Random fact: In 1928 a visionary Russian poet Vladimir Mayakovsky visited Paris for the first time and wrote a poem about the slutty, slutty time he had there, ending with:
Prompt 26/15: “I’m dying”/ “Don’t die on me- please.”
The distance between them was filled with static and the heavy stench of blood.
“Host.” The name came with the acrid taste of gunpowder, souring his mouth as he scrambled to the fallen man. “Host!”
He could barely feel the sharp pebbles digging into his knees as he slid to a crouch, could barely hear the rip of fabric as he wrenched away the Host’s shirt with an almost brutal strength so he could get to the bullet wound.
No one is sure how Host ended up as a child. It baffles everyone, but they decide to just make do until a solution presents itself. The small boy with fluffy, downy wings, is undeniably adorable, Edward decides as he picks Host up to carry him down to the kitchen for lunch.
Host coos and chirps at him, wings flapping in excitement as Edward mentions chicken nuggets for lunch. Edward laughs softly, shutting one eye as one wing flaps upward and smacks the side of his face. “Host, try and control those wings of yours for me?” He requests, smiling as the child blushes and tucks his wings back to his sides. “Sorry Eddie.” The child huffs, and Edward places a gentle kiss on his head.
“It’s alright, Host. You didn’t mean to.” Host bounces back, then, feathers smoothing from where they had puffed up while the child pouted. He grins blindly up at Edward, begin to wriggle excitedly again when they reach the kitchen and he can smell the nuggets. Bim giggles at the sight of the small owl boy in Doc’s arms, watching the doctor settle Host down at the table.
“Who’s ready for some chicken nuggies?” Bim coos, carrying the plate over and dramatically placing it down in front of Host. Host lets out a thrilled screech which is less cute but definitely in tune with the bird of which his wings originate.
The child settles in to eat, and Edward heads off to continue his work covering how to get Host back to normal.
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