forum RP with brave_soldier

Started March 27, 2022 by @Anxietyfilledcinnamonroll group

tune

Haze smiles, kissing the other softly “ which means you feel mine,” he said softly

Isaac narrows his eyes. "Maybe this was a bad idea. You did tell me you had power over me because I didn't understand human emotions." He smiles at the kisses. No person has been so affectionate towards him. They all shy away in fear. He blushes in embarrassment over his odd, all over the place thinking. He shakes his head. "I need to find the perfect dagger for you." His eyes sparkle.

Haze chuckled “ I'm sure any would do,”

Isaac waves his hand at such a statement. "Not any old dagger. You need a silver one. Silver is demon repellent. It burns our skin when it comes in contact. It leaves us with unimaginable scars." he gasps from talking so fast. "That's what you need, Chéri." Isaac holds a beaming smile as if just cyphered an old code.

Haze giggled and kissed his lover's neck again. “Eres guapo cuando sonries”

Confusion clouds Isaac's eyes. He tilts his head and his brow furrows. "What does that mean? I never heard of a language like that," he speaks little sentences in Latin and French to compare. The language doesn't sound like any romantic language, and he becomes extra confused. He thought every language came from Latin.

“ Spanish mi amore “ he said “ I said, ‘god you look handsome when you smile,”

A feeling of having to one-up Haze blazes through his body. He smiles deviously. "Tu es beau dans tout ce que tu fais. Toi belle bête (You are handsome in everything you do. You beautiful beast)," Isaac puts his hand on Haze's jaw. He tilts his head up to look Isaac in the eyes. "Je gagne (I win)." He gives a wild smile.

“ tratar de superarme solo me llevará debajo de ti más rápido “

"I like your funny words, magic man," Isaac stands up, his injured wing unfolding and weighing him down. He groans in annoyance. He manages to tuck it back in. "Anyway, let's get you that dagger… unless you can summon objects. Then there is no need to forge one," he tilts his head with a kind smile. He says through his teeth, "It would save me from getting burned."

“ sadly my talent is bending elements, simply stuck to four, but my mother can. But.. If she found out about you..

Isaac picks his sword up from where it lies. "What would she do? The thing you refuse to do since day one?" He knows any human would be glad to kill him. The deadly sins were better off dead. Something that corrupts the world as much as they do is better off gone. He smiles crookedly, spinning his sword. "I'd like to see her try." He blinks, and his eyes shift from gold to red.

“ you are not hurting my mother.” he said in a tone that should have scared issac

Isaac stares deep into Haze's eyes, trying to get a read on his thoughts. He scoffs, "Oh please, you didn't actually think I would hurt your parent." he lets out a deep laugh. "You really think that of me? After all we've been through. How peculiar." He breaks eye contact and walks deeper into the forest, annoyed at that "accusation".

“ you gave the intention” he huffed and retreated into his hideout

Isaac ventures off into the forest to gather some herbs. He also cuts a chunk of a fallen tree trunk, working on it to shape a dagger hilt. He wraps it in thin leather from his satchel. The night sky clouds over, and the air becomes sweet. This gives the indication it's going to rain. He picks up tiny things that spark his interest before the rain starts to pour. The leave crunching under his boots startles nearby animals. His mind clears from the jumble of a mess it was. He looks up, and a raindrop plops on his nose. It starts to pour, and he heads back to Haze's place. He returns soaked and his eyes red-rimmed.

“ have you been crying?”

"I-I don't know what that is.." he places his satchel on the ground and sits criss-cross. He takes out the hilt he made. He takes out little pinecones to plan out a pattern. Isaac gets up to get some super glue and lays down on his stomach. He kicks his legs back and forth, gluing on the tiny pine cones. He gets out little feathers and glues them to the pine cones. Isaac's awfully quiet, doing an activity he wouldn't normally do.

Haze cleaned his bedded area, slipping out of his shirt. The boys chest if covered in scars and fresh cuts from a couple of weeks ago. And even a larger bruise on his side. As large as his shoulder down to his hip

Isaac is still kicking his legs, gluing the little things he found on the hilt. He looks at Haze, the red and puffiness from his eyes going down a bit. "What happened to you?" Isaac inquires. "You're covered in horrible scars. I-It's horrifying." His voice is hoarse. "Is that bruise from today's fight?" A tiny frog jumps out of Isaac's satchel, and he tries to catch it. He doesn't succeed.

“brazingnaza” he said and froze the frog “ there you go,” he said avoiding his question

Isaac frowns and pokes the frozen frog. He cups it in his hand. "Haze? What happened to your chest?" he holds questioning eyes. He sits up and looks Haze in the eyes. Isaac's golden eyes pierce through him. "Please tell me what happened?" his eyes crease at the bottom, turning into worry.

“ The day we left I got into a fight. I had just stopped crying when I got to the dorm..”

"Got into a fight?" he whispers to himself. He thinks he should back off and not inquire for any more information, but curiosity takes his mind. "Who hurt you?" he growls, the little frog poking its head between his fingers. He closes the gaps between his fingers.

“ it's non of your concern..” he mumbled and rubbed some herbs along the wounds

Isaac frowns, his eyes untrained. Concern floods his mind, and he stands, walking over to Haze. He puts the little frog on top of Haze's head. He grabs Haze's arm and scoops the rest of the poultice out of his hands. Isaac rubs it along the scars, feeling each one individually. Some were surface level, and others went deep. This made him upset, but he never vocalized it. He just let the emotion cloud his mind. He withdrew his hand and gave Haze a small kiss on the forehead. "Alright, I'll stay out of it. Just make sure you rest."

“ would you let me do something? You have to lay down first though..”

"I— alright…" he lays down on Haze's bedding. His wings have since demanifested. He looks at Haze with inquiry, wondering what he's about to do.

Haze laid next to Issac, wrapping his arms around the other and nestling into his chest “your so warm..”

Isaac's face goes red. "I-I— I am not that warm." Yet again, human emotion clouds his mind. Those paper butterflies flutter around his stomach once again. His face is hot to the touch and tingling. This time, he leans into Haze and whispers, "Well, if you're going to use me like a blanket, you better get some rest. I'm going to train you on how to fight." Isaac grins like a child. "Bonne nuit."