Court of Feathers

Six

Word Count: 2,490

Shiro came to slowly, and the first thought that managed to slip into his brain was that he really needed to find a better position to sleep in, he thought bitterly, shifting a little as the feeling of stinging pins and needles settled deeply into his side.

Reaching out with his flesh hand, Shiro's fingers found the soft fabric of a pillow, drawing it closer to him, he snuggled deeper under the blankets piled on top of him, attempting to get back to the blissful numbness he had grasped only a few seconds before.

It wasn't until he realized he was clutching a pillow and snuggled in a warm bed that he never recalled getting into in the first place did he begin to remember what had happened to him in the first place, memories that, in fact, had him shooting up to a sitting position and looking wildly around at his surroundings.

The first word that popped into his head, once he took in his surroundings was clean. The place had a clean feel to it, but not in the way you would feel about a hospital room, or any public facility like that, no, this was more like a comfortable clean, the kind of clean you would feel living in a mansion.

Like dustless, dark wood bookshelves full to the max with old volumes and leather bindings lining the whole wall in front of him clean. A squat table sat snug in the center of the room, low, cushioned chairs sat almost in exact positions around it, the cloth adorning the cushions a deep color of maroon, the dark rug under it mirroring the color almost exactly. The dark wooden floorboards had a sort of comfortable look to it, like walking into a museum, they looked hard but soft. Like the kind of wood, Shiro would expect to see worn smooth by thousands of feet over the span of years of generations walking over them.

Double doors leading to a balcony sat snug in a wall to Shiro's left, two windows positioned on either side of the door no more than a foot away from the door frame, letting the light filter in through blindless glass panes. A closed, off-white door, sticking out from, the dark colored walls, sat at Shiro's right, almost directly across from the doors leading to the outside.

If Shiro could lean closer to his right, he could see blue sky peeking out from the balcony doors, a bird's wing coming into view before vanishing again just as fast, white pillars holding up railing the encircled the balcony.

It was a very comfortable clean, definitely, he thought. Shiro looked up above him to see that he was in a much fancier bed than he would ever be able to afford, posts of dark wood wound themselves up to support a slab of wood above him, gold colored tassels hanging from the edges, two equally dark maroon curtains sat wound around the posts situated at the foot of the bed, and if Shiro stretched himself out, he would barely be able to reach both ends of the mattress be now sat in, the silkiness of blankets sitting comfortably over his legs as he thought over what to possibly do next.

Obviously, since he was comfortably sitting in a very expensively furnished room, his holders didn't seem to see him as much of a threat. He looked down at himself, noting that his military uniform had been removed, the scratchy fabric replaced with baggy pants and a tee.

"Shiro?"

He straightened up at the name, immediately recognizing the voice to be Keith's, just in time to see the pale teen slip into the room, the door clicking shut behind him. He was dressed in a similar manner, plain, dark pants and a grey t-shirt, his dark mop of hair seeming to blend in with the surrounding colors of the room. Violet eyes softened as soon as he noticed that Shiro was awake. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

He scratched the back of his head, wincing when he found a sore spot hidden on his scalp. Must've been where he got knocked out- "I'm fine, you?"