Little! phil

Cg! Mumza

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Shaking snow of the feathers of wings, or what remained of them, phil walked through his home. Hanging his coat upon the coat rack in the corner, before starting a fire. Feeling the warmth of the fire spread through his body, warming him up to the bone. Slipping off his boots, he began to prepare the home for a long awaited visit. Making sure his room was tidy and clean, the god couldn't help but begin to bounce on the balls of his feet in excitement. It had been so long sense he had last seen his love. Knowing she was coming today, he wished to make everything feel comforting and lovely for her. Walking back to the living area, phil did not notice how his mind grew hazy, his limbs feeling heavy and that of a wet spaghetti noodle. Sitting himself close to the fire, he was careful as he hung the kettle over it. Preparing warm tea for when she arrived, phil did not know when she was coming, but knew it would not take her very long.

Sitting himself on the couch, he pulled furs over his legs, warming himself. Sighing happily, phil was not prepared for the dramatic drop in mental state. It frightened him almost immediately, sending him into a small panic. Pulling his knees close to his chest, phil whimpered softly. Running his fingers through the rabbit fur blanket, slowly calming himself. Once calm, he noticed how hard it was to move, it took so much energy to do anything. Whining, he was not very happy with it, letting his head fall against the cushion of the couch. Phil heard a gentle knock at the door, quickly, his eyes darted to the window. Trying to see if he could see anyone there, but could not. Beginning to get frustrated with not being able to talk or move enough to get to the door, phil did the only thing he could do. Which was to cry, cry until somehow it magically became better.

Phil cried and cried, not noticing the door open. Or even his beloved swiftly walking, almost gliding, towards him. Her loving arms wrapped around him, gently petting his hair. "Oh my sweet baby bird, why do these tears fall upon your face" she asked, gently wiping them away with her thumb. Not able to answer her, phil just grabbed her thumb, shaking it around as he sniffled, Hiccuping every now and then. Kristen smiled down at the boy, her lips making there way to hus forehead. "I understand my love, let mama make it better" and with that, the goddess took the kettle off the fire. Pouring out the water and replacing it with milk, heating it up just barely for Phil. Meanwhile, phils fur blanket had found its way into his mouth, gently suckling on it. Kristen noticed, laughing softly she took it away from his mouth, replacing it with his soother. "There little birdy, use this instead" she cooed, earning a small chirp in response.

Pouring the heated milk in a bottle, the goddess sat down. Scooting Phil into her lap, allowing for phil to snuggle up to her and begin to drink from the bottle. Clinging to the front of her dark dress, the cold did not bother her, so the coolness of phils fingertips did nothing. Pulling away, phil hid his face, signaling he was finished with his drink. Kristen smiled once more, wrapping her arms around him, warming him with her touch "thats my good crow, oh how I've missed my boy" she whispered in his ear, earning a small giggle. Phil slowly became mentally older, only by slightly, but enough to move on his own. Lifting up his head, a smile spread across his face. Planting a small smooch against her cheek "lub you" he mumbled, wiggling back into his previous comfortable position. "I love you too angel" the goddess said fondly, running her fingers through phils hair. Keeping her arms protectivly around him, until small snores emitted from the feathered boy.