the phoenix ❚ drabble 01
the phoenix
drabble 01, jast&paderau
Before, she was so tiny and fragile that a touch too strong could break her hollow bones. She was but a baby bird that heard bells so loud that she couldn't help but to wail in agony at their not-music, at their incessant ringing. She was the tiniest red bird and she was the last one - a rare sight. Only two can exist at the same time, after all. But even as a baby, she would hear stories and sing songs and dance and laugh so brightly and happily when she was away from the man with the yellow eye. And, oh, how she loved the wardens. The warm one was close to the home she never had. Like fire, she gave her safety and a place to go to when she needed rest from a long flight. And the gentle one, he always wanted to play with her, he would listen and sing along and she loved them both, oh, she did. But the clocks don't stop, so when her time came, she flew away. A phoenix cannot be bound by anything to land - their place, their home, their shelter is the skies. It was easy to embark on a quest of self discovery for the baby bird. It was only natural - it was merely instinct. Her return came only years later and she hadn't change much. The playmate and the fire guardian, they could both easily recognize her, by the scent and by the warmth - and she was so much warmer than before, like she had truly grown.
It was only natural that who once was a pampered baby bird wanted to reminiscence that safety she felt between the two of them and from there, things couldn't have any other way - it was just the way they all had been made. A kiss here and there and suddenly, the kisses weren't that innocent anymore, and the touches burned the skin and the breathing turned hotter and heavier. The phoenix, so very safe and warm between the two of them, tried to follow almost as if she was copying them, learning from them, her arms around Jast's arms, kissing his jaw and chin, pressing her smaller back against Paderau's chest. She couldn't help to want more. The fire warden's mouth made her flesh and skin warmer than before as she traced her lips up and down and the spirit of Spring just kept pressing his mouth to her in a way she had never felt before.
And then the warmth was too unbearable for the phoenix (such unthought words), but the wardens knew what they were doing and knew the phoenix wanted it and didn't want it to end. And then Jast was pushing gently inside of her and kissing her neck and ears - the kisses to her ears forced her to make the most adorable sounds. And then Paderau's hands were pressing the right muscles and applying the needed pressure and roaming everywhere, kissing those almost swollen lips of hers, helping her move with the other warden's rhythm. And then what hurt just a little bit at first became a rollercoaster of feelings and of pleasures and the phoenix was nearly singing their names; she wanted to have many arms to hold them close. She didn't need to, though, they compelled to her greedy whims without her needing to utter one single word. She sang and they heard and they didn't mind pampering her in a much different way than before.
To think she was so tiny and fragile that a touch too strong could break her hollow bones.
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