😼😼😼day 3 of uu ship week : reunion
Theo slowly stood from where he had been pushed back, slowly reclaiming his breath and sight.
The windcharge blow had knocked him away from where he had stood, and now he was looking at the spot of blood where his recent friend had stood.
Theo forced himself to drag his eyes up, throat closing at the sight of his old mentor. His wings, now stained with a bit of blood, flared out behind him- anything to make himself look larger than he is.
Billy simply chuckled, glaring out his own, dark black wings in a mocking manner. Billy had always hunted and mocked his prey, and Theo now knew he was standing on the opposite side of where he had used to.
He, as shaky as his legs felt, stood taller, narrowing his dark red eyes to meet the sparkling yellow of Billy's.
Once, long ago, Theo would've called the man before him his friend. His mentor. His… lover.
But the man before him was no longer any of those things. He had a tattered scarf, yellow and pulled over his mouth and nose. He still wore that damned leather jacket, but now instead of hanging off his form it stretches across his muscular form. It chilled Theo that it had been that long that Billy had almost grown out of it. Billy took a step closer, but Theo stood his ground.
Theo would not run just because he could see the reflection of himself off
the mace, or the man he used to be in Billy's eyes.
Billy seemed to notice his shift, and Theo could swear his eyes glimmered with satisfaction. Theo wasn't surprised, instead getting prepared for the fight he expected. He rolled his shoulders, dragging his crossbow out of his inventory. He unhooked his flint and steel from his belt, flicking his wrist. He already had TNT minecarts organized in his hot bar.
Billy only let out a chilling laugh. Theo wanted to puke over the times he had smiles against those lips as they let out the same laugh.
This laugh was cold, calculated. It felt suffocating, like it wanted to take everything from him and leave him bare and breathless. The laugh he remembered was full of life, something he hid from everyone else.
The shoebill easily swung his mace onto his back, dropping down from his elevated position on the roof. Theo found it unsettling, the way the sun haloed Billy's slicked back hair, the strands as dark as his feathers.
Theo now took a step back, watching as Billy strode forward. He found himself against a wall, and now he felt caged once more.
Theo went to move away, to scramble from the avian in front of him, but he got stopped- pinned against the wooden wall behind him, the stone overhang brushing against his head.
The cockatiel hissed as his head hit the wood, wings pinned behind him. He felt the rough texture digging into his back, but rather than grounding him it only made him more panicked. The stone pushed against his scalp, scraping it roughly.
The worst of it was the way Billy had his forearm pinned against Theo's throat, pinning him between the rough texture and a monster. Theo felt bile rise in his throat, but he swallowed it. He was taught never to show fear- it was a good lesson, even if it was taught by the man in front of him.
Theo wished he was with Parrot, protecting him, rather than having a reunion with the person he hated most in the world.
It was going to be a long day.
