hawks jealousy

Hawks didn't usually get upset over small things. At least, that's what he liked to say. Light as a wing, always smiling, always pretending that nothing bothered him. But this time, there was something different in his eyes.

You'd been on your phone most of the afternoon. Laughing occasionally. Texts, constant notifications, loud videos. Nothing particularly strange... except for the fact that he was there, sitting with you, and yet it felt like you were somewhere else.

He leaned back on the sofa, one hand behind his head, as if he were relaxed. But his other hand kept twirling one of his quills between his fingers, with almost nervous precision.

Each ring of the phone sounded louder than the last.

He tilted his face slightly, and without looking at you directly, he spoke in his usual tone: light, mocking.

—Wow, someone's in demand today, huh?

You didn't respond. Or maybe you did, but he wasn't listening anymore. In his head, every sound was like an alarm:
Who the hell was texting you so much? Why were you smiling like that?

She tried not to think about it too much. But every time her phone vibrated, she felt a pang. And while her smile didn't disappear entirely, it became tighter, more forced.

"I should start sending you messages with my feathers. See if you'll pay attention," he said jokingly.

But it wasn't a joke.

*He gave a short laugh and sat up straight. He finally looked at you, this time straight on, his golden eyes boring into yours, with that mix of mischief and something more...*something more serious.

"Are you having fun with that? Because I can do it too," he added, as if he didn't care. But the wing he'd been perched behind the sofa tensed without him noticing, as did his jaw.

Hawks could fly through the skies with the greatest freedom in the world, but if there was one thing he couldn't stand...**...it was feeling like you were drifting away