Bits and Pieces - 3. Chapter 3: Comfort and Feathers

Watching the black hair sway back and forth, the highlights flashing in the light of the kitchen, Tridian smirked lowly to himself before shaking his head. Putting the cup of coffee in his hands to the side, he reached out and tugged on the dancing hair, getting a squawk of surprise before Blue Feather turned around and glared at this friend. Tridian just smiled sweetly in return, waving a hand at all of the cooking the man was doing.

“What’s up, lovely native?” the elder of the two asked as he perched on a counter, the other male returning to his cooking.

“I’m nervous about my sister. She’s being checked out by someone today to find out if she should move further from nature or if she can stay where she is,” the Native American replied, playing with a spoon as he carefully and easily flipped a bit of sweet bread in one of the pans with a fork, being careful of the light coating of oil that was spitting at him.

“If she moves, she’s worse then before,” Tridian guessed, getting a nod. Moving to stand behind the younger man, he wrapped his arms around the lean waist, offering silent comfort. Blue had been dealing with the insanity that plagued his people, and most recently his sister, ever since he was a young child. Nuzzling the soft neck, he hummed quietly, hands resting on adorable hips and stroking them ever so slightly. “She’ll get better some day soon, you know that, lovely one. It’s just a matter of time,” he cooed into the others ear, feeling him shiver and press back into his body.

“I know, but I still worry that she’ll give up on life and try to end it all again,” Blue Feather sighed, pulling the sweet bread out and setting it aside before turning around and burying his face into the others chest. He needed the comfort and Tridian was there, had been since the first time they had been drawn to the home of the clan by Wen. Sighing softly, he curled his fingers into soft fabric as Tridian stroked over his hair, nuzzling into the thickness at his temple.

Outside of the kitchen door stood Sire and Childe, watching their lovers give and take comfort from one another. Looking at each other, the two talked without talking before going back to watching for the moment.