forum The Bound (One on One) (Closed).

Started August 13, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Halo nods, "I slept fairly well, thank you for asking." He says softly, standing and washing his hands. He looks up at Thatcher and smiles warmly.

“That’s good,” Thatcher commented, looking down at Halo. He didn’t return any sort of smile, though, just glanced away. He wasn’t the best with showing his emotions. He never had anyone raise him or something like that, tell him that it was okay to not be so serious. He even looked like someone who was serious and intimidating, something he hated and liked at the same time. But Halo didn’t seem to mind, or maybe he was good at hiding it. After a moment, he did make the corners of his lips quirk up in a very faint smile.

Halo's amike falters a little when Thatcher turned his head away but shrugged. He didn't mind that the other didn't show any emotion. There were plenty of people like that. He hums softly. "So what did you do while I rested last night?" He asks, washing the dishes. He wasn't very good at small talk since he rarely interacted with other people.

“Not much, really. It was a very quiet night, so I sat around and wandered the house for a bit. I also checked on you once or twice,” Thatcher responded. He stepped to look out the window again, almost wishing that someone would come so he could do something. It wasn’t natural for a Reaper to not have work to do. He supposed now that he was bound, he would have to get used to not being so busy all of the time.

Halo nods slowly and hums, walking towards the living room to clean. "I'm relieved." He says quietly. He hated it when people came to his home. He was always hunted for his wings, and that scared him. He was no angel, quite the opposite really. A fallen angel. An angel that had disgraced god.

Thatcher’s lips pursed as he followed Halo. What was he supposed to do besides that? “Do you want help? With the cleaning?” He asked after a moment. That would give him something to do. It wasn’t killing or healing like he was made to do, but at least it would make him less fidgety for a short period of time.

Halo looks up, "Uh… sure? I mean, you're more than welcome to. I usually don't really have people help me clean." He smiles a little, "Then again I never really have people visit." He chuckles quietly. He leans back down and if you look carefully at the joins around his wings, thin long scars run around them, almost as if someone had tried to cut them off.

Thatcher frowned heavily when he noticed the scars on Halo’s wings. He squinted at them, hate and confusion edging into his mind. This happened before to innocent Halo? “Why did you think only to bind a Reaper now, and not the last time?” He questioned.

Halo jumps, looking up at the other. "P-pardon?" he asks quietly. He fidgets a little and places the pillow in his hands down. "E-elaborate please?" he asks quietly.

“When you were turned around, I noticed your wings,” Thatcher hummed, arms crossing over his chest. “There are more scars, and they look old. My question still stands.”

He gulps softly and feels the scars on the joints of his wings. "I did it to myself." he says quietly. "I didn't want them. I still don't but… no matter how hard I try or anyone else, they stay there. A constant reminder that I was thrown from heaven." he mutters sourly.

So Halo did that to himself? That was a sad thought, considering he thought that they were nice looking. “Thrown from Heaven? I couldn’t imagine that you would do anything to result in that,” he said.

"It was because of my sexuality." He mutters, his eyes narrowing. He sighs and shakes his head. He looks towards the ground and places a pillow back in its place. He hums a little before looking at the other, "No big deal though." he mutters softly.

“Your sexuality?” Thatcher questioned. He was half asking what Halo’s sexuality was, and half questioning why that would be a good reason to throw someone out of Heaven.

Halo chuckles wryly and nods, shaking his head as he begins to gather ingredients to make breakfast. He walks out into the back and grabs a few herbs before returning inside. "Yes, my sexuality. I preferred men over women, and since that is frowned upon in heaven, they threw me out." he says, warming a pan up to make an omelet. "Would you like something to eat?" he asks, a forced lightness to his tone.

“That’s strange- I don’t see why that sort of thing could make someone angry,” Thatcher said, frowning as he spoke. At least me now knew that Halo was in fact in to men. “No thank you, I’m fine,” he answered after a moment.

He shrugs, "I went to court and stuff, but. They threw me out." Halo hums and nods, "You sure? I don't want you starving on me." He says kindly. Glitch trots into the kitchen, gently pawing Thatchers leg. He whines, signalling he wants to be picked up. Halo laughs a little.

“I am sure, food is not a necessity for my body,” Thatcher said. He had actually flinched very slightly when the dog, Glitch, nudged at his leg. He frowned for a moment before hesitantly bending over and scooping the small dog up.

Glitch barks happily and nuzzles into Thatchers arms. Halo laughs a little. "He likes you." He says softly, brushing some hair from his face as he watches the interaction.

Thatcher pats and strokes Glitch’s head carefully, glancing from the dog then to Halo. “I suppose so,” he said, petting Glitch for a moment longer before setting the dog down.

Glitch barks and trots to his masters side, waiting for food to be dropped. Every once and a while Halo gently drops a piece of meat for his dog. He hums softly, swaying his hips as he does so.

Thatcher lingered near a counter, bending over so he could lean against it. His eyes glanced to the subtle movement of Halo’s hips, and he clenched his jaw as he forced his eyes to stare elsewhere. He was getting ahead of himself with that sort of thing. He was technically something like a slave at the moment, he shouldn’t be enjoying himself.

Halo hums softly and looks down at Glitch, "Go on now, shoo." he says softly, waving Glitch away. He whines before walking outside. Halo chuckles a little as he continues to make breakfast. He sways a little as he moves around the kitchen, humming to some sort of song.

Thatcher listened to the song that Halo was humming, trying to remember if he had heard that song before. Considering he had been around for many years, he had heard many different songs. “What song are you humming?” He asked after he couldn’t place it.

Halo starts, "Oh, a song my mother used to sing to me when I was little. She used to sing it when I was scared." He chuckles softly, placing his food on a plate. "Itadakimasu." he says softly before eating.

“You’re humming it now- are you scared?” Thatcher questioned, staying where he was. He could have sat down, but he thought it was best for him to stay up and alert. He thought of the name of the song, wondering if it was in a different langue.

"No. Now I hum it to remember her." he says softly, smiling a little. "Please, sit down." Halo points his hand towards the seat across from him. "I don't mind. It's rather nice having company." He chuckles a little bit.

Thatcher nodded his hand with understanding. He hesitated at the offer, not moving to sit down at first. He eventually stepped over, sitting next to Halo with his legs slightly stretched. “Should we go back to that hunter camp today so I can finish up?” He asked.

"If you'd like. I'm not making you do anything you don't want to do." Halo says softly, sipping some water. He relaxes slightly, humming a little bit as he glances at the other.

Thatcher nodded his head before he spoke. “As much as I.. dislike being bound, it happened and I have to serve my purpose,” he answered.