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This wasn’t fair. Banished to sit in the corner after in a fight he didn’t even want to be in. Punished for trying to defend himself. The red one was probably just sleeping in their corner, no burden on their back. Icarus kneaded the floor with his paws as he glared at the unheeding surface. What he would give to be able to tear up something right now, just to help release some of this frustration.

The wyngling glanced up as he heard Alma’s voice approaching from one of the halls. His ear nubs perked hopefully, just wishing his time was up. His figure crumpled though as she walked in with a yellow wyngling following. Just a passing conversation then, nothing to do with him. His gaze shifted back to the ground, but wishing the easing of time going by, he tilted his head to hear the chat better.

“I really do appreciate the gift dear, especially with the pranks going on. I’m not immune to receiving any of those, so I’m happy to see this wasn’t one.”

Icarus strained to hear the whispered reply of the wyngling, but they were just much too quiet to hear. Not that it would have been an interesting response. He patted the ground, trying to amuse himself in any other way. He did nothing but think all the time, why was this time so difficult?

“I need to return to my chores now. I’ll see you at dinner, Buttercup.”

Buttercup? Icarus’s nubs perked as he looked up to the yellow wyngling, not attempting to cover his interest in the least this time. His eyes narrowed as he studied her, making it look much as though he was scowling at the poor dear. Yellow coat, blue eyes, she shared both appearance and name with Princess Buttercup from one of the stories his mother had read to him. Her parents obviously had good tastes. Most unfortunate such an honorable wyngling was trapped in such a place as this.

“Pardon me, Buttercup? Could you come over for a moment?”

Buttercup whipped around to stare at him, her eyes wide and stance tense. It was clear that she in no way wanted to come closer, but she slowly crept over. Icarus frowned as he noticed her wary movements. Perhaps she just needed a little confidence boost, and what better way than to be crowned? He gestured her close and stood, slipping his precious headpiece from his own head and onto hers, being careful not to get the curly locks caught in the metal. She stood in place shaking vigorously. He gave her a sympathetic look and tried to coo reassuringly, as his parents had done when he was scared.

“I mean no harm. A princess merely should look the part.”

Buttercup’s eyes watered as she whimpered, her face blooming into a dark red. Horror washed over Icarus as she started breaking down.

“Nonononono, don’t cry. I would not see you weeping.”

It was to no avail. She was a mess and passing wynglings were giving him crude looks. His reassurances became more frantic as she recoiled somewhat. His attempts collapsed in when he saw Alma making a B-line for the two

“Icarus, what has gotten into you lately? First the fight with Rosedrop, now you’re taking out your anger on Buttercup. You’re going to have to spend time out away from others.”

Icarus curled up as Alma scooped him up, “No, Alma, it’s not what it would appear. Please-”

“I don’t want to hear one word out of you. Do you understand?” the wyngro scorned as she began carrying him out of the room. He desperately looked back to Buttercup, hoping she would say something, when the realization his headpiece was being left behind struck him.

“Alm-“

“No.”

“But my-“

“NO. Not. A. Word.”

Icarus’s struggling figure went slack as he stared in defeat after Buttercup. His gaze didn’t break from hers until the doorframe cut off all view. Everything was slowly being torn from him.

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669 words

"Seal my heart and break my pride
I've nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide
Align my heart, my body, my mind
To face what I've done, and do my time"

His first time being nice and he's being punished for it.

Buttercup Hope I managed to keep her in character enough.

6/155

Description

This wasn’t fair. Banished to sit in the corner after in a fight he didn’t even want to be in. Punished for trying to defend himself. The red one was probably just sleeping in their corner, no burden on their back. Icarus kneaded the floor with his paws as he glared at the unheeding surface. What he would give to be able to tear up something right now, just to help release some of this frustration.

The wyngling glanced up as he heard Alma’s voice approaching from one of the halls. His ear nubs perked hopefully, just wishing his time was up. His figure crumpled though as she walked in with a yellow wyngling following. Just a passing conversation then, nothing to do with him. His gaze shifted back to the ground, but wishing the easing of time going by, he tilted his head to hear the chat better.

“I really do appreciate the gift dear, especially with the pranks going on. I’m not immune to receiving any of those, so I’m happy to see this wasn’t one.”

Icarus strained to hear the whispered reply of the wyngling, but they were just much too quiet to hear. Not that it would have been an interesting response. He patted the ground, trying to amuse himself in any other way. He did nothing but think all the time, why was this time so difficult?

“I need to return to my chores now. I’ll see you at dinner, Buttercup.”

Buttercup? Icarus’s nubs perked as he looked up to the yellow wyngling, not attempting to cover his interest in the least this time. His eyes narrowed as he studied her, making it look much as though he was scowling at the poor dear. Yellow coat, blue eyes, she shared both appearance and name with Princess Buttercup from one of the stories his mother had read to him. Her parents obviously had good tastes. Most unfortunate such an honorable wyngling was trapped in such a place as this.

“Pardon me, Buttercup? Could you come over for a moment?”

Buttercup whipped around to stare at him, her eyes wide and stance tense. It was clear that she in no way wanted to come closer, but she slowly crept over. Icarus frowned as he noticed her wary movements. Perhaps she just needed a little confidence boost, and what better way than to be crowned? He gestured her close and stood, slipping his precious headpiece from his own head and onto hers, being careful not to get the curly locks caught in the metal. She stood in place shaking vigorously. He gave her a sympathetic look and tried to coo reassuringly, as his parents had done when he was scared.

“I mean no harm. A princess merely should look the part.”

Buttercup’s eyes watered as she whimpered, her face blooming into a dark red. Horror washed over Icarus as she started breaking down.

“Nonononono, don’t cry. I would not see you weeping.”

It was to no avail. She was a mess and passing wynglings were giving him crude looks. His reassurances became more frantic as she recoiled somewhat. His attempts collapsed in when he saw Alma making a B-line for the two

“Icarus, what has gotten into you lately? First the fight with Rosedrop, now you’re taking out your anger on Buttercup. You’re going to have to spend time out away from others.”

Icarus curled up as Alma scooped him up, “No, Alma, it’s not what it would appear. Please-”

“I don’t want to hear one word out of you. Do you understand?” the wyngro scorned as she began carrying him out of the room. He desperately looked back to Buttercup, hoping she would say something, when the realization his headpiece was being left behind struck him.

“Alm-“

“No.”

“But my-“

“NO. Not. A. Word.”

Icarus’s struggling figure went slack as he stared in defeat after Buttercup. His gaze didn’t break from hers until the doorframe cut off all view. Everything was slowly being torn from him.

-----

669 words

"Seal my heart and break my pride
I've nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide
Align my heart, my body, my mind
To face what I've done, and do my time"

His first time being nice and he's being punished for it.

Buttercup Hope I managed to keep her in character enough.

6/155