One Normal Night

Chapter 1; Candle Night

 

 

 

 

Have you ever wondered, if your life was your own?

Or if you were some form of entertainment for someone?

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That's what Wilbur thought.

He always seem so curious, of why.

Why did he feel this way.

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He sits at his desk, the candle flicking softly in the dark room, being the only source of soft light in the room, illuminating it softly. Papers, quills, ink and half written letters were scattered on the dark wood desk.

Time seems so still, and eeriely peaceful.

 

The brunette seemed lost in his thoughts, reading through the half written letters. Poems, of wrath, love, lust, jealousy and much more.

His glasses seem to reflect the dim candle light, showing more off of his honey colored eyes. A simple pencil thin line was across his lips, usually turning to a soft scowl. 

These thoughts have been keeping him up all night.

The president of the nation, unable to sleep, as he finds it strange that there were "gods", or known better as "watchers". We're they actually watching him? Everyone? Or was it some myth, made up by tired mother's whos kids wouldn't stop asking. 

He couldn't put his finger on it.

 

He sighs, letting his hands hold his head up, as he rests it his hands. 

“Fuck..” he lets out, in a soft raspy tone.

He gets up, pushing the chair back as he grabs his trenchcoat. A dark brown one, with gold designs on the cuffs. He puts it on, and heads out of his study. He walks down the dark halls, passing Tommy's room, and out of the house. He looks out to the night sky, letting the cool winter breeze hit him. He takes it on him, hoping to ease his mind. His white button up shirt gleams in the moonlight, as well as his glasses. He stretches his wings, letting them feel the cool breeze against his feathers. Black and brown, with hints of white. 

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This was the moment.

The moment he so very much enjoyed.

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He felt a tug on his coat, and looks down.

To see Tommy, the small blonde wrapped up in his blanket. “Wilbah, what are you doing outside?” he asked, as his dark blue eyes spark with curiosity. Wilbur could only smile, picking him up into his arms. “Clearing my mind” he says, smiling softly. Tommy nods, following his gaze to the stars in the sky. Wilbur wraps the blanket more, securing Tommy from the cold winds. Despite Tommy's protestings against it, wanting to spread his little white wings, he snuggled into Wilbur. 

 

This was it.

After Philza died, they both had to raise themselves. With only having one another for comfort.