[PRP] Comfort Zones [Xavier/Merry]

[kuropeco]

It happened like this:

Xavier, still unused to his (rather large) newly sprouted wings, had decided to keep them out for the better part of the day, in the hopes that when the day ended, he would have learned to use them properly. In true Xavier Hollow fashion, this had meant a great deal of stumbling about, knocking things over, running into walls, and vague and terrible attempts at flying, all resulting in messes and mayhem.

Which was why he was currently lying in a crumpled heap on the ground just outside of the forest on Amityville grounds, nose pressed into the grass. He had tried, sort of, to cover himself, and make himself less obvious by flopping the wings over him, but this had the opposite effect, since all it did was making the rather pathetic heap of dark feathers more suspicious. Still, Xavier felt better in his attempts at hiding, and he stayed there on the ground, pondering life and its miseries.

He would have gone on with it too, had it not been for the heavy something that squashed him a few seconds later. Xavier let out a wheezing sort of muffled squeal of surprise, all the breath leaving him momentarily, and his wings flapped weakly, one of them trying in vain to pull itself away from prying hands.

At first he thought it might be Helmut - besides being his closest friend, she was also the only one who would have sat on him so casually, but the voice that carried to Xavier's ears did not match that of the wendigo's. Therefore, Xavier deduced morosely, it was clearly someone just picking on him.

"I'm not h-hurt," Xavier mumbled. "M'fine."

beejoux

 

[kuropeco]

She was laying on top of him. She was laying on top of him.

Xavier panicked immediately.

His untrained wings began to flap messily and fast, Xavier letting out a startled, terrified squawk. He wriggled this way and that in an attempt to free himself, finally managing to push himself forward using the tip of one wing, and rolled away from the ghoul, winding up in a heap at the base of a nearby tree, wings sprawled out on the ground.

"I - er - I f-fell," said Xavier lamely, his cheeks flushing a bright red. "I-I just...I f-fell..."

"W-who are y-you?!"

beejoux

 

[kuropeco]

Now that he was sitting up properly (sort of), he could actually see who it was that had decided he was their newest cushion. She was quite pretty, with white skin and brightly colored wings, and her appearance overall was most definitely overwhelming.

Xavier shrank back a little.

"I-I just l-look like this n-normally," he mumbled, embarrassed. Even her name was bright, and Xavier tried to curl one wing around himself almost protectively. When it didn't cooperate properly, he latched onto it with both clawed hands.

"X...Xavier," he said finally, cautiously. "A-are you a s-student?"

beejoux

 

[kuropeco]

Why was she calling him cute. No one ever called him cute, and Xavier flushed an even brighter red, his cheeks crimson. Merry seemed to have complete control over her own vivacious wings, which made him feel all the more pathetic that he could not seem to get his under control properly. And she was new.

"W...welcome to A-Amityville, then," he mumbled, a few feathers falling out of his hair as Xavier's shoulders drooped. And then suddenly Merry was invading his space again, and he leaned backwards automatically, eyes wide as he scrambled to figure out what she had just asked him.

"I - I'm a s-second year!" Xavier squeaked. "I - I've been a-at Amity for a-about a y-year now..."

beejoux

 

[kuropeco]

He breathed a sigh of relief as she leaned back, giving him more space, some of the tension in Xavier's shoulders easing - though it did not entirely abate. He was still giving her a very wary look, as though afraid she might pounce on him again.

"I, erm..." he mumbled, thoroughly embarrassed by this question. "I w-was trying t-to fly..."

He floundered for a moment, gave up, and said, in a tiny voice, "I...I am not...g-g-good at flying."

beejoux

 

[kuropeco]

Xavier didn't really want to admit just how lame he was when it came to doing things that most other people could do, because even as a second year, he was failing miserably, and this was thoroughly embarrassing to him.

That, and Merry was still way too bright. It was somewhat hard to look at her, but Xavier did his best, blinking rapidly in her direction as she offered her suggestion.

"T-that..." he said, face flushed to the point of melting into a puddle if he got any redder. "That...I-I'm not a v-very good s-student..."

beejoux

 

[kuropeco]

He flushed, because as simple as Merry's question was, he still had difficulty being straightforward. Xavier's face flushed, and for a moment he waffled, his wings trembling a little; but then, after a moment, he took a deep breath and said, in what he hoped was a convincing tone of voice (though it was rather small), "Yes. Y-yes I want to l-learn to fly."

beejoux