“ there's nothing left to say now.”

"Mm…? What did you make?" Corbin asked sleepily, reluctantly sitting up so he could accept his plate. He yawned a bit and looked down at the food curiously.

“ egg and bacon sandwiches, basically an omelet with toast inside and cheese and bacon bits in the middle. You can add syrup if you want it,” he said and took a bite of his food.

"Mmkay." Corbin took a bite as well, huddling up against Cyrus' side contentedly as he ate. He seemed to like the food well enough, but didn't say much while he was eating.

Cyrus wrapped his wing around corbin and yawned. He finished eating and left to go get something. It was his violin, he did say he'd play for corbin when they got back.

Corbin seemed confused when Cyrus suddenly left, but relaxed when he saw it was just to go fetch his violin. "Are you gonna play something for me?" He asked with a soft smile.

“ yes, I said I would didn’t I?” He said softly and started playing.

( https://youtu.be/EJ09pSuA9hw)

(I'll have to listen to it later since I'm at school rn aha)
"I don't remember a ton from last night, but I'm sure you did." Corbin laughed weakly and settled in to listen.

( ha, same, what period?)

Cyrus finished and set his violin down, “ so wanna get ready, I’m thinking of putting my hair back, or getting it cut.” He said softly and fidgeted with his long hair.

(Uhhh we do blocks instead of periods, and I'm in the third of four)

"Mm… you can do whatever you want with it." Corbin rolled out of bed and rummaged through his drawers for something to wear. "I don't usually do much with my hair."

( oh cool, we used to do that but we had to change, in in fifth rn)

“ my moms always kept my hair long, she said it was too beautiful to cut.bdad always sore I was a girl.” he said with a laugh.

Corbin laughed softly as well and grabbed a sweater and new pants for himself. Not wanting to change in front of Cyrus, he headed into the bathroom to do so.

Cyrus had changed in corbins room, he was halfway through dressing when he heard corbin come out. He was still looking for his uniform shirt “ where the hell is it,”

Corbin flushed and looked away when he saw Cyrus shirtless, not wanting to invade his privacy. "U-Um… are you almost ready to go?" He asked nervously.

“ Yeah, have you seen my shirt? “ he asked, clearly ayokay with corbin seeing him like this. He walked around again. When he turned his back to corbin a back full of scars showed. He back was utterly covered in scars, some deep some lighter. Though the most peculiar would have been a circle with a slash through it.

"U-Um… no, I… I haven't…" Corbin stammered in reply, taking notice of the scars after a few seconds. He eyed them with a confused, concerned expression. "Hey… um… Cyrus?" He asked softly. "What… happened to your back?"

Cyrus flinched a bit, closing his wings to cover them “ it's lessons learned. “ he mumbled softly. “ found it..” he said and slipped his shirt on. “ ready?” he held his hand out, his eyes seemed to tear up a bit at the mention of the scars.

"Cyrus…" Corbin pleaded softly, heading closer to him. Cyrus' words didn't reassure him at all either. "Are you alright? What happened?" He asked, taking Cyrus' hand in his own. "It's alright. Is there anything I can do to help."

Cyrus turned to look at corbin. “ when I came home the night you got. You know. Those cuts on my face were from my father, all the same on my back. The only one that wasn't his marks let on me is the scar is the scar of a soldier. Anyone of blue jay blood has that scar burned into their back from a young age. There was no choice for me, just like there's no choice for crows to be targeted. “

"I don't want to let him hurt you, Cy… I don't want you to get hurt any more than you want me to get hurt" Corbin held a bit tighter to Cyrus, seeming nervous. "He shouldn't be hurting you like that. You haven't done anything wrong. Not that bad behavior is an excuse to hurt your kids anyway…"

“ yeah, but that's how things go. The world sees him as a good man. There's nothing I can do cori” he said softly. He moved to go forward,” we need to go or ill be late.

Corbin sighed and reluctantly followed Cyrus, clearly not convinced. "I just think that there should be something that can be done about that, I dunno. It's not fair."

“ I was taught that life wasn't fair, and then I got you, so I believe that's pretty fair. Shitty dad and a wonderfully perfect boyfriend. “ he said kindly as they walked outside.

"You deserve a good dad who doesn't hurt you, though." Corbin insisted, holding tightly to Cyrus' hand. "Are we flying to training?" He asked softly.

“ no, not after yesterday. I'm just going to walk. Honestly, it's not that far, “ he said and started walking to the training facility. Once they got there Cyrus stood out on the field with a few other students. His two friends stayed near corbin, cracking jokes about Cyrus bad posture or other things.

"Okay…" Corbin kept close, internally sighing in relief that he didn't have to be in the air again so soon. He seemed nervous when they were separated, fidgeting with his wings as he stood with Cyrus' friends. He looked pretty small and fragile where he stood watching Cyrus from the stands.

Cyrus took to the air, today was speed training. Cyrus shot across the air with the other students, and as every one of them got close to the finish line they had things thrown at them without a moment's notice. Everyone including Cyrus was knocked out of the sky, two of them fell on their stomachs but the blue jay had something they didn't, hummingbird genes. He flipped over and kicked off the ground, shooting back up into the sky.