Kywitt, Kywitt

     isaac snorts softly, resisting the urge to kiss trich’s head;; he does not want to risk pushing a limit that may be set, so he stays quiet, simply stroking along his little bird’s back. ”i think stuart would threaten to put you in a birdcage anyway, trich.” he laughs gently, fingers carefully raising higher up, grazing along the wings of trich’s shoulderblades before back down his spine. 

     even at trich’s sure words and deadpan look, isaac isn’t so sure if he is right. ”i wouldn’t want to hurt you, little bird.” he mumbles in response, ”ever. but… you know i get nightmares. so just be careful.” he’s almost sure he’d be able to know it was trich even before he was woken, but that didn’t mean isaac didn’t stop worrying. he’s so far into relaxation and his thoughts that he doesn’t realize that his fingers have moved father up and are brushing over trich’s shoulders now, almost at his neck.       ”i’ll always catch you if you fall,” isaac answers without hestiation. and he means it. no matter what trich is falling from — whether it be trees or the sky or a swing, who fucking knows — isaac would be there to catch him. if he was falling for something, isaac would make sure to be the one that stopped it. ”though i’d hope you’d rather stay on the ground with me, since i’m much too heavy to climb trees. plus, wolves hate heights.” which is bullshit, he just doesn’t like climbing trees. much.

Trich can't help but let a small shiver escape him, shoulders shaking gently. "He's threatened to roast me over an open fire before," he adds thoughtfully. "But that may have been because I took his glasses and wouldn't give them back." He's not denying he's a total brat. He's just not saying it outright.

Another head shake. "No, I don't think you could." he says softly. "I think you could get scared and maybe lash out, but I'm almost positive that you would never hurt me. Could never. I'll be careful, though, even though there's no reason to be." He's being perfectly honest. In his mind, there's no possible way Isaac could ever hurt him. He's positive it could never happen. He hardly notices where Isaac's fingers are, instead staring at his blue eyed boy intently.

A smile spreads across his face, shining like the sun. "You mean that?" he asks, tipping his head to the side. "Wolves don't have much opportunity to get up high, not like birds," he points out. "But I'll stay on the ground if it makes you happy." Anything to make Isaac happy.

"Oh, here, there, everywhere…"

"Are you messing with me about the marshmallows? If you are, you should know that I fully intend on tearing this house apart looking for them."

     a laugh passes past isaac’s lips at trich’s

     squeal, grinning and humming happily as he      feels trich nuzzle against his neck once      more. it’s a lovely feeling, really, to have him      so close. after isaac had promised himself that      he wouldn’t allow himself to care so much,      not after allison and erica and boyd and his      mother and his father and his brother — no, he      could not allow that, and yet he was.      all for this little sparrow who came fluttering      in and turned his world upside down.                  he snorts at trich’s admission, lips brushing the                  top of his head as he speaks.                             ”he lets you call him stewie? last time i tried                           to call him he singed one of my eyebrows off.                           then again, i was being rude, but that’s besides                           the point. ”                                     he has to resist the urge to say something when                                     trich’s lips press tightly to his pulse point;                                      swallowing tightly as he runs his hand up and                                     down trich’s back, over and over, the practice                                      enough of a distraction that isaac manages not to ask.                                    isaac shrugs at trich’s words, really not minding                      if trich does end up waking him up. after all,                      it’s not really something he’s unfamiliar with;                      even after all these years, he has nightmares, and                      when someone’s with him, has to wake him up. ”just be careful when you wake me. i don’t want to end up lashing out and hurting you or something.”                i’d probably never forgive myself if i did.                         he doesn’t voice that thought, instead humming in                         curiousity as he considers exactly what they                         could do for the day. maybe just go on a walk                         or something. enjoy nature and things like that.                                     ”want to just go for a walk? maybe out to the                                     preserve, or something like that.”

Dietrich's totally content to just sit there with Isaac, really. Take in his warmth and strong build. It's not often that he feels safe with someone who virtually dwarfs him--usually, it makes him uneasy. And Isaac is taller than him, and bigger, too. But Trich feels safe nonetheless, because he knows that if he's with Isaac, nothing bad will happen to him. He doesn't quite know how he knows, but he does.

"No, if I ever call him Stewie to his face, he generally tries to throw things at my face," he denies, shaking his head a bit. "One time he actually threatened to put me in a birdcage. Granted, I was singing horrid German lullabies to him, but still."

He chirps happily, shrugging. He's not trying to keep from arching up into that touch, no. That would be catlike. And he's a bird. That being said, it's not hard for him to keep from shuddering at the hand on his spine. Really, he's not focused completely on it. That's absurd. Just like Isaac's next words. He lets out a snort, rolling his eyes and leaning back to give his companion a look.

"You would never hurt me, schatz," he says confidently, shaking his head. "I sincerely doubt that you're capable of harming me at all." It's true, as far as he's concerned. Isaac's never going to be a source of danger for him. At the suggestion, he lights up, thinking back to all of the plants and trees in the Preserve. Like home.

"Well, that depends," Trich starts, giving Isaac a very serious look. "If I start climbing trees, will you catch me if I fall?"

"There might be some marshmallows around, if you look carefully."

"Oh?! Where?! Where do I have to look?"

[ He frowns, insulted at the suggestion. ]

"Because I’ve been eating them! Why would I want to do anything to them? They’re delicious, do you want one or not?”

"I don't know you-- I can't just analyze your motives without even knowing your name!"

{Cautiously, he reaches a hand out for one, watching the other carefully.}

[ Oooh, another not-him. Hello, not-him. Don’t mind Robin being i n y o u r f a c e here.]

"Do you like cocoa cookies? I made e x t r a.”

{The sparrow's first move is to back up, be immediately on guard and ready to take flight if need be. But at the mention of cookies, he pauses.}

"How do I know you haven't done anything to them?"

     isaac huffs out a laugh at trich’s words, eyebrow

     quirking. did he actually catch a bit of… defensiveness      in the little bird’s tone? continuing his mindless      tracing of trich’s arms and back, he rolls his eyes and      just gently flicks the other’s hip — making sure not      to flick too hard, of course, because the thought of      even flicking trich too hard makes isaac sick, makes      him worry that he’d follow in the footsteps of his father.                  ”…why would you want to be annoying, though?”                              the question rolls from isaac’s tongue before he                              can really stop it; he does know why someone                               would want to be annoying, of course. it’s quite                              a thing that he once would do; just to piss off                              stiles. he sighs, stilling his restless fingers and                              simply relaxing into the feel of trich’s body leaning                              against his.                                        then there’s lips against his neck and isaac                                        does his best not to react, even though his                                        brain is currently freaking out and trying to figure                                        out if he is just over reacting or if that brush of                                        lips was acutally a kiss. surely, it wasn’t.                            ”i’ll be waiting for that night, then."                    isaac responds, a smile gracing his features                once more as he sighs softly. ”you want to do anything? or just chill  right now?”

A squeal leaves him, more out of surprise than anything, and it sounds faintly like a bird's call. He laughs immediately, nuzzling Isaac's neck again. Trich is perfectly fine where he is, defiantly wiggling around on his...Isaac's lap. Well. That was sort of strange. His Isaac. Not that he doesn't want to think that way, but it's strange to think that. Oh, well. Doesn't matter much. Another laugh escapes his lips.

"Because it's funny to watch Stewie get all upset." he admits, nosing at the other's pulse point and letting his lips graze the warm skin yet again. He doesn't even think about it, not really. He's used to being affectionate. Since Marleen, he hasn't had anyone to pour it all into. If he is kissing Isaac's neck...Well. He's not doing it very noticeably, is he? Besides, it's not like they've actually kissed or addressed how they feel, so he can just pass it off as moving his face around. Because friends do that, right?

Friends straddle each other and cuddle and demand attention from one another, and occasionally sleep together and spend great amounts of time together, right? Isn't that the thing with Americans? Well, Trich doesn't know, and he's not sure he wants to ask Isaac, not since his heart swells at the thought of coming over in the middle of the night with marshmallows and the movies Stuart keeps out of his reach--not the naked ones, though. Even he knows that friends don't watch those together. He doesn't even want to watch them by himself.

"Okay, but don't complain when I wake you up by throwing myself on your bed." He breathes in Isaac's scent, closing his eyes and sighing softly. "Up to you, schatz."