"What's they do to you?" she countered, dragging herself towards him, still leaning against the wall. She finally let herself fall next to him, her torn body shrieking in protest at being forced to stay in one piece.
"I guess we're in the same boat, eh?" she murmured, struggling to stay conscious. "Your side's definitely helping mine, they had holy water…"
Gabriel, despite his better judgment and option on angel and demon relationships, wrapped and arm around Bee and draped his good wing over her broken body. “Same as you but more mercifully .” He held her close to his body, careful not to cause her any more pain. “Usually I’d congratulate anyone who’d managed to rip apart a demon like this….” he trailed off, not wanting to finish the statement, not wanting to admit he felt something more towards demons, towards Bee than he’d ever thought. He moved his crumpled wing out of the way with a gasp before glancing back down at her “holy water, huh?”
Beelzebub hesitated for only a second before leaning into him, too exhausted to pretend nothing had changed between them. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax for a moment, trying to match her ragged breathing to Gabriels.
"Your wing look like crap," she finally said bluntly, reaching across him weakly to touch the injured appendage. "Your wings are pretty, they shouldn't look like crap."
She sighed and let her hand fall. "Do you think my side will have given yours Hellfire?" she mumbled, closing her eyes again.
He was going to say something about her appearance before shutting his mouth when he heard her second statement. He wrapped his good wing around her a bit tighter. The tip if it brushing her bruised and bloody cheek.
“I’m not sure,” he said softly after a while, thinking it over. “Most likely. Both holy water and Hellfire are hard to acquire. Neither side would give up their weak pen without a fair trade.” He reasoned, checking in his bruised wing with a ginger hand
"We're screwed then," Beelzebub realized. "We're clearly on our own here." She looked up and gave him a wry smile.
"Just each other. What a coincidence, huh?"
For a moment more, she allowed herself to be comforted by his presence next to her, pressing closer and trying to soak up as much of his warmth as she could to banish the freezing cold of Hell. Then she pushed herself up, not standing, she couldn't manage that, but sitting upright, so she could think clearly. Away from some very distracting thoughts.
"We need to get help," she said.
Just as he provided warmth for her cold, corpse like body, she provided a numbing coolness for his burning and boiling blood. “Just each other doesn’t mean we’re alone.” He muttered. He glanced down at her when she’s pulled away. He lifted his good wing and let his arm drop to his side as she sat and watched her carefully in case she collapsed.
Where? No demon or angel will help us, at least none we can ensure full loyalty to. And no human would help us either, not that I want to ask them for any help.”
(Quick aside, this could be a good place to have them go to Crowley and Aziraphale, if we still want to bring them into this at all! I'm good either way, so whatever you want!)
(Sure, I’m kinda at a loss on who to ask for help besides those two so sure! Let’s bring them in? Who’s playing who or isn’t one of us playing both?)
(Okay! We'll o them then :D We could both be one, if you want? Up to you though :)
Also, I'm going afk until saturday, just since I'm super caught between work and school rn :/ But I'll talk to you then!)
(Oki I’m down with being both if you want? Unless you have some plot including them? And yeah of course! Don’t worry about it, I’ll see you after Saturday!)
(Sure, go for it! ^^ And not really, they're just too fun to not include, I feel xDD Thanks for understanding!! <3)
"The traitors," Beelzebub realized bleakly. "They're the only ones who might even consider helping us now."
She allowed herself to sink back down, leaning on Gabriel again and closing her eyes. For some reason the thought of turning to their old enemies for help made her injuries seem all that much more unbearable. Maybe it was just the embarrassment though, she couldn't tell.
(Ya Of course! Sorry for not answering sooner!)
Gabriel shook his head and wrapped Bee in his wing again. “There has to be someone else. Trusting those two with anything remotely related to any of Heaven’s and Hell’s order of way with only influence them more in their own peace world thing they’ve started.” He looked away, not wanting to admit that they really did need their help or that Heaven’s great plan didn’t work and that all this time, the traitors were right.
(Np! It's all good! ^^)
"If you can think of a better idea, I'd love to hear it," Beelzebub snapped. "But I'm kinda about to discorperate here, and I don't think Hell's likely to grant a replacement that quickly under the circumstances."
A dizzy spell gripped her, and she closed her eyes, pressing closer to Gabriel in an attempt to ground herself.
"How's your wing?" she asked, gritting her teeth through the spinning sensations.
He gritted his teeth In annoyance and wrapped an arm around Bee to stabilize her. “It’ll be fine, don’t worry about it.” He said quickly, not wanting to focus on himself for once. He thought over the plan to meet the traitor demon and angel, knowing there was no other way to get help for either of them. “Fine. We’ll go to them but you need to rest.” He shifted slightly so his wing was more comfortable and pulled Bee to his chest. “Do you thing you can move?”
(Sorry, I've been pretty low lately. I think I'm coming back though!)
Beelzebub allowed him to pull her closer, resting her forehead on his chest and closing her eyes. Though she wouldn't have said it, it was nice to have someone to lean on.
"I don't know," she grudgingly admitted. "I…don't think so."
She didn't like this plan anymore than he did. There was no guarantee the traitors would actually help them, but there was nothing else for it. They had nowhere else to go.
(it's okay! Respond when you can, i get it.)
He breathed a sigh of slight annoyance through his nose and shifted so he wasn't against the wall anymore. "can you glamour?" he asked, Shifting so that she was in his arms, bridal style. "I don't think I can glamour both of us." he grimaced when his broken wing dragged behind him with a sickening crack and was forced to sit back down
(Thank-you so much <3)
With a grimace, Beelzebub forced a glamour, hiding her wounds behind an illusion of normalcy. The effort made her head throb again, and she took another deep breath to calm the spinning.
"You sure you're going to be alright?" she asked, failing to keep the genuine concern from her tone. She was too exhausted to hide her true emotions, and found she cared about this angel's well-being. "You don't look so good."
“I can say the same about you,” he retorted with a grimace as he stood with her in his arms. Gabriel forced a glamour as well and walked to the nearest hotel he knew of. “We’ll stay here until we we find them.” Before they went in, Gabriel glanced down at Bee “disregard anything you hear as acting.”
Beelzebub managed a smirk at that. Even though she could no longer deny that she liked the angel, her demonic vindictive nature couldn't help but hope whatever was going to happen next would wind up embarrassing Gabriel somehow.
"We'll see, angel. We'll see."
He rolled his eyes and plaster a smile on his face as he walked up to the lady at the front desk. He was forced to Bee down, hoping he didn’t cause her too much pain.
“Good evening sir, what can I help you with today?” The man at the counter asked politely
“I’d like to get a room for me and my lovely wife for a few nights.” He said, looking over at Bee with a wink, hoping he sold the loves truck idiot part to the front desk man
“Of course, and how many nights will you be staying?”
“I’d say about a week, our plane for the honeymoon got canceled so we’ll be staying here a while.”
(Okay, I'm going to continue to be spotty, but here I am again xD)
Beelzebub couldn't help but snort a laugh, which she valiantly disguised as a love-struck sigh via glamour. But she made sure Gabriel could see the gloating grin that had spread across her face. She leaned closer, looping her arm around his waist, partly to support her ever weakening legs, partly in the hopes of making him even more uncomfortable.
Have to make it convincing, she told herself with a smirk.
He rolled his eyes beneath the glamour but couldn’t help a small smile from twitching at his lips.
The man at the counter handed him a key card and directed him down the hall “and would like a ‘do not disturb’ sign?” He asked
Gabriel nodded “yes please.”
He took the key card along with the door sign gently picked Bee up again, playing it off as a cutesy cuddle thing
(I'm so sorry, but I'm going to continue to be spotty, right now I have two jobs, plus school plus caring for my rescue dog, plus counselling TwT I promise I'll keep up with you as much as possible! Sorry if my replies are shorter than normal as well :/)
Beelzebub, though she found the whole situation hilarious, didn't have the strength to properly crow about it when they were safely out of sight. Instead she closed her eyes and let herself go limp in his arms, finally letting her tension drain from her body.
"That was funny," she contented herself with saying instead.
Gabriel opened the room with the key and place the sign on the door on before shutting the door behind him and with his foot and immediately dropping the glamour, sighing relief. He carefully set Bee down on the bed, making sure she was comfortable before shaking his head “to you, yeah.” He rolled his eyes before disappearing into The bathroom to properly bent his wing
(Hey, don’t worry about it! I get it, take your time in responding!)
(Thank-you so much <3 I've missed this rp, I'm so glad to be back :D)
Beelzebub propped herself up and grimaced at the amount of blood already soaking the sheets. She tried her best to heal her most severe wounds, but the energy just drained her more. She managed to stop the bleeding, then gave up.
"We're going to have to figure out how to get them to help us," she called as she flopped back. "If we're lucky, they might not slam the door in our face the second they see us."
(Hey! Glad you're back! same here!!!XD)
Gabriel came back to the room with a new white shirt and white pants, his wounded, darkening wing pressed against his back with a bandage beneath the shirt while the other gracefully arched behind him, free from restrains. He took a deep breath and nodded, snapping his fingers to replace the blood soaked sheets. He turned around o face the wall and snapped his fingers again, engulfing Bee in a cloud of white and silver "I'm assuming black clothing?" he asked, hearing the ruffle of fabric as he produced a light yet comfortable fitting shirt and pants for bee to wear. "put those on, they should fir to your size when worn. let me know when you're done. As for the traitors, yes i do believe it will difficult to persuade them to help us but theyre the only chance we have at the moment."
(Ty! :D And yay!! ^^)
Beelzebub put on the cloths, rather pleased with what Gabriel had come up with. Very dark aesthetic.
"Done," she announced. "Unfortunately, you're right. And if they do help us, I'm not a huge fan of the idea of being in their debt."
She shok out her own mangled and scarred wings, glad to finally let them stretch. The broken one lay limply beside her, and she examined the other where the primary had been ripped out. That one still hurt.
(Side thing - i keep watching crack videos on GO and I keep forgetting how much a butt Gabriel is XD let me know if he’s too nice)
Gabriel turned around, hands clasped in front of him. He scowled at the thought of being in debt to anyone, let alone the angel and demon. “It’ll be worse if we don’t ask.” He reasoned, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching the other carefully, flinching at the sight of her broken wings. He had always thought wings to be a sign of strength and power, something that gave the being an ability that a mortal could never possess. Yet seeing them broken and mangled made them feel so fragile and intangible. He hated being fragil. He hated being weak. Turning away, he stood and paced the small room, only now realizing they had one bed. He’d figure out their sleeping quarters later, they needed a plan.
(boop)