CCCC/HMS Oneshots

plucking (heart)

A/N: self harm warning
super short quick mediocre one, nothing fun. during my research for blood feather i discovered that birds can pluck their own feathers due to stress. so i yawped about it.

Pluck!

I wince, but it's addictive.

The relief that embraces me as I make my wings bare with nothing but hemorrhages. It artfully seduces me into giving myself that moment of agony, simply so I can relish in its twisted blanket of apparent retribution. Often times my mind grasps the idea of truth, that it's all false, but when it comes to moments like this–

Pluck!

such as after an argument with Mind; can you blame me? I admit, I take every word he mutters to heart; my essence, my core– it singes my spirit little by little, yet instead of ash it melts into tears, slipping down my cheeks in throngs. He makes me feel weak. He always snickers at me when I try to hurt him, just turning me into the butt of the joke. It just–

Pluck!

crushes me. It seizes my shoulders and launches me to the ground, cruelly crushing my ribcage with its hoof, screaming at me that I'm weak. And I am.

Pluck!

Oh, to be as strong as Soul or Mind, I could only dream. Yet, I am condemned to being the definition of weak.

Pluck!

Condemned to being pushed away. Left to rot. Left out of their minds because Mind–

Pluck!

My plucks grow infuriated.

All because Mind refuses to have it any other way. If that bastard considered compromise just ONCE–

Pluck!

Oh, if that man had wings I would meticulously pluck each and every single one of his feathers and make him feel every little pinch. I'd leave him raw. Oh how I'd just love to take a hold of that man's throat and–

...

Where are my feathers?

I curtain myself with my van, reaching my hands out only to feel bare flesh, littered with sparse tufts of fur and– blood? Shit– I must've pulled out pin feathers.

I scramble to my feet, my wings now stinging with awareness. My hands grope blindly around the air, taking a hold of the lever that permits my door, and tugging it open. I sprint out into the corridor, wailing.

"SOOUUUULLL!!"