hi sky!! So, I wanted to write a little AU sort of tidbit with my god!ody (bird ody) saving Nobody/FMTD!ody from the Furies! You aren’t obligated to respond ofc but I was bored and wanted to do a little somethin somethin
Anyhoo, basically the shortest version of the premise is that my Ody pulled a Neptune and came to FMTD!Ody’s dimension and just so happened to feel his energy down in the Underworld when he was bein tortured n whatnot, so this is AFTER that :3
Warmth was the first and only sensation the disheveled man felt as consciousness slowly pulled him out of the dark, empty lake of dreamless sleep.
It was an odd sensation, so different from what he was used to. Waking up from any semblance of unconsciousness always meant one thing: more agony. The environment he’d been trapped in for so long - so long he could no longer tell day from night, week from month, and month from year - always harbored such a bone-chilling cold. It was a cold that seemed to suffocate, to dry his lips and throat so terribly that he felt as though his very insides might freeze and crumble away into dust. Oh, how he’d longed for such a fate rather than what he’d endured over and over and over again.
This, though… this was something else. This was a different feeling. This feeling did not make him want to wither, to wish for an end to his eternal suffering that he most certainly deserved at the hands of those relentless Furies. This feeling made him feel… comforted.
For the first time in ages, this nobody felt at peace.
Peace seemed so foreign. Perhaps it was another dream. Another dream where Penelope stroked his soft hair, carding her slender fingers through his auburn hair. Another dream of watching Telemachus practice with his spear, so calculated with each strike. Another dream of… home.
The foreign feeling around him made him want to wake up, to end this delusion and just get his next bout of suffering over with.
He shifted a little, making a small grunt of effort in the back of his throat. His expression pinched in subtle pain. His body was starved and frail, so he had very little energy.
Though… just after this small movement, he heard a voice speaking through the thick fog that clogged his hearing.
A man’s voice, it seemed. He sounded rather young. He heard a sound of shifting, the voice now much closer.
“Are you waking?” he asked, as though the injured man may respond. “Wake up… please, wake up. I know you can.”
A hand took his. A jarring sensation. Every touch was to be taken as a promise of pain; that was what he’d been trained to know ever since those three beastly Furies dragged him to the depths of the Underworld. Although he wanted to, he had no strength to move away.
He only had the strength to open his eyes.
And so, they began to open. His heavy eyelids flitted open; a difficult task. His vision was blurry, yes… but he was not greeted by darkness.
Instead, he thought… he could make out a face through the blur, but something about that face wasn’t quite right.
“Ah, there we are, now, friend…” the voice said, the messy man’s eyes slowly starting to register his blurry face.
Something was… wrong with this person.
His face… it was that of a man, but it had… feathers? How strange. It was an odd, almost impossible combination. As inquisitive as the resting man was, he didn’t have the energy to ask, nor react.
The strange bird-man gave him a soft, gentle smile. His voice was sweet and not too masculine, holding a gentle edge. Nothing about him promised pain; such a jarring change.
The nobody stared at him through his hazy eyes as he continued to speak.
“I’m glad you finally opened your eyes,” he hummed in that kind voice of his. “I was beginning to worry.”
Worry? Why would this stranger worry about a nobody like him? He was nothing. He deserved to suffer, just as the Furies taught him, not… whatever this was.
Only then did it begin to click in the man’s sleep-addled mind that this… strange being must have—
“I got you out of there, friend,” he said, as if he knew what the man was going to say. “They beat you to a pulp. I’m so sorry…”
That smile of his slipped away into a look of sorrow.
“A fate like this isn’t deserved. I… bandaged you up. I’m keeping you out of sight for now; I’m unsure if the Furies will come for you again, those wretched things…”
The strange bird beast lifted a hand - coated in scales like the feet of a chicken - and brushed a strand of the nobody’s rough, short hair out of his eyes.
“Now… I’m sure you’re very confused right now, so I suppose I’ll just start with the basics.”
He placed a scaled hand on his own chest to introduce himself.
AAUOGOGHGHHH.................. u cant just target me like this......... people caring for ody post-furies HURTS ME SO SO GOOD!!!!!!!!
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