[PRP] Brushie Brushie (Solia and Xavier)

[kuropeco]

Xavier was, needless to say, completely and utterly terrified.

He also had no idea where he was.

He'd been out earlier that afternoon, sloping down a long hallway in the school with his books clutched against his chest. Apparently he had not exactly been paying as close attention as he'd thought he was, since a moment later he had wound up in -

- not Amityville. And certainly not his dorm room. And now he was in this strange place and there were strange things and he was most certainly going to die and it would be a terribly tragic death and he was never going to live scarily ever after and -

- was that a crash.

Xavier let out a low, piteous moan, and tried to mold himself into the wall.

istoleyurvamps

 

[kuropeco]

Xavier just stood very very still because maybe the human creature trying to talk to him would mistake him for a piece of furniture and just turn around and walk away, walk far far away, away from him, because he totally and definitely was not here, nope.

istoleyurvamps

 

[kuropeco]

It was touching him it had touched him -

Xavier let out a very unmanly squeal and flailed away from the inquisitive hands of the hunter, staggering sideways into one wall, straightening up, and then stumbling into another wall before turning around to stare at her, a terrified expression on his face.

"No. No it's not. I just - I don't know how I got here please don't kill me."

istoleyurvamps

 

[kuropeco]

Hearing that she wasn't going to kill him was indeed a relief, but Xavier still didn't trust her - she was a human, and humans were terribly scary things, things that could turn you into jelly.

He seemed taken aback by her question.

"Y...yes," said Xavier weakly. "They, um, that's just how, um, my hair grows."

istoleyurvamps

 

[kuropeco]

Xavier managed to squeak out something that was vaguely recognizable as actual speech and not just sounds of terror. "I, erm, well it runs in m-my family, feathers."

He wasn't sure why he was telling her this. She didn't seem like she was going to attack him anytime soon, but at the same time, she could just be pretending to get his guard down.

Xavier wrapped his arms around himself, his shoulders hunts. "I don't m-molt," he whispered. "Or, erm, w-whatever that i-is. It's, erm, it's just...new feathers...g-growing i...in as the, erm...o-old ones...d-die."

istoleyurvamps

 

[kuropeco]

Molting was kind of a revolting term. Xavier looked mildly horrified, but he let it go.

"Y..you can keep it I g-guess," he mumbled. "T-though I'm not sure w-why you'd even w...want to."

In an even smaller voice:

"They're not very s-special, after all."

He still couldn't look at her straight on. "E-every few d-days, I suppose."

istoleyurvamps

 

[kuropeco]

She'd touched him.

She'd Touched Him.

A human had touched him.

Xavier let out a little whimper and promptly slid down the wall and puddled on the floor, looking very much less like the proud demon he was supposed to be and much more like a pile of wet, droopy feathers heaped together.

"No it's not it's really not it's not beautiful why are you so close what is happening am I going to die now."

istoleyurvamps