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Pretty Birds are Quiet Birds

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CW: muzzling, noncon touch (nonsexual), dehumanization,

Sebastian shifted from foot to foot, the chill air moving slowly through the room. He huddles against his feathers; vainly, he tries to glean a drop of warmth from the down, but it is as cold as he is. Arms bound tightly behind his back and under his wings ache from restricted blood flow. Dark eyes peer through golden bars. The metal smiles at him mockingly.

The door swings open, and green ropes come prancing in. The soft clinking of jewelry rings in Sebastian’s ears. He watches the Prince step inside, crown and royal regalia adorning his person. A pair of pale green eyes, filled with malignant curiosity, watches him from the doorway. The Prince lazily tosses his cloak onto the back of a chair. He walks up close to the golden cage.

“Hello Pretty Bird,” he coos, “Miss me.”

“No,” Sebastian hisses, hackles raising, “You weren’t gone long enough.”

Prince Tyr slams the side of his fist into the side of the hanging cage. Sebastian is thrown off of his perch and into the back of the cage. He lands awkwardly on a wing; a strangled squawk leaves his throat. The wing throbs as Sebastian rolls onto his knees, his head spinning.

“Last I checked,” Tyr says, “Pretty Birds don’t speak.”

“Well I’m not a bird so you’re out of luck.”

Tyr grabs the cage and pulls it toward him, tipping it at an angle where Sebastian tumbles back onto his wings. Contained frustration pools behind Tyr’s eyes. Sebastian flaps in a futile attempt to right himself. Tyr holds the cage for a moment, knuckles whitening around the bars before swinging it into the wall. Sebastian tumbles forward, and his face slams onto the floor of the cage. Drops of silver blood drip from the Areovian’s nose spatter across the golden floor.

“A pity really,” Tyr chuckles, “The harness I ordered for you has been delayed.”

Sebastian hisses through a wince, “Fuck you, you royal pain in my ass!”

Tyr reaches over and pulls a steel knife from his belt. It glints menacingly in the lantern light. “It would be a pity if I had to silence my beautiful bird.”

“Do it,” Sebastian leans his head against the bars, “Then I wouldn’t have to deal with you as much.”

Tyr pauses, his eyes trailing from Sebastian’s eyes to the knife, “Maybe, but I got to help wiht you’re little noise problem.”

The Princ walks over to a basket under his desk, “I heard stell and Areovian’s don’t get along, something to do with you’re kinds mana or somehting.”

“What are you gonna do, stab me?” Sebastian growls, his wings rising above his head.

“No, my brother did gift me with something before he left for the front,” Tyr chuckles, “Something designed for pretty birds who make to much noise.”

Sebastian flaps and stands upright. Rage boils in his bones like magma under a slumbering island. He watches as Tyr pulls out something and quickly hides it behind his back. Then, with a skip in his step, Prince Tyr approaches the cage.

“Come here pretty bird,” he coos like one would coo at an animal, “Daddy’s got you gift.”

“Fuck you.”

“Ts ts ts bad birds get punished my pretty,” Tyr chuckles, “Come here.”

“Get in this cage an make me you Quilian bastard!”

Tyr’s expression drops. Shoving it, the swings forward and slams into the back wall a second time, leaving an indent. Sebastian falls forward and falls into the front of the cage. Tyr reaches forward and grips onto Sebastian’s hair. With the hand holding the object, he slams it onto Sebastian’s face.

Steel. The cold burn of steel presses into Sebastian’s face. He tries to pull away, hairpieces being ripped out of his head as he struggles. The one thing he couldn’t deny was that the Prince was strong. Slam, he shoves Sebastian’s face into the floor and buckling the straps in place. Then, after a bit of tugging, he lets Sebastian go.

Shaking his head, he tries to dislodge the object strapped to his face. Pained calls and whines fill the room, and Tyr leans back and watches. Sebastian rubs his face against the bars, tears spilling from his eyes, and the freezing heat eats into his face.

“Pretty bird,” Tyr murmurs, “stop thrashing, the muzzle not going anywhere.”

Sebastian trembles, his wings jerking and flapping as the pain cuts through his rational mind like talons through flesh. Eventually, he stills. The ring of steel inside the muzzle burns an imprint into his face. Tears roll freely down his face.

Tyr reaches in and runs his fingers over iridescent feathers. They shudder in both pain and disgust at the Prince’s touch. Finally, Tyr smiles, “See, much quieter now.”

Sebastian moves away from the Prince’s hand, hatred welling with his tears.

“Oh we’ll have to break you of that,” Tyr sighs, “But until then, you look so pretty like this.”