Wilbur POV
Wilbur couldn't help but miss Tommy. The house was just so quiet without the noisy blonde. And worst of all, there was no one to cause chaos around the house with. It was just too peaceful... like how it had been before he had met the blonde.
He wasn't the only one who hated the silence. Techno and Phil missed the boy almost as much as the brunette did. But they were much quicker to accept it. They simply went back to their normal routines, mourning the loss in silence. Wilbur, on the other hand, couldn't dream of doing sure a thing. Tommy belonged with them! Leaving had been a mistake.
Wilbur struggled with the loss, resorting most of his time to playing his guitar and singing. He didn't know how else to deal with it. Sitting down late at night, he couldn't help but sing the same song.
"Leaves from the vine
Falling so slow
Like fragile, tiny shells
Drifting in the foam."
It was a song Phil used to sing to them to lull them to sleep every night. A soft lullaby sang to him by his own mother. The best part is Phil would always slightly alter the lyrics to fit them. And Wilbur carried on that tradition.
"Little soldier boy
Come marching home
Brave little brother
Come marching home."
His fingers skillfully plucked each string of his guitar, following the song he knew by heart. Closing his eyes, he sang sorrowfully. It had never been a song destined for joy or the finding of it.
"Ash in the snow
Falling so slow
Like fragile broken hearts
With no place to go."
Tommy always had a place with them, Wilbur could only pray he knew that. Even on the darkest and most desperate nights, they would always take him in.
"Little soldier boy
Taken from home
Forced to protect a world
That was not his own."
Tommy was a stranger to the wolf world and yet he fit in so well. But he could never fit in perfectly. He wasn't a wolf, he was a human. He was a boy desperate for a family. And he already had one.
"Little soldier boy
Cold and alone
Brave little brother
Never made it-"
Wilbur shook his head, unable to finish the line. Humming the rest of the note, he continued to the next verse.
"Leaves from the vine
Changing so slow
Like empty fallen souls
Searching for a home."
Phil's mother used to sing the song, hoping and praying for his safe return home. Phil had gone off on his adventures, always searching for the thrills of danger. Leaving his mother to hope for his safe return. Even when he got back, the song continued to be recited. Eventually making it Wilbur and Techno.
"Little brother
Thought he could soar
Little brother
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Tommyinnit Oneshots (With SBI) (Book 2)
FanfictionSo... I reached the maximum of chapters in my other book so I've decided to make another one! These are completely new oneshots, so you don't have to read the other book first if you don't want to! As always there will be no shipping. This is mostly...
