November Writing Prompts

Singsong

Birds chirped a quiet singsong tune in the breeze. The sun shown down on the grass that was still wet from the morning's dew. Exavier sat in the sun, soaking in the warmth of its rays, his clothes becoming damp from where he sat. Exavier closed his eyes, taking it all in, letting his pitch black wings relax and soak in the warmth, and stretching out like a cat.
The bliss of the beautiful morning was interrupted by the sound of rockets and a crash landing of one pesky bird.

Exavier sighed at the mess of feathers and stood up to help the gremlin out. Picking Grian up easily, Exavier helped the mass of fluff stand up.
"Good morning!" Grian chirped, once managing to stand up on his still sleepy legs. "What'ya doing?" Grian tilted his head sideways.
"I was enjoying my no longer peaceful morning," Exavier said
I, straight faced. "And you?"
Grian pouted at Exavier's response before batting his eyelashes at the Voidwalker. "Seeing my lovely boyfriend?"
Exavier narrowed his red eyes at the avian. "Your wings are a mess. I'm surprised you even managed to fly here in such a state."
Grian mocked Exavier by copying him. "I can fly just fine, thank you."

Exavier poked at Grian's wings. "Hmm yes. I bet the only reason you got into the air in the first place was rockets." Grian stuck his tongue out, confirming Exavier's guess. "And they only got more messed up because of you crash." Exavier smirked, gesturing to the few feathers laying on the ground.
"How do you always keep your wings neat?" Grian whined.
"Because I actually take care of mine. Now turn around, I'm going to start fixing your wings." Exavier replied, spinning the bird around and pushing him down, forcing him to sit on the grass. Grian pouted as his boyfriend started to preen his wings, fixing the out of place and ruffled feathers.

"All done," Exavier said, rolling his eyes at the still pouting avian. "Was that so hard?"
"Yes."
Exavier chuckles and ruffles the shorter man's hair.
"Hey!" Grian yells, whipping his head around and biting Exavier's hand before jumping up, giggling and running away.
"Owch!" Exavier said, shaking the bitten hand and chasing after the pesky bird. "Grian! Get back here!"
The birds still chirped their singsong tune, the clearing becoming quiet once more.