him close, leaning down to nuzzle wispy black hair. "Thank you," he murmured, feeling a fleeting smile as a kiss was pressed into his temple.
With a show of strength that always impressed Krane, Nye pulled away from the embrace and smiled up at him, resolutely pushing away the incident and reveling in his own personal strength, and the strength and comfort Krane always offered him. "If you walk me home, I'll make you dinner."
With a brief, silly grin that seemed oddly out of place on the large birds face, he nodded and took Nye's hand, leading him home.
I like these two, heh!
Nye couldn't believe he'd had the misfortune of running into Oz. He'd only just transferred and he'd hoped to not have to worry about seeing the bullying bird any time soon.
Particularly when heading outside late in the evening when there didn't seem to be the hint of another feather, let alone a bird.
With a sigh, Nye managed to pull himself up to his somewhat unimpressive height of five-foot-seven, shaking his black hair out of his eyes. "What do you want, Oz?" he asked in a firm voice, inwardly rather surprised he'd managed it. Just a few months ago and he would have been a quivering mess just from the irritated look in the other birds eye.
Oz just laughed, a mean, rotten sound that still sent shivers down Nye's spine. Despite his small show of strength, he couldn't help stepping back as Oz moved closer, and his dark blue eyes widened at the site of the birds healing face. It wasn't hard to see that someone had laid into him, but good. Trying to ignore his nervousness, Nye managed a bit of bravado and asked "Someone finally kick your stupid tail, then?"
Oz smirked slowly, feeling the stitches on his jaw stretch. He could see the way Nye's breath had sped up, the way his eyes occasionally darted around, looking for help. But Oz wasn't stupid enough to get caught. "Nye," he crooned, moving closer and slowly herding the smaller bird into a shadowy niche along the building. "Baby, I promise I forgive you, why don't you come over tonight."
Nye clenched his jaw, glaring, his resolve to hold his ground strengthening at the sickly sweet tone Oz used. "Go home, Oz. It's been a month. Haven't you given up yet?" He wasn't going to fall back into their old flight patterns and let the bird push him away. He held his ground--but just barely--as Oz slowly moved closer.
Stopping within arms reach, Oz looked Nye over slowly--he felt a jolt of triumph and heady desire as he took in the way Nye's fists clenched, the barely-perceptible trembling of his muscles. "Baby, I don't give up--" And, quick as the snap of a beak, his hand shot out to grab Nye by the throat.
"Auughhh!" he cried, feeling a sharp pain skip-streak across his shoulder and arm. He jerked back from Nye, feeling blood running down his arm as he noticed five beautiful brass feathers embedded there. Glaring, he looked back at Nye and held his arm close, watching as the feather-brained idiot fluttered away from him. "You fucking--"
A swirl of black, white and blinding bronze feathers cut him off, and before he knew what was happening the nastiest looking Stymphalian stood in front of him, glaring down at him. He had close-cropped black hair, his skin was a burnished tan, making his ridiculously pale green eyes look icy by comparison. Then again, it could have been the fact that he was looking at Oz as though he'd like nothing better than to eat him alive.
Which wasn't a far off assumption for a Stymphalian.
"This isn't any of your business, you stupid fuck," Oz managed to growl through grit teeth. As the Stymphalian backed off, Oz started to turn his attention back to Nye, intent on taking his anger out on his 'date', at least he was until he realized the Stymphalian was sliding his stupid fucking arm around the bird.
Nye had managed to compose himself, though he could feel his pulse thrumming, and he managed not to cower against Krane's side. "It's more his business than it is yours, Oz Prey. Now leave me the fuck alone before Krane decides he should eat you like the nasty little buzzard you are." Nye could tell Krane was impressed by the slight squeeze of pressure on his shoulder, though he never took his eyes away from Oz.
Taking a step back, Oz shot them both an incredulous look bordering on indignation. He looked over Krane's face--the ugly nose, the scar on one side of his face, the ear that appeared to be partially missing; the man was ugly. Oz couldn't believe it. This was his replacement?
Snorting, he began to yank feathers from his arm, ignoring the blood. "I can't believe you ever managed to land in my nest," he said nastily, trying in vain to salvage his pride. After his run in with those stupid Beakbreakers, he'd been a little more hesitant to pick fights. At least, until his ribs had healed properly. Tossing the bloody feathers at the stony birds' feet, he turned away with a disgusted noise. "Knowing you touched that," he said nastily, "I wouldn't lay a talon on you."
Nye and Krane observed quietly as Oz walked away with a surprising amount of dignity. But then, Nye knew the sort of delusions the man suffered from. He was grateful that Krane waited until he was gone before hugging him close, leaning down to nuzzle wispy black hair. "Thank you," he murmured, feeling a fleeting smile as a kiss was pressed into his temple.
With a show of strength that always impressed Krane, Nye pulled away from the embrace and smiled up at him, resolutely pushing away the incident and reveling in his own personal strength, and the strength and comfort Krane always offered him. "If you walk me home, I'll make you dinner."
With a brief, silly grin that seemed oddly out of place on the large birds face, he nodded and took Nye's hand, leading him home.
I like these two, heh!