How could such little boys have so much blood..?
Zephyr stared down at his hands, stepping back quickly as he dropped the blood stained knife on the marble tiling. He couldn't look toward the beds, pushed together earlier that night so the twins could curl up against one another as they dreamed.
Such beautiful, wonderful, gorgeous little boys... Dead.
Murdered in cold blood...
Murdered by his own hand...
He choked back a sob, sprinting from the room into his own so he could mourn and wail in peace for a little while. The dagger would melt, the blood would wash away, but the pain would always, always be at the front of his mind.
✈ - an eye-opening memory
Who on earth would dye their hair such an odd shade of pink? Zephyr wondered idly, hands tucked into the pockets of his skinny jeans as he watched the pink-haired wonder of a girl sit on the grass of the city park with a sketchbook in hand. He'd seen her before, once or twice, and it always made him wonder just why she'd do such a thing?
Shaking his head, he turned to walk away, only making it so far before he was tapped on his shoulder – who would even consider touching him? She blinked up at him, holding out what seemed to be....
A drawing, of him. It was better than many of the court artists and they took hours to do what she could in minutes. Huh. "You're a talented little doll, aren't you?"
"And you're a really creepy elitist asshole, aren't you?" She grinned and waved before flouncing off.
✤ - a memory that involves romance/love
Zephyr hadn't even been sure he could fall in love when he'd met Kris. And honestly, he couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly that made him fall in love with the 6-foot-3-inch ball of fluff and idiocy, because that would lower the rest of his worth.
He gently ran his fingertips over Kris's bicep, blue eyes closed as the taller's longer fingers slid over the soft, silky feathers of his wings. No one had ever touched them before, and...gods he understood why that was such a private affair. His eyes opened just a fraction and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to the top of his lover's head.
