A very short chapter in Ziya's POV. His first thoughts about Niney and Bastien as he arrives at the penthouse.
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Ziya had made it all the way to his elevator on his own. It wasn’t that impressive, Bastien’s parking spot was right next to it, but the warmth of Ziya’s own pride seeped into his chest followed by the cool relief that Niney didn’t have to support him for those five arduous meters.
Ziya wasn’t sure what to think about Niney. He was… timid? Ziya wasn’t sure if timid was the right word. Niney gave off a permanent, tentative sense of anxiety with every movement. It was in the way he shuffled while he walked, the way he constantly worried his lower lip between his teeth, the way his eyes buzzed around like icy blue flies, flicking from Bastien to the ground to Ziya to the mirrored wall of the elevator and all the way back to Bastien faster than Ziya could blink. A small tag dangled from his collar, Ziya had to squint to make out the words and even then he only really managed to catch ‘certified’. Must be a newer pet, then. One of the fancy ones the WRU were pushing with extra training. That might explain the jumpiness, at least.
Ziya was clutching the railing, squeezing it between his fingers to try and ease some of the pressure off of his trembling legs. It wasn’t that his muscles were burning or straining with the effort of holding him upright, it was more that they weren’t there to begin with. The pressure went to his bones instead, making them ache and creak with every movement. He could have sworn he wasn’t so weak before they had taken him to the clinic, before they had found him on the floor, lying next to–
He inhaled sharply. There wasn’t any reason to be thinking about that. It was over. He was alive. He was getting better. It was over. It was over.
The elevator dinged and Ziya prepared himself to take a step.
“You good?” Bastien asked with little concern and a light nudge to Niney’s side.
“I’m fine,” Ziya replied, slightly out of breath.
He hadn’t quite managed to get a read on Bastien, either. All he knew is that he certainly wasn’t expecting to be picked up by someone who looked like they stepped straight off the cover of a hipster magazine from 2015. He seemed chill, if not outright flippant, but the sling around Niney’s arm made Ziya hesitant to drop his guard.
The doors slid open and Ziya was the first to step outside. He appreciated the short hallway, only a few feet between the elevator and the front door. As he waited for Bastien to turn the lock, a few pieces of his skepticism chipped away to a tentative excitement. He’d never lived in a penthouse before.
The door swung open, and Ziya was immediately hit with an awful, sour stench.
Oh well, it wasn’t like he was going to be there for much longer.
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AN: if i stand very still, the writer's block can't get me
I'm afraid to say I've sort of lost interest in it 🥲 it was never well planned out, just sort of drew as I went, and it was a bit hard to do consistently.
But if you liked that story, I suspect you'd enjoy my Time Twist blog! I'm still working on that one, and it has aspects of trauma, emotional maturity and development, growing up and letting go. It has a lot of the elements I wanted to include in Little Bird, and in a way, its kind of its sister story?
Billie Bust Up silly stuff :D My main account is studio-petrichor! This here is where, if you ask the right questions, you can slowly unco
Anyway, give it a follow if you want! I've been taking a long break but I'm still quite passionate about this silly little comic.
Jokes aside i'm back ya'll!!! Noctis aka Battersweet/Batty. Got some technical difficulties for the past month but i gladly managed to fix it. Gonna get to writing bbu fics and request arts as soon as summer break hits!!!
Also its pride month i guess(????) so happy pride month to you all cool queers