Golden Tears And Golden Wings (Karlnapity)

Chapter 3 - nelipot

It was quiet in the house, the sun had long since set, and except for a desk lamp in the library and a floor lamp in the living room, it was completely dark. Quackity was busy with his inventory, because thanks to Karl, who had taken care of the library yesterday, he had been able to get new books.

Especially for the children of the village, this would be useful, because it happened more frequently that Phil dropped his children off in front of the library so that they could learn decent things than always be fooling around. For Quackity this was a good occupation since he liked the children. Their presence was sometimes more pleasant than that of the adults because they did not ask weird questions.

It was an enrichment for him to explain the world to the children, even if most of the days they spent with him in the library ended up being too boring. Thus, they invented games like "war of the books".

While Quackity and Karl took care of the library, for the most part, Sapnap worked in the vegetable garden that the duck hybrid himself had planted behind his house. It wasn't much, just little things like carrots or herbs. Occasionally, Sapnap accompanied Quackity to his cowshed and helped him feed the animals.

After Karl told him that Sapnap had a somewhat bumpy relationship with animals, he had taken the demon to see his cows. It served as therapy on one hand, but also to ensure that Sapnap would not try to kill him if he ever saw Quackity's wings.

He also wanted to give them something back in return. Even if they didn't know it, They had done much for him. Sometimes, it felt like he was truly belonging next to them. It was a wonderful feeling and days went by when Quackity didn't think about his illness. 

Now, Quackity crept sleepily through the bookshelves in the dim light of the house.

He had forgotten the title of a book and without thinking had run out of his room. Even though he didn't make a sound while sneaking through the house, he had forgotten to put on socks or a top due to his tiredness and the darkness was getting to him due to his poor eyesight.

With rustling wings, Quackity crept around the corner and trudged toward the shelf. In doing so, he overlooked the fact that the chair standing at the table was pushed a little too far to the right to be easily passed.

With momentum, his bare foot crashed against the leg of the chair, and with a surprised squawk, he squatted in front of the bookshelf. In the process, he couldn't stop a single golden tear from finding its way to the floor. Driven by surprise, he tried to kick the little spark away, unconsciously flapping his wings in frustration several times.

Of course, he had attracted the attention of his new roommates with this commotion and tried to escape back to his room in time.

Cursing, he only bumped into the next table leg. The throbbing pain that spread from his toe to his entire foot sent him to the ground defeated. With an annoyed sigh, he listened to the rustling and frantic words coming from the living room. The pain in his foot had become unimportant as soon as he realized that in just a few moments he would unwillingly present his wings to the two of them.

Panicking, he pressed his tongue against the top of his mouth. It was a trick he had learned to avoid further tears. Before the two arrived, the Avian desperately tried to rub possible golden glints from his face and fixated his gaze on the old floorboards of the wooden floor. Quackity didn't dare to look up, too afraid to look into faces full of disgust and shock that had otherwise shone with friendliness.

Followed by slow steps and the pleasant creak, a surprising sound followed as Karl turned the corner. For a brief moment, which felt like infinity to Quackity, he noticed that Sapnap had joined him. Trying to comprehend what the two of them were whispering to each other, he only slipped further into his mind.