With Our Wings Made Of Mist

Two

Floyd’s night is spent in Veneer’s room after he wins in a game of rock-paper-scissors. He was taken out of the perfume bottle and set back into the cage. There, he's attacked with non-stop questions about him, and his life before he was a prisoner.

Sharing stories about his performances across the world was fun, but he thought that he would be telling them to his brothers if he saw them again. Thankfully, no matter how many times the kid asked if he had any siblings or cousins, he denied it. He couldn't risk them getting captured. Even if he didn't spend the last twenty years with them as a brother, then the least he could do is not drag them down with him.

Floyd sighs as he thinks about that night of their performance. If things hadn't gone south, then maybe he wouldn't be here and instead, he would be singing again under the spotlight with his brothers.

He lets out another depressing sigh but this time, Veneer notices..

“Aw, what's up, little guy?” Veneer asks, giving him a look of pity. He sat at his vanity and was in the process of putting on a glitter face mask. “Do you need water or something? I can go grab it.”

Floyd feels himself get angry. He rolls his eyes and sits on the floor beside his bed, out of view of the kid.

“You already know why.” He snaps, crossing his arms. “I thought that was pretty obvious.”

His captor is silent after that, but whenever he makes eye contact with him, Veneer gives him an apologetic look. Floyd makes it his mission to glare back at it each time he sees his face. After enough time of intense silence, the lights are eventually shut off, and the room is cast into darkness.

Without the artificial lights, the room starts to get colder..he huffs and reaches for the thin blanket. He cuddles up but it isn't enough. He was still shivering in the makeshift bed.

He stares up at the roof, and that's when tears sting at his eyes.

Things had gone terribly wrong for him, and he couldn't find a way to get out of it. Was this his life now? Being drained until he's tossed away like an unwanted toy? Did his dream of being a well-known solo singer lead up to this?

Floyd wipes his eyes and lays on his side. All chances of seeing his brothers again were perished. Velvet and Veneer made sure of that.

Maybe in death, he'll eventually meet with his dear brothers again. That is if all of them survived from their own adventures. Especially Branch, who was probably still back in their home tree.

He heard about the bergans becoming nice again, but he still didn't head back. He probably should've, just to find out if Branch made it. Hopefully, he did.

Floyd sighs again and tries to fall asleep. It doesn't work but eventually, his body gets too tired to stay up any longer and he crashes.

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Veneer wakes up more earlier than usual. He's too excited about what happened last night to care about a good night's sleep. He still feels giddy about how good he sounded. He cant wait to be finally on stage with his sister.