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𝙰𝚙𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚢𝚜 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟻

FOOLS!! YOU THOUGHT I WOULNDT COME BACK TO THIS BUT I DID AHAHAHAHHAHAHA, anyway, let's dive on into it!!

Type:
Mild angst
Fluffy ending

Warnings:
Swearing
Mentions of starving
Mentions of self harm

Bonus: it has been continued.

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No POV

The winter came in cold and hard, the brunette often times didn't leave his room during these times which the other people the home were alright with, being able to work with the younger on his over all powers since he wanted to. Often time the blonde would go out with the pinkette to practice with what he had. The wings were the first thing he mastered, with the help of the older blonde who taught him how to properly fly with them and how to hide them as well. The blonde loved being able to fly, of course he had to be careful but god did he love just going up and being in the clouds, they felt so fluffy and comforting in a way to him. It started off with the flying, before Techno once again helped him start to ground himself, meditation, trying to figure out through him being calm how sharp his sense were and see what he could control. Thats were they were this morning, sitting outside in a cleared area of the snowy yard, the older blonde father figure watching from inside the house, drinking a cup of tea before going to check in on his other son.

The meditation was good for both of them, it helped Techno suppress the voices in his head, telling him to hurt his family, they told him many things, but the meditation helped silence them. The meditation also helped Tommy, somehow making the blonde calmer through out the day. The pink haired male got up, they had been practicing his senses and how strong they were through the newest meditation seasons, Techno would get up, grab a snow ball and chuck it at the teen to see his reaction, each day he would get hit in the face and snapped out of his mind. Today however was different, as the snowball came hurdling towards the blondes face it stopped midair, turning around and flinging itself at Techno. This caught the older off guard, making a small 'Oof' sound as it hit his shoulder. The pink haired male looked over at the blonde would was still focused on his meditation, walking over and nudging with with his foot softly. This snapped him out, shaking his head and the snow out of his hair he looked up "yeah?" He said, his voice a little horse sounding but still audible "you just blocked the snowball Toms" Techno said. The younger looked up confused "I did?" He said as techno nodded. A cheer could be faintly heard from the spot as they walked back to the house to warm up, usually they would work on Tommy's skills but they both underestimated the cold that morning.

Meanwhile, Phil had finished up his drink and placed it down in the counter spaces before claiming up the stairs to his other sons bedroom. He reached the door and knocked softly not getting an answer like usual he sighed softly "Wil? Can I come in?" He asked softly, he knew that he wasn't feeling well and didn't want to be seen by anyone, he only came out when everyone was either out, downstairs, or asleep, plates of food would be left outside his room and he would take them when he felt hungry. It had been three weeks since Phil had been in the males room and he was worried about him. He sighed and turned to leave when he heard the door creek open. He turned almost immediately, the brunette standing in the doorway was his son, it was surprising how much could change in three weeks. When he last saw him he looked more put together, sure he was still upset and sad about everything that had happened with his lover, it only being a few days after it happened but he didn't know that much could change in a few weeks. He looked tired and pale, or well paler then normal that is, his eyes had sunken in quiet a bit and he held himself uncomfortably, shifting his weight between his feet. He had on what looked to be two sweaters, his nose was slightly pink, when the door opened Phil was met with a gust of cold, cold, cold air. The most noticeable thing however would be the streak of white that had found its way in his hair. It sat in the front of his hair, making him look as if he had been struck by lightening or something.