First Day Jitter-Jitters (closed)

[Spiderfly]

It was around two weeks later, Malc glanced at the calender. No, not quite. Week and a half. He rubbed his eyes and leaned against the desk. Gah, he hadn't been sleeping well lately. He could have sworn that day that there had been someone in the drapes, there had to be. And the window propped open? Had that been like that before he sat around like an idiot for an hour?

Pascha must have escaped through that open window there was no other reason. Ever since he had tried to be sneaky, glancing behind random things to try and catch the little owl at his game. But it didn't seem as if he was playing it anymore. He had probably been so close to catching him that the little male was scared off his game.

Malc groaned in frustration. So close. Then he grinned, he must have gotten him good by bending over to get him to give away his position. Oh yes, in that he had accomplished. Well, he was tired, and paperwork wasn't getting done, so Malc stood and went to go take a walk around the palace.

[Greenie]

Pascha was about to throw something off the desk he was sitting at, stomp on it, crush the pieces and then throw the shards out the window at the first unsuspecting person he saw, because suspecting people weren't fun to throw things at.

The owl wasn't having a good day.

He had gotten about as much sleep as when he'd been with his uncle--very, very little--and his body was pent up from him simply stringing himself out mentally. He was about to snap and knew it, and unlike most people's versions of having an anxiety attack, his tended to leave rooms trashed and people bleeding. Rarely did Pascha ever reach this point and he knew he had to do something about it, because another few days of pacing around his room and avoiding Ader (Which was not an easy feat, period) was going to either land him in a mental hospital or worse, simply get him stuck in his own mind. He had no wish to live in there permanently, it was a scary place, really.

Pascha forced himself to stop pacing and to start analyzing his thoughts, because he wasn't going to get anywhere without some clean frame of mind. Okay, so maybe he liked guys more than he liked girls.. or.. didn't really like girls at all. They were nice people-things, but not really attractive. (He didn't get the boob thing, why would you want squishy when you could have.. not squishy?) And maybe he liked Malc.. a lot. (Too much. Enough that he stalked him for a week and a half and had to fly out a window to avoid getting caught.) Pascha had never been in a relationship before and thus had no idea if he was interpretting signals right--if there WERE any signals to interpret--but if Malc was going to do things like wiggle his butt at him and stare at draperies for him, Pascha would be damned if he'd let him get off the hook for that.

It then occured to Pascha that, damn, Aderlass was going to get wayyy too much of a kick out of this. He sighed and rubbed at his forehead. The owl felt a bit better in his self-acceptance, but there was still another half of the problem to resolve.. or.. not resolve, but deal with nonetheless. He headed out of the room he'd been hiding out in for nearly two days (thankfully Aderlass didn't seem to be around) and began stalking the halls for Malchiah.

Lucky for him, the pretty little (well less little and more big) sparrow seemed to have decided to take a walk, for there he was, right in front of Pascha. He didn't give himself time to think about it but approached him, pushed him into the wall and turned him to face him all in the same motion, then caged him in with his arms (yay for having arms in bipedal) and got very, very close. He slowly rose an eyebrow, but only said, "You are driving me absolutely crazy," In a very soft but distinct voice.

[Spiderfly]

Malchiah continued down the hallway whistling as he went. Ah yes, this had been exactly what he needed, a good stretch of his legs. Perhaps he'd finally be able to catch Pascha stalking him, but he doubted it. It seemed as if the owl had truly and finally given up. . . Pity.

And suddenly, BAM! Malchiah found himself pressed against the wall by a tiny little white thing. Oh hello Pashca! Slowly he grinned and suddenly leaned in, preening a feather on Pascha's cheek making sure to breathe warmly on the little male's face.

"Likewise little bird." Then he lowered his voice, a very masculine look crossing through his eyes. "If we both had real mouths you'd so be in trouble right now."

His own arms laced quickly around Pascha's smaller lean form and pulled him in close. Malc's eyes looked down at the owl's, a twinkle sparkling behind them.

[Greenie]

Pascha had absolutely no idea what he had been expecting (was he expecting anything? Perhaps he had simply thought Malc would disappear) but what Malc did was not it. The feather Malc abruptly began preening felt strange, as if it had either a) lost all sensation or b) was receiving far too much sensation, he couldn't tell which.

The sparrow's words took a moment to seep in but by the time it hit him that Malc was agreeing with him and that was a good thing he was already in Malc's arms (the arms having been caging him in were now around the sparrow of their own accord) and damn if he wasn't comfortable there. "Would I, now?" That in itself made him wish he had his human form, but his bipedal was all that had manifested.. so it would just have to do, now wouldn't it? "Not everything requires a mouth.." To prove his point he gave him a lovenip on his neck (and started to wish that he was just a tad bit taller. Damn those scant inches!) before looking up to meet his gaze, an eyebrow quirked.

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[Spiderfly]

Malchiah smiled, eyes hooding slightly as Pascha's arms went from caging to firmly wrapped around. He knew it, he knew the owl would come around to his charm. And now, he had the little male firmly in his grasp. He shivered just slightly at that play of hard muscle and soft downy feather beneath his own feathered hands.

"Oh yes. . so very much trouble." Malc said before a surprised chirp escaped him as Pascha nipped at his neck. If he could purr, he would have.

The sparrow mimicked his eyebrow raise with a chuckle before moving away pulling the owl by the hand.


. .. .


Malchiah was laying on the bed. His head was turned to the side on his crossed arms, stomach down. Ah, what a beautiful wonderful day. The sheets and covers were mussed, barely coming up to cover his hips to leave his back wonderfully bare.

He stretched with a lazy smile and looked over his shoulder. "Pascha?"

[Greenie]

Pascha was laying the opposite way, with his back down, but he was laying under Malc's wing as opposed to using covers--who needed sheets when you had a warm feathery limb? The owl wasn't quite asleep but was in a drowsy state of mind; his eyes were closed and he wasn't moving much, aside from the feather he was absently playing with. He wasn't quite preening it, but he was ruffling it (and the feathers around it consequently) and then smoothing it back down. This particular feather was neither blue nor white but was blue and white, and so he also occasionally traced the pattern of swirls on the wing.. what he could reach, at least.

When Malc spoke his name he responded with a vague "Mmmhm?" and then frowned a bit, because Malc was moving his wing as he stretched. His own wings, along with the rest of his body were curled up into a very comfortable ball-like shape, and he had no intention of moving unless Malc made him.

[Spiderfly]

Malchiah grinned and laughed warmly, like only a very satisfied male could. He stopped moving his body but reached over a hand to tickle at the bottom of one of Pascha's feet. It had been a good afternoon. Both of the birds had met in the hallway, with quite an impact too. Malchiah had taken the opportunity to promptly drag the small white owl to his bedchambers and thankfully it had gone over quite well.

"Nothing, just seeing if you were awake. . . Comfy?" He asked over his shoulder with a grin. Oh he did look comfy, Malc probably shouldn't move. .. but. . Oh he just /had/ to. Suddenly Malchiah flipped onto his back and crawled on top of Pascha putting them beak to beak. He grinned into the owl's face and wiggled his butt.

"Now that I know you are . . " He laughed and began to tickle Pascha feverishly, not quite sure if the male was ticklish or not.

[Greenie]

Pascha yawned a bit, his foot retracting away from the fiendish hand instinctively. The feather he was playing with suddenly came loose of it's own accord, and he pouted.. and then grabbed it. Malc feather! Now, if only he had a discarded shirt...

"Oh, I'm awake," He responded with a bit of a leer. "And yes, yes I a--hey. HEY!" The owl protested as his blanket was removed very quickly.. but was appeased when it was replaced with a much warmer body. He tucked his wings against his side to contain any heat that was considering escaping, and tucked his hands up into Malc's chest feathers.

Of course, Malc then decided to try to tickle him.. what he didn't know was that Pascha wasn't ticklish, not in the slightest. He was, however, pokeable--and that was enough to make him frown at the sparrow. Damn, he was going to have to move his hands. Before Malc had much of a chance to even think about poking him Pascha grabbed his hands with his own and laced their fingers together while drawing their combined hands up to rest on Pascha's shoulders. "Hey now, none of that," He chided with a smile and a raised eyebrow. "I'm not ticklish, thankyouverymuch, but if you poke me I might lock you up in a closet, and don't think I'd be joining you."

[Spiderfly]

Malchiah put on a very very fake pouting face and leaned back on his hips as far as he could to look down at the male beneath him. "Lock me in a closet? Without you? Well now I'd just have to have some fun all by myself wouldn't I?" Oh yes, it would be nice to see Pascha blush, so he was going to try.

"It's not like we're not equipt to handle that sort of situation, what with the opposable thumbs bit. Bipedal really does come in handy doesn't it?" He laughed and made a small warbling noise before pitching forwards again, snuggling up against the owl. "Perhaps I'll have to remember you're pokeable later, but for now. . " He trailed off, snuggling up against his shoulder.

"You really have soft feathers you know.." Pascha was left with a very big sparrow sprawled completely over him, feet hanging off the bed.

(want to skip time again to when Malc's sick?)