Gentle Wings (Pico x Boyfriend) FNF

[1] An intimidating Boy

Where did his love for fairy tales begin? He couldn't quite remember a thought, other than his mother reading him bedtime stories when he had trouble sleeping though the nights. His fear of the dark still being as bad as today, not changing one bit actually. The times where his mother made up stories always made his fears melt away as if they were nothing towards him afterwards, always weirdly being those types of people who had rare interests in things most humans wouldn't. For Keith, they were comforting. A warm feeling resting in his heart that pleasingly skipped in sync with his heart beats to the thoughts of his over flowing nostalgia of memories. It felt amazing to think of the past as a child where things didn't matter, rethinking those same thoughts to memories that were clipped into his brain. Being able to rest in his mothers arms where he could peacefully feel safe as a toddler. He was still surprised he could remember those times, mainly his thoughts being fuzzy trying to picture them as a whole. But, just couldn't let them go.

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙤𝙬? The angel devastatingly thought as he rested his back against the forest's warm grass. His soft pair of wings lying out beside him as well. Hiding under a tall thick tree where cold shade saved him from the summer heat, being able to finally cool down after the long tiring walk. It's been a while since he's left his comfortable home. His overwhelming terror to the thought of running into a breathing human pinched onto his brain harshly. Originally, Keith was going to stock up on food source. Having little to no fruits and such in his kitchen, soon becoming distracted as pure usual when he began to over think from the past. Why couldn't he just live in a castle where no human could lay a finger on his wings? The thought of his beloved wings being ripped apart made his fists clench. Becoming overly squeamish by his gory view that pictured though his mind. Not wishing to trigger himself as he'd soon sit up in a snap, realizing he became side tracked, again.

''I need to find fruit before the sun comes down..'' Keith groaned in annoyance. Not being able to help but day dream about childish things he shouldn't worry for about. Carefully, the blue haired teenager began his simple journey. Bringing himself up on his two bare-less feet, not wishing to bring shoes as he was bugged by them. He liked the idea on living free on what ever he pleased, knowingly enough he'd just be alone searching for food and such.

The curious teenager wore soft blue overall shorts with a long sleeves dark blue sweater. Wearing his favorite red cap as the ends at the visor was a dark blue. Complimenting his dark blue sweater just well as the two matched. The hat he cherished so much was a gift his father gave him. He, didn't remember as towards why he was given it? It being an entire blur. Just knowingly his father gave him it as a present of some sort. Maybe it being a birthday gift? He didn't know, being clueless with his thoughts. Till,

''Are those apples-?'' Keith carefully tilted his head up to reveal beautiful apples on the small tree ahead. Seemingly they were waiting to be picked. Guessing apples would be his first pick for food today.

His beautiful feathery wings began to spread out, carefully bringing himself in the air with his light small body. Approaching the tree above as he'd lift up the small basket he brought knowingly he'd need it. Learning from his mistakes from his last trips on forgetting it constantly. Slowly his needy fingers began to rest underneath the fruit, already seeing his own reflection faintly. Picturing out his big ocean blue eyes as he'd gently smile at himself. The one time he felt confident with his appearance. Keith soon pulled the apple with force, watching as the stem broke away from the apples middle center.

''Maybe I can make apple pie..'' Keith curiously thought, it being a fun activity to do? He, wasn't the best cook really. Always accidently burning things or forgetting the right ingredients he needed for the certain foods he was cooking.