*•~soft feathers to fall for~•*

Prologue

   His eyes were an icy blue with magnificent dark blue streaks that filled his irises and sometimes the pupils, with his silky long white hair hanging over his shoulders he watched the sky fade from a heavenly yellow to the dark black of night. His hand feeling the grass brush beside him as his friend leaning on his chest.

   About to fall asleep in the cold night air underneath the night sky. His friends hand grazing over his chest and resting there, feeling the hand of his friend resting on his chest as he slowly leaned his head into his friends head. Closed his eyes and kept feeling the area around, he glided his hand down from his friends shoulder, letting it wrap around his friends waist, their waist was soft and small with a silky smooth feel to it. His friend let out a small and quiet mumble.

"Not now.."

They sounded as if they were half alseep, letting out a small chuckle he joined them in sleeping underneath the stars on top of the hill. While they slept, the humming of fireflies buzzing around them was faint, the quiet chirps of birds and wing beats of bats flying around them silently.

As the two slept, the sounds of crickets chriping throughout the night was calming the friend. When he awoke by midnight, his eyes looked at the friends fluffy brown hair blowing in the wind. He ruffled his friends hair, messing it up with his hands, feeling the soft silky texture between his fingers.

Before his friend awoke from their slumber, he wrote a letter telling them he was going for a fly. Once he finished writing he stood up, stretching out his arms as a pair of snowy white wings that were twice his size slowly spread out from behind him. The wings were soft and round, they looked as if they were made of clouds.

Looking at his friend he lifted into the sky, his small body not easily seen between the clouds, his wings flapping silently as he flew around the area. When he was above the hill
his friend joined him in the sky.

The friend had large orange wings that were thin and pointed, their wing beats had sound that separated the clouds. As the friend wrapped their arms around his waist, he let out a quiet hoot like noise as they snuggled in the sky for the rest of the night.

The next morning his friend was still holding him close. By now anyone could say they were more than friends, which they would say that was somewhat correct seeing how they were both in a relationship with the same person and they also loved each other.

They are in a poly relationship with each other and their third lover, the three were known as inseparable and to the point where they were each other's closest friends. Nothing will separate them from each other, not even death himself would tear them apart. Over the years they had only grown closer and closer together seeing each other daily and nightly.

Yingone, the main character of this story, will be living a life that not many remember to this day, a life he wished to forget.