forum "I'll take your heart out with a spoon." OxO // CLOSED

Started March 08, 2021 by @cryptic-glitch

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Simon made a noise in his throat and elbowed Razielle to the side. Turning on the faucet, he started washing dishes, leaving his uneaten spaghetti on the table for the cats.”

Raz shook himself out of his thoughts when nudged aside by Simon. "Though they weren't allowed to eat this." He said, walking over to Spooks and taking out the fork so she could eat more easily. "You're gonna get fat the more you eat people food, you do know that right kitty?"

"Not until after dinner. Or they think they can have it whenever they want and steal it while you're trying to eat."
Jack wandered out of the bathroom, his fur spiky from the water in the sink. He leapt up on the table and nibbled at the spaghetti.
Simon sighed. "Razielle, can you turn off the bathroom sink? Jack left it running."

"ah I see. Pesky little felines aren't you?" He shook his head and smiled as Jack hopped up on the table to eat, lightly nudging his head before heading to the bathroom to turn off the faucet and clear to sing of stray fur. He came back shortly, picking up a few more feathers on his way, frowning softly as he saw most of them were black now. "I should head home and take care of my wings. You seem to have your hands full with these two, I just be in way."

"Okay. Whatever. Thanks." Simon winced inwardly. What was with the one-word sentences? He avoided Razielle's gaze, focusing on the dishes.

Razielle nodded and scooped up the rest of his feather and made his way out of the apartment then building, curling his wings around him as the wind picked up again. "You just love to mess with me, don't you?" He Muttered, feining annoyance. He glanced around, glad that it was late in the night. Barely anyone would be around now to see him, or at least he hoped. Razielle walked a little faster down the sidewalk, finding the familiar streets of the city that led to his small apartment.

Finishing the dishes, Simon sat on the couch and turned on the television, not really paying attention and pulling on his feathers.

Razielle eventually made it back to his cozy home and flopped right onto his bed, suddenly very exhausted. "Went home, got kicked out and broke my wings all in one day, fantastic." He muttered sarcastically. Despite his desperate want to just sleep, Raz knew the day wasn't over. He sat up and headed to the bathroom to find his angelic first aid kit, containing a few things that weren't really found here on Earth. He settled back on his bed along with his feathers and started painfully plucking out any dead feathers. After he pinpointed the broken bones, he wrapped his hand around the area and closed his eyes, letting his angelic ability flow through his fingertips to his wings, clenching his jaw in pain and squeezing his eyes shut tight as he slowly rearranged and healed his wings

Simon laid back on the couch, closing his eyes. Despite himself, he was worried about Razielle. He huffed and began shaking his hands rapidly. It was sort of like a stimming thing for him, like he was winding himself up again. Eventually, he calmed, pushing the thoughts of Razielle out of his mind.

After grueling hours of Razielle healing and patching up bruised areas of wing, the angel just collapsed onto the bed. Whether it was from the resulting pain or just his long day, Raz immediately fell into a fitfull sleep, his wings occasionally twitching behind him and causing him to wake up each time.

Simon woke with a start at seven in the morning and pushed himself up to a sitting position. He sneezed, then got up off the couch, stumbling to the bathroom.

Razielle awoke near 10 in the morning grimacing at the throbbing pain in his wings but thankfully no more feathers were falling out. The patches that were missing feathers would eventually grow new ones. He checked over his wings for a moment before slowly standing and stretching them out a bit, testing out his healed injuries. It still hurt but it was less than before. He took a deep breath and went into the kitchen to make himself a breakfast.

Assuming he had fallen asleep in the bathroom, he checked the time. Ten o'clock. He realized he was laying on the floor and sat up, head spinning. Maybe he'd passed out. He sat for a moment, then attempted to stand, swaying on his feet.

To keep himself occupated and distracted from the throbbing pain, Razielle decided to bake a bit for breakfast, nothing too elaborate, just a few muffins. He hummed softly as he scooped the batter into molds and threw that into the oven for 30 minutes to bake. While that was baking, Razielle made himself a quick coffee and gathered his laptop and books to do some research later at the park across from his work on how to find the Diety, though he suspected no mortal instrument could know the answer to the many questions he had. The only who'd be able to have would be Simon and right now he didn't think they were on good terms. Razielle tapped his fingers against the counter before sighing in frustration and finding a paper bag to take with him. What better way to start making amends then with an offering of food?

Simon thought a moment, then realized this was probably because he hadn't taken his meds yesterday. He steadied himself and went outside for some fresh air.

With a final huff and a doodle of angel wings and a Halo added to the front the bag, Razielle made his way out of his small apartment and Into the bustling streets. He took the longer way to Simon's home, needing time to think and rehearse what he'd say to him. He was there to talk more about the Diety, he wanted to demand answers about the sensation he felt when he was dragged back down to Earth, why he had felt so hopeless. In no time, Raz found himself at Simon's door, hesitating on whether he should.knock and risk.bothering him or leave and come back later.

Simon heard the knock through a hazy hum in his head and managed to make it to the door and opened it. “Razielle,” he said in a husky voice. “Hello. I probably look like hell,” he said and then doubled over and retched onto the other boy’s shoes. “I’m. . . sorry.”

Razielle had enough of a concious brain to raise the food up above his head and lean back slightly before all of the dinner from last night and what he could only assessment was this morning's breakfast was regurgitated, unfortunately, onto his shoes. "Ah, don't worry about it…" He said, stepping out of his shoes and waving the baggie of food. "Uhm, can I come in? I brought muffins." He said with a small smile, trying to his best to hide his worry.

“I don’t think I can stop you,” he said, his words running together. “I'm going to sit right here,” he sighed wearily and collapsed on the floor. “That’s much better.”

Raz padded into the room and shut he door behind him. "Please tell me I didn't do this to you from the sauce I changed yesterday." He said, waving to Simon before setting the bag of muffins down on the countertop.

He managed a chuckle. “Nah. Didn’t take my meds yesterday. Withdrawal symptoms. I was meaning to quit taking them anyway.”

Razielle nodded slowly "you do, or at least you did, drugs." He said, his eyebrows slightly raised. He had seen many teens and young adults come into his therapist office who did drugs for various reasons. Many who looked worse than Simon now. He'd never judge ones actions only promised to help in any way he could, whether that was just listening, offering place to vent, or just simply talk about random things. He promised he'd do the same with Simon. "Well this is a very good start, despite it hurting now." He smiled softly. "While you recover, let's get something going to refill your belly, alright?" He found a lot from the cabinets and filled it with water, putting that on a high boil. "Have Spooks and Jack had their breakfast yet?"

“Don’t you fucking dare. You are not going all therapist-y on me.” He let his head fall to the side. “It was my antidepressants anyway. I had to take the really strong kind and I got addicted. So I didn’t purposely do drugs. And I’m not eating anything. If you could feed the cats, however. . .”

Razielle glared at Simon and sighed softly "I'm not going "therapist-y" on you." He went quiet as the other started to explain his situation, nodding slightly. "Considering you're going through withdrawal and just threw up your dinner and what I'm assuming was your breakfast, it'd do you some good to eat something hardy." He said, pulling out the bag of cat food and some bowls for the cats. He scooped a cup out for each and set them down on the ground. He went and found Jack in the sink, drying him off with a towel before scooping him up in his arms and carrying him to the kitchen and setting him down.

“I’m not hungry,” he whined petulantly. “I’ll just puke it all back up anyway.”