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Whistle while you wither

Skittles sings a little eight note song when he's happy, sherb finds themself doing it too.

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Icarus smiled up from their brewing stand, looking over to the brightly colored bird that had managed to fly their way over to their potion lab. He made a small chirping noise and hopped over to Icarus's shoulder.

The bird chirped the little eight note trill Icarus had begun to adore, as it meant their bird was happy.

Later that day, Sherb had finally found time to just sit outside alone. Every so often, they found themself whistling the little song skittles always chirped.

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And now, a head canon

HC #1 [icarus]

Icarus gets really claustrophobic after the prison. ◇•☆○×••×☆●☆×••×○☆•◇ "Yeah, of course." Icarus answered. Why wouldn't they be able to help Fable down in the mines? There wasn't a logical reason to say no. So, naturally, Icarus said yes. And everything was going so well! They were laughing with their dad, listening to stories of their mother while they worked. Everything was perfect until Icarus felt their stomach twist as the world collapsed around them. They clenched their eyes shut and hugged their arms around their middle, their wings naturally tucking behind their back in a protective manner. They somehow managed to land safely on their feet, thanks to the scratchy soft ground of wherever they were. They opened their eyes to find themself submerged in darkness with no torches to light up their surroundings. They could hear their shaky breathing echo and bounce around off of what they could only assume was stone. They felt blood drip down from their cheek, adding to the stains on their jacket. Instinctively, Icarus reached up to wipe away the blood but froze when they felt their elbow brush roughly against rock.

Their breathing became unsteady and fast as they found themself again in the dreadful obsidian box they'd once been locked in. And despite all of the logical pieces of their brain screaming that it wasn't real, the panic of being back there screamed twice as loud. "No!" They felt themselves whisper. "No, no, no, no, no!" They couldn't breathe, oh gods, they couldn't breathe and they were trapped again in the last place they'd ever want to be. They can't be back here. Not again. Oh gods, not a- "Icarus?!" The strong voice interrupted their thoughts and seemed to bring the entire world to a screeching halt. "Dad?!" They breathed, voice hoarse and pathetic in their throat. "Where are you?" He said. It wasn't a question. It was a demand. A demand for the world to bring Icarus back to him. A demand that held such power as it echoed through the entire cave system. "I… I don't know!" Icarus felt their voice catch in their throat as the true reality settled on their shoulders. "Keep talking, the more noise, the easier I can find you." The voice echoed. But Icarus couldn't speak, his throat had closed up in panic and the only noise their yells managed was a small stifled sob. They needed to do something. Think, they told themself. A thought, an idea. It might just work. They took a shaky breath in, then pushed the air out in a loud, almost birdlike whistle. Then they saw a light, a torch, above them. "It's okay," Fable smiled halfheartedly, "I'm here now." ◇•☆○×••×☆●☆×••×○☆•◇