Chapter 3
Zephyr
Zephyr loved his wife. The way the sun highlighted the waves in her wheat blond bangs reminded him of how her gorgeous hair looked when it was freed from the tight braids she tugged it into every morning. He kissed the spot his gray eyes were glued to. Then, Honey smiled up at him and the wave of emotion he felt was as calming as her twin's Semblance. He gave her one final hug.
"Zephyr…" Honey said softly.
"Hm?"
"We have to go."
He sighed. "Yeah… I know." But when they began walking, his arm was around her shoulder, and he squeezed her closer to him as if still trying to hold his blonde duchess.
After a few hours of classes, Zephyr was in their dorm room. A steady scraping could be heard as his knife shaped a chunk of wood into a simple bird.
"You make a lot of birds, Z," Amethyst stated.
"Birds are nice. Do you want this one?"
"… It's cute."
"You can have it when I'm done, then. Early birthday gift." He flashed his friend a grin. "Should I make it purple like ever'thing else you own?"
"Not everything I have is purple…" Her dark eyes looked off to the side and she fiddled with the hem of her skirt.
"Oh, really?" he asked, pointing at the Faunus' lavender nightgown with his carving knife.
The panda girl blushed. "Purple would be cute, though…" she whispered.
The young man gave a hearty laugh. "All you have to do is say so!" He dropped the unfinished bird and the knife on the bed. "Just be honest, Amy, damn!" He rose and Amy stepped back, but his arm was around her shoulder in a second and her silky hair was being made into a rat's nest by the dark-haired man's knuckles.
"Stop! You're messing up my hair!"
"Are you two having an affair? Should I be worried?"
Upon hearing his wife's voice, he released Amethyst and moved towards his attractively damp Honey. "Nothing to worry about, darlin'. Just messin' with 'er. Let me see those gorgeous locks." His fingers curled around the soft white towel atop Honey's head.
"Don't!" The blonde pressed the towel against her temples.
"C'mon… Yer hair is adorable. Why are you hiding it?" he asked, continuing to gently pull at it.
"Yer the enemy of women. Let it dry a little in there so it's not all crazy."
"Yer no fun." Zephyr embraced her and the yellow PJs she wore. "Where's yer brother?" He added a kiss on the hand that was still holding the towel.
"He went to get snacks. He'll be back in a minute."