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polina-me

1 month ago

I want you to be okay.

For @diogxnxs

It always hurt.

My heart is racing.

My head hurts.

What's going on?

It's too loud.

I don't want to be here. I don't like being here.

Don't like. Don't like. Don't like. Don't like. Don't...

— Shhh.. — Jose purred softly, gently hugging Donald, while the duck clung to him as if he were the only salvation.. — Vai ficar tudo bem, meu amor. Estou aqui, estou por perto... — soft words of comfort came from the beak of the green parrot, hoping that the former sailor would hear them.

It always hurt. It always hurt to see Donal like... this.

Perhaps this is due to the fact that Jose's heart itself is soft, like buttercream, but at... such moments... it seemed that Donald's fear was so strong that it hurt him.

It was such a dumb, such a crazy idea... Of course, they are three Caballeros, birds of one feather, best friends and musicians! They hadn't seen each other for so long and missed each other so much!

Panchito and Jose just add emotion to their long-awaited meeting! Well... They really did it. Just not the way it needed to be..

...

Donald was sincerely waiting for this moment...

he received a letter about the arrival of his partners and was on guard all day to seize the moment and not be taken by surprise.

Of course, it was unpleasant to be constantly stressed.. No, it wasn't stress. It was that playful feeling of excitement, a pleasant anticipation of danger and adventure!

So it was from that very moment of meeting..

In one moment, it just got too loud, there were too many sounds!

It's too much... Too much... Too much...

...

— Meu amor, meu amor, oh, meu amor... — Jose hummed softly, stroking Donald's trembling back. — I'm so sorry, meu amor... — He leaned closer to the duck and began to place gentle kisses on its snow-white feathers, this time in order to calm down, not to tease. — Espero que nos perdoe quando acordar... Oh, meu amor, a luz em minha vida, meu tesouro das profundezas do oceano...

Jose continued his caresses, resembling a cat. But not the proud and lazy cat that the street has taught life to. This is a homeless, pathetic and worthless cat who does his best to cuddle, purr and meow, in an attempt full of hope to get attention and forgiveness..

As he continued his gentle displays of affection, he failed to notice how Donald slowly regained consciousness.

Donald was slowly coming back to reality. He blinked diligently as his now clear mind tried to remember what had happened.

— Jose?... — he asked in a hoarse voice when he realized what and who was doing to his skin.

The parrot stopped and quickly raised his eyes to the duck.

— Donal... — he whispered softly, then suddenly rushed forward, hugging Donald. — Oh, Donal! I'm so glad you're okay!

The former sailor grunted in surprise when his boyfriend, unexpectedly for him, squeezed him tightly in a vice. His body gradually relaxed as the parrot's warmth warmed him, and wrapped his arms around him in response.

— How did I get into the bedroom? — he pulled back slightly, looking around his room, his hands still on Jose.

— Panchito brought you here..

Donald frowned slightly at his boyfriend's strange tone. When he turned his head back to him, Jose attacked him again, bursting into tears and covering the duck's face and neck with kisses.

— Oh, Donal! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!! — he desperately begged for forgiveness between kisses. — Oh, meu pobre amante! Eu e o Chito somos tão culpados na sua frente! Perdoe-nos, oh, nossa alegria, nossa musa!

Donald did not immediately respond to Jose's plaintive pleas, as his mind had not fully recovered.

He let out a sigh that looked a little like a giggle, hugged the parrot back and, seizing the moment, kissed him on the lips.

— Jose.. — He gently but firmly attracted his boyfriend's attention, looking into his tear-stained eyes. — I'm okay now.

The parrot shuddered slightly as the duck's beak gently placed a kiss on his forehead.

— Meu amor, no more jokes or surprises with loud noises. I promise, no, I swear! — He snuggled up to Donald again, shaking his beak against his neck. — Juro por cada parte do meu corpo e alma! Juro pela minha família!

Donald half sighed and half giggled again, leaning back against the pillows.

— I'd like to hear it from Panchito.

Jose stopped his caresses and raised himself slightly on his hands, smiling awkwardly.

— Bem... You'll have to wait, Donal.. — The parrot's smile became even more awkward and he looked away when Donald raised one eyebrow. — Seu tio... He was too pissed off..

— Okay, I get it. — Don cut Se off, immediately understanding what he meant. — Does he even have insurance?

— Not in America. — Joe chuckled softly as he lay down next to his boyfriend.

Finally, the silence in the room became not tense and frightening, but peaceful and relaxing, while the two birds hugged each other.

And somewhere around this time, a Mexican rooster is running around the city from an mad old duck.