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Events Leading up to this: [Part 1 ] [Part 2 ] [Part 3 ]
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[Part 1 ] - [Part 2 ] - [Part 3 ] - [Part 4 (you are here] - [Part 5 ]
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CW: Hints of Sexual Content, tread lightly.

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The look in your eyes will turn to surprise

As you feel the pain and you realize

The one hurting you is somebody who

Once said "I love you"

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The first thing he noticed when he woke up was how his body absolutely refused to pull itself up. The slow movement of one arm, after another, pushing against whatever invisible force that kept forcing him down. A low groan accompanied him when he did. The whole world spun around his eyes before settling down. He closed his eyes and covered it with his clawed fingers, allowing himself to gain his bearings. The throbbing in his head pounded against him. Screaming curses and vile words at him for his transgressions.

He raised his head, opening his eyes to look around his room. Normally, normally, it was kept clean, but there were clothes everywhere and a few things that he was not in the right mind to mention right now. His books, his candle, hell even his closet was a mess. Ira would have been impressed if it wasn’t for the fact that he was trying to piece together what the hell happened.

That was when he noticed something...different from the corner of his vision. He froze, as if almost too afraid to look. What was on the other side? Some more clothes perhaps? Maybe Berchmans? Or another wyngro?

Ira tentatively moved his hand in fear, and just as he thought, there was fur. A really soft scruff of fur that he couldn’t help but to touch. He noted that there was a different scent in the room...something familiar yet not at the same time….

Before he could put his fingers on it on his own, the curiosity made him turn his head to look down.

He cursed at himself for what he saw.

‘It was him, of all wyngro!’ Ira mentally screamed.

It was a small brown wyngro who had been harassing Ira for a while now.

It was Finnegan.

He was sleeping on his bed like nothing had happened, hell, they were leaning into his touch. The flood gate of thoughts broke down, Ira drowned in how this could have happened...and why did he look so cute like this? Honestly it should have been illegal. Especially with the way their ears twitched in their sleep. Their dark red hair is messier than usual, well, Finnegan’s fur is looking messier than usual too. Ira could see the blooming purple and red across various small spots around their scarred neck. He wasn't supposed to grow attached to this, this wasn't supposed to be normal.

Ira didn’t know why, but he also felt the pride blossom in his chest looking at the marks. It was his doing, and no one else's.

Ira could piece together things just from that alone...a sapped up Ira took Finnegan to his bedroom last night. Honestly he didn’t know how to feel, and he didn’t want Finnegan to wake up to find out. The list of emotions was getting longer and longer each moment he looked at him sleeping so peacefully, it was like he was in a civil war with himself. Ira reached out to touch his hair, their sleepy head leaned into his hand with a little mewl like a newborn knitten. That display alone made Ira’s cheeks flare to life.

‘Fuck you, and making things so complicated, what am I going to do with you?’

Ira knew that he was going to need to do so much chant work to make up for what happened last night. He hoped that chii’falla would forgive him for doing whatever he did last night. Considering how much of a mess his room was well...he would need to do it for a very long time.

For now, his hand wasn’t his own. It was too busy caressing his body for each simple touch, watching how he reacted so positively to his touch that Ira even began to question if he was still asleep in the first place. He should be disgusted, this wyngro in front of him broke several chii’falla statues, burned scrolls of chii’fallas word and probably even vandalized the chant for all he knew. Not to mention the various pranks Finnegan had pulled on him during magic class and in the cranny….Yet, yet here Ira was...debating, and Finn sleeping as peacefully as a pampered spoiled coatala in front of a winter’s fire.

Worst of all, he was liking it. A lot, actually.

That might be the worst thing about this.

Ira decided to pull away, hearing the soft whimper of loss of touch made his heart break even more.

Ira can’t do this, he just can’t...he doesn’t know if his heart could handle it.

Ira would make breakfast, give it to Finnegan, then tell him to get out and don’t go near him again. That was a good plan, right?

Except it wasn’t.

Ira would miss this.

It was better for them both...Ira had to focus on chii’falla, Finnegan would move on, and all would be well. He had Roxas anyways, he should be fine, right?

‘Do it, I dare you, or are you going to pray that I'd apologize? Hm?’

‘I would love you for everything you are, everything they call ‘broken’ and ‘unlovable’, no matter what,’

'The ghosts of my past have found a home with you, and that type of love owns my skin and bones.'

“Stupid brat,” Ira huffed in a whisper, getting up to go to the kitchen to get Finnegan and himself some breakfast.

Reed was still locked in his room, that was normal. Ira didn’t really know when they had planned to get him out, maybe when the clean up effort actually started waking up? Either way he went into the kitchen, making a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs with bacon before returning to the room.

When he did come back however, he didn’t expect to see what he saw.

There was Finnegan, fully awake, their eyes fixated at the door waiting for Ira to come in.

"Hey," They spoke, their voice sounded...weaker than it did before. A lot more open and raw as if exposed to the elements. Ira came closer, Finn's ears perked up. They met with a single soft kiss on their forehead. Ira set down their tray while ruffling up their hair with the other. Finnegan leaned in, giving soft murmurs of joy.

"Hey," Ira spoke, "I got you breakfast,"

Finnegan smiles, their cheeks a soft pink, "Aww, thanks hon,"

Ira's heart felt like tearing at that moment. He had to rip off the bandage now before he could get too attached-

Ira sighed, looking at Finnegan. It hurt him so much to do this, and if he had to be honest with himself this little game of cat and mouse they had been playing together long before this was some of the most fun he had in months despite the fact it angered him to his core.

All good things must come to an end, and for that he was afraid.

Ira did genuinely like Finnegan. Well, on chii'falla's name, love, Finnegan even. They were definitely far more intelligent than Ira had originally given him credit for. Despite their dislike of the chant Finnegan was never really the one to push their ideals on him. They were two halves of the same coin so to speak- and Ira did definitely feel happier after talking to them. Especially on the days where it was the both of them alone, they would talk for hours and hours about anything, really.

He should stop being selfish, he couldn’t keep him. He couldn’t hold them like this, nor kiss him. Seeing them smile because of him was not a privilege he can afford nor deserved. He had a duty to the chant- that was more important than anything. How would chii’falla look at them? They were an eggless union. Ira and Finn both know that they wouldn't be able to make an egg together. If they can't make an egg together, it wasn’t meant to be. Wasn’t that something that Graw’falla said once?

Besides, he had Roxas, he seemed like a nice gro despite his doubts. They made a cute couple to boot and Finn was probably having his egg anyways, Finn would be fine.

Ira opened his maw, but the words didn’t come out. Finnegan had been eating his food, Ira was thankful that the smaller wyngrew at least enjoyed his cooking. He heard complaints from some of the wyngrew who worked in kitchen duty about how picky they were about the food they cooked.

“Finnegan,” Ira finally managed, “We can’t do this anymore,”

That made Finnegan drop the fork, the food on it, and the food in their mouth to the plate, all at once.

“Um, I beg your fucking pardon? Say that again? What do you mean by ‘we can’t do this anymore’?”

“We can’t do this anymore, Finn,” Ira motions to the mess around his room. The clothes on the floor, the empty sap bottles and Finnegan himself on his bed.

Finnegan glared at Ira, “What is wrong with this then?” Finnegan asked him, “Because you seemed perfectly fine with it last night,” They pointed out, the anger rising in his voice, “Or are you worried that grandmaster puckoo over that the puckoo yard is gonna point the finger at you and call you a naughty boy in front of everyone at the chant social?"

Ira glares at Finnegan, “Stop, I’m being serious,”

Finnegan’s eyes start to water, “Yeah? Well so am I,” Finnegan sobbed, “You told me that you love me last night, didn’t that matter to you at all? Or was it the sap talking?” Finnegan was interrogating Ira at this point, “If I was just some side gro I would have at least appreciated that you were up front about it instead of playing with my heart!”

“Finnegan, I do love you, but the chant, I have a duty to the-”

“Oh, so that’s it? You’ve decided that the chant was more important than this?” Finnegan points between themself and Ira, “Whatever the fuck this is now?” Finnegan placed the food plate on the edge of the bed. They got off the bed and started to pick up their clothes from the ground. “Or was it that YOU are not worth more than the chant?”

“Finnegan, wait, let me explain please,”

“No no no, I knew everything the moment you brought the chant into this,” Once they got all of their clothes, they looked up at Ira. Finnegan was using every single ounce of willpower to not cry. Their eyes watering and trickling of tears fell on their cheeks, “You’ve decided that the chant is more important than your happiness,” Finnegan’s ears fell as they took a deep breath, “You decided that the chant is worth more than your life,” Ira stands there in shock, wanting to reach out but is too afraid to even touch them, “And if you’re going to do that to yourself, then I can’t stop you, but I will not stand here and watch you slowly kill yourself!”

“Finn-”

Finnegan opened the door to Ira’s room, “When you finally decide to be selfish, that you deserve to be happy just like everyone else, you know where my room is,” Finnegan gives Ira one last look, then looking out into the hallway, “I love you too, Ira.”

Finnegan closed the door, and he was gone.

Ira stood there, alone with finally having him gone. Ira was able to focus on his chant duties, and he might leave him alone now…

The room felt colder, emptier than it did before.

The smell of coffee and old books faint on his nuzzle.

Oh look, he even forgot his scarf...was he even wearing that burnt thing last night?

All of the memories of last night, the happiest he felt in a long time, play in his head like a broken record. Repeating again and again, seeing his blushing face, their beautiful woodsy brown eyes, the way Finnegan looked at him with such love and affection. How soft their lips were when he kissed them, his little laugh and giggle snorts when Ira finally landed a joke that they found funny. The way his little buttwings flapped when he got extra excited over something. His whole body wiggled like some excited runeboo. What had happened last night was something that Ira treasured dearly, and now any chance of that happening again was...gone...all because of him...

Ira held a hand over his heart and started to cry. He felt the overwhelming sensation of loss hit him like an ori kick to the chest. He tried to pray to chii’falla to end his suffering, but no one answered. All the answers he got were his tears.
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Somebody we'll pay back all we've borrowed
What we loved today we'll lose tomorrow
But I won't need to wait for my share of sorrow
Because I always kill the things I love

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Happy shovel day folks, Mystery & me will now dig our graves-

for part 5 of the cranny party augh,,, :')

ty MURD3RMYST3RY for lining and the story imgoingtostillkillyou

Wyngro’s Name: Ira
Floor & Room#: 1-7A
Which part of the Cranny is this: Ira's Room
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7/754
WYN TRACKER

Description

Events Leading up to this: [Part 1 ] [Part 2 ] [Part 3 ]
--
[Part 1 ] - [Part 2 ] - [Part 3 ] - [Part 4 (you are here] - [Part 5 ]
--

CW: Hints of Sexual Content, tread lightly.

--

The look in your eyes will turn to surprise

As you feel the pain and you realize

The one hurting you is somebody who

Once said "I love you"

------------
The first thing he noticed when he woke up was how his body absolutely refused to pull itself up. The slow movement of one arm, after another, pushing against whatever invisible force that kept forcing him down. A low groan accompanied him when he did. The whole world spun around his eyes before settling down. He closed his eyes and covered it with his clawed fingers, allowing himself to gain his bearings. The throbbing in his head pounded against him. Screaming curses and vile words at him for his transgressions.

He raised his head, opening his eyes to look around his room. Normally, normally, it was kept clean, but there were clothes everywhere and a few things that he was not in the right mind to mention right now. His books, his candle, hell even his closet was a mess. Ira would have been impressed if it wasn’t for the fact that he was trying to piece together what the hell happened.

That was when he noticed something...different from the corner of his vision. He froze, as if almost too afraid to look. What was on the other side? Some more clothes perhaps? Maybe Berchmans? Or another wyngro?

Ira tentatively moved his hand in fear, and just as he thought, there was fur. A really soft scruff of fur that he couldn’t help but to touch. He noted that there was a different scent in the room...something familiar yet not at the same time….

Before he could put his fingers on it on his own, the curiosity made him turn his head to look down.

He cursed at himself for what he saw.

‘It was him, of all wyngro!’ Ira mentally screamed.

It was a small brown wyngro who had been harassing Ira for a while now.

It was Finnegan.

He was sleeping on his bed like nothing had happened, hell, they were leaning into his touch. The flood gate of thoughts broke down, Ira drowned in how this could have happened...and why did he look so cute like this? Honestly it should have been illegal. Especially with the way their ears twitched in their sleep. Their dark red hair is messier than usual, well, Finnegan’s fur is looking messier than usual too. Ira could see the blooming purple and red across various small spots around their scarred neck. He wasn't supposed to grow attached to this, this wasn't supposed to be normal.

Ira didn’t know why, but he also felt the pride blossom in his chest looking at the marks. It was his doing, and no one else's.

Ira could piece together things just from that alone...a sapped up Ira took Finnegan to his bedroom last night. Honestly he didn’t know how to feel, and he didn’t want Finnegan to wake up to find out. The list of emotions was getting longer and longer each moment he looked at him sleeping so peacefully, it was like he was in a civil war with himself. Ira reached out to touch his hair, their sleepy head leaned into his hand with a little mewl like a newborn knitten. That display alone made Ira’s cheeks flare to life.

‘Fuck you, and making things so complicated, what am I going to do with you?’

Ira knew that he was going to need to do so much chant work to make up for what happened last night. He hoped that chii’falla would forgive him for doing whatever he did last night. Considering how much of a mess his room was well...he would need to do it for a very long time.

For now, his hand wasn’t his own. It was too busy caressing his body for each simple touch, watching how he reacted so positively to his touch that Ira even began to question if he was still asleep in the first place. He should be disgusted, this wyngro in front of him broke several chii’falla statues, burned scrolls of chii’fallas word and probably even vandalized the chant for all he knew. Not to mention the various pranks Finnegan had pulled on him during magic class and in the cranny….Yet, yet here Ira was...debating, and Finn sleeping as peacefully as a pampered spoiled coatala in front of a winter’s fire.

Worst of all, he was liking it. A lot, actually.

That might be the worst thing about this.

Ira decided to pull away, hearing the soft whimper of loss of touch made his heart break even more.

Ira can’t do this, he just can’t...he doesn’t know if his heart could handle it.

Ira would make breakfast, give it to Finnegan, then tell him to get out and don’t go near him again. That was a good plan, right?

Except it wasn’t.

Ira would miss this.

It was better for them both...Ira had to focus on chii’falla, Finnegan would move on, and all would be well. He had Roxas anyways, he should be fine, right?

‘Do it, I dare you, or are you going to pray that I'd apologize? Hm?’

‘I would love you for everything you are, everything they call ‘broken’ and ‘unlovable’, no matter what,’

'The ghosts of my past have found a home with you, and that type of love owns my skin and bones.'

“Stupid brat,” Ira huffed in a whisper, getting up to go to the kitchen to get Finnegan and himself some breakfast.

Reed was still locked in his room, that was normal. Ira didn’t really know when they had planned to get him out, maybe when the clean up effort actually started waking up? Either way he went into the kitchen, making a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs with bacon before returning to the room.

When he did come back however, he didn’t expect to see what he saw.

There was Finnegan, fully awake, their eyes fixated at the door waiting for Ira to come in.

"Hey," They spoke, their voice sounded...weaker than it did before. A lot more open and raw as if exposed to the elements. Ira came closer, Finn's ears perked up. They met with a single soft kiss on their forehead. Ira set down their tray while ruffling up their hair with the other. Finnegan leaned in, giving soft murmurs of joy.

"Hey," Ira spoke, "I got you breakfast,"

Finnegan smiles, their cheeks a soft pink, "Aww, thanks hon,"

Ira's heart felt like tearing at that moment. He had to rip off the bandage now before he could get too attached-

Ira sighed, looking at Finnegan. It hurt him so much to do this, and if he had to be honest with himself this little game of cat and mouse they had been playing together long before this was some of the most fun he had in months despite the fact it angered him to his core.

All good things must come to an end, and for that he was afraid.

Ira did genuinely like Finnegan. Well, on chii'falla's name, love, Finnegan even. They were definitely far more intelligent than Ira had originally given him credit for. Despite their dislike of the chant Finnegan was never really the one to push their ideals on him. They were two halves of the same coin so to speak- and Ira did definitely feel happier after talking to them. Especially on the days where it was the both of them alone, they would talk for hours and hours about anything, really.

He should stop being selfish, he couldn’t keep him. He couldn’t hold them like this, nor kiss him. Seeing them smile because of him was not a privilege he can afford nor deserved. He had a duty to the chant- that was more important than anything. How would chii’falla look at them? They were an eggless union. Ira and Finn both know that they wouldn't be able to make an egg together. If they can't make an egg together, it wasn’t meant to be. Wasn’t that something that Graw’falla said once?

Besides, he had Roxas, he seemed like a nice gro despite his doubts. They made a cute couple to boot and Finn was probably having his egg anyways, Finn would be fine.

Ira opened his maw, but the words didn’t come out. Finnegan had been eating his food, Ira was thankful that the smaller wyngrew at least enjoyed his cooking. He heard complaints from some of the wyngrew who worked in kitchen duty about how picky they were about the food they cooked.

“Finnegan,” Ira finally managed, “We can’t do this anymore,”

That made Finnegan drop the fork, the food on it, and the food in their mouth to the plate, all at once.

“Um, I beg your fucking pardon? Say that again? What do you mean by ‘we can’t do this anymore’?”

“We can’t do this anymore, Finn,” Ira motions to the mess around his room. The clothes on the floor, the empty sap bottles and Finnegan himself on his bed.

Finnegan glared at Ira, “What is wrong with this then?” Finnegan asked him, “Because you seemed perfectly fine with it last night,” They pointed out, the anger rising in his voice, “Or are you worried that grandmaster puckoo over that the puckoo yard is gonna point the finger at you and call you a naughty boy in front of everyone at the chant social?"

Ira glares at Finnegan, “Stop, I’m being serious,”

Finnegan’s eyes start to water, “Yeah? Well so am I,” Finnegan sobbed, “You told me that you love me last night, didn’t that matter to you at all? Or was it the sap talking?” Finnegan was interrogating Ira at this point, “If I was just some side gro I would have at least appreciated that you were up front about it instead of playing with my heart!”

“Finnegan, I do love you, but the chant, I have a duty to the-”

“Oh, so that’s it? You’ve decided that the chant was more important than this?” Finnegan points between themself and Ira, “Whatever the fuck this is now?” Finnegan placed the food plate on the edge of the bed. They got off the bed and started to pick up their clothes from the ground. “Or was it that YOU are not worth more than the chant?”

“Finnegan, wait, let me explain please,”

“No no no, I knew everything the moment you brought the chant into this,” Once they got all of their clothes, they looked up at Ira. Finnegan was using every single ounce of willpower to not cry. Their eyes watering and trickling of tears fell on their cheeks, “You’ve decided that the chant is more important than your happiness,” Finnegan’s ears fell as they took a deep breath, “You decided that the chant is worth more than your life,” Ira stands there in shock, wanting to reach out but is too afraid to even touch them, “And if you’re going to do that to yourself, then I can’t stop you, but I will not stand here and watch you slowly kill yourself!”

“Finn-”

Finnegan opened the door to Ira’s room, “When you finally decide to be selfish, that you deserve to be happy just like everyone else, you know where my room is,” Finnegan gives Ira one last look, then looking out into the hallway, “I love you too, Ira.”

Finnegan closed the door, and he was gone.

Ira stood there, alone with finally having him gone. Ira was able to focus on his chant duties, and he might leave him alone now…

The room felt colder, emptier than it did before.

The smell of coffee and old books faint on his nuzzle.

Oh look, he even forgot his scarf...was he even wearing that burnt thing last night?

All of the memories of last night, the happiest he felt in a long time, play in his head like a broken record. Repeating again and again, seeing his blushing face, their beautiful woodsy brown eyes, the way Finnegan looked at him with such love and affection. How soft their lips were when he kissed them, his little laugh and giggle snorts when Ira finally landed a joke that they found funny. The way his little buttwings flapped when he got extra excited over something. His whole body wiggled like some excited runeboo. What had happened last night was something that Ira treasured dearly, and now any chance of that happening again was...gone...all because of him...

Ira held a hand over his heart and started to cry. He felt the overwhelming sensation of loss hit him like an ori kick to the chest. He tried to pray to chii’falla to end his suffering, but no one answered. All the answers he got were his tears.
-------
Somebody we'll pay back all we've borrowed
What we loved today we'll lose tomorrow
But I won't need to wait for my share of sorrow
Because I always kill the things I love

--

Happy shovel day folks, Mystery & me will now dig our graves-

for part 5 of the cranny party augh,,, :')

ty MURD3RMYST3RY for lining and the story imgoingtostillkillyou

Wyngro’s Name: Ira
Floor & Room#: 1-7A
Which part of the Cranny is this: Ira's Room
--
7/754
WYN TRACKER