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

Started August 13, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Halo looks up, his eyes widening. "What's she growling at?" He asks softly, looking towards the three headed dog.

Thatcher pushed to his feet, watching Nike closely. He followed her gaze, which was on Glitch as she snarled. He thought about it for a moment before he put a hand up as a way to tell Nike to stay. He stepped over to Glitch, feeling at the dog with his hands. “You’re dog must be coming back. My hound likes living, good meat. If she’s growling at your dog, she can sense something that we can’t see,” he explained.

Halo nods, walking towards Thatcher and his dog. He gently picks his dog up, holding his close to his chest. "You think so?" He asks softly.

“I’m positive,” Thatcher said. One of Nike’s heads snapped in Halo and Glitch’s direction. He watched closely, eyes narrowing softly as he looked for signs of life.

Glitch twitches slowly, before opening one of his eyes blearily. He barks softly, whining before gently licking Halos chin. Halo gives a small laugh, holding Glitch gently.

Nike gave another growl and Thatcher put his hand on her nose, causing her to go quiet. He sighed softly as he ran a hand through his hair, watching Halo and his dog. Nike gave his hand a nudge, and he glanced over his shoulder at her with a soft frown.

Glitch barks, wagging his tail before licking Halo happily. Halo laughs loudly, hugging Glitch gently. He smiles, setting Glitch down and looking towards Thatcher, "Thank you." He says softly, hugging the other.

Thatcher tensed up slightly when Halo hugged him, but after a moment he loosened up. “You’re.. Welcome, he said after a moment, loosely wrapping his arms around Halo to return the hug.

Halo smiles, looking up and smiling softly before slowly letting go, almost as if he was hesitant to do so. He picks Glitch up, hugging the dog gently.

Thatcher stepped back a tad, glancing away to avoid any eye contact. He wasn’t used to physical contact. The only other one who would every touch him was Nike.

Halo hums softly, watching as Glitch hops out of him arms and paws at Thatchers leg gently.

Thatcher looked down at Glitch, lips pursed for a moment. He bent down, picking up the small dog. He held him, stroking his fingers through his fur slowly. “He looks healthy now,” he commented.

Glitch gently licks his cheek before hopping over back to Halo's side. The fallen angel smiles softly, humming as he gently picks up his dog, nuzzling his fur.

“He is most likely hungry and dehydrated, so I would suggest feeding him and such,” Thatcher said. Nike nudged at his back, so he reached over to scratch behind her ear as for a moment.

Halo nods, grabbing the water and the food and setting it out for Glitch. Glitch barks softly and begins to eat. He chuckles softly and smiles. He leans down, petting Glitch as he ate.

“Did that man hurt you?” Thatcher asked, arching a brow. He stopped though, feeling the cut above his brow sting. He hadn’t been able to see much, considering he was being beaten on the ground by another man.

Halo looks up and shakes his head. "No… are you alright? What's wrong? Did they hurt you?" He asks softly, now seeing the cut above his eyebrow. He walks towards Thatcher, reaching up and gingerly brushing the hair out of the way. "They did hurt you…" He says softly, slowly withdrawing his hand, lingering slightly on his jaw. But only for a split second. He felt his heart thud in his chest.

“Just the cut and the bruises,” Thatcher answered. There was the cut, he hA da black eye, a few small bruises forming on his cheekbones, and his lip was bleeding slightly. His breath almost caught in his throat when Halo touched him, and he looked down at the angel. “I will be fine. It was good that this happened, so he was distracted with me,” he said slowly.

Halo shakes his head, "You're still hurt…" he mutters softly. Was it his fault that Thatcher got hurt? Was he the reason? He bites his lip. "I'm so sorry." He mutters softly.

“Don’t be sorry,” Thatcher told Halo, shaking his head a bit. “It could have been worse, these little cuts and bruises are nothing,” he added. It was true. He could have gotten a broken bone, or maybe shot again. They could have also taken his scythe, but he guessed that the men didn’t know much about his rare species.

Halo shakes his head, "Still… you got hurt because you were trying to protect me. I…" He bows his head, biting his lip.

“Halo,” Thatcher said to get his attention. He rested his hand on Halo’s chin now, gently tilting his head up. “You have been… good to me so far. You could have been the type of person to use my abilities in a wrong way, or use up my years with constant healing, but you haven’t. These injuries mean nothing at all.”

Halo shakes his head, "Still… I can't help but worry. I don't like seeing people hurt because of my mistakes." He says softly, glancing up at the other, he takes Thatchers hand in his own, gently holding it. "I never want to make people do things they don't want to do, and I've already requested so much from you…" He sighs softly.

“It’s alright, Halo. You really haven’t asked for much at all. And do you think that I don’t want or do this?” Thatcher asked, holding Halo’s gaze. “My true job is to protect innocence and to serve those of my choosing. People created a binding spell to twist those rules up a bit. But you have been good to me so far.”

Halo gulps softly, shutting his eyes. "I…" He takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "I don't want you to think you're my servant or anything." He says softly. "I never liked being higher up than someone. C-could you possibly think of yourself as my equal." He mutters.

Thatcher’s lips pursed slightly in thought as he considered it. That would be something false that was happening, really, if he agreed to that. Technically Halo was his superior at the moment. But he could see how upset it seemed to make Halo, and he nodded his head slowly. “Okay, we are equal,” he said.

Halo smiles gently to himself. "Thank you." He whispers softly. "That makes me happy." He smile up at Thatcher, his smile wide and happy.

A very faint smile came to Thatcher’s lips when Halo grinned up at him. He nodded his head, thinking about how they were still holding hands. He let go, though, shifting on his heals a bit. “You’re welcome,” he answered.

Halo realized as well, "Oh… Sorry!" He chuckles nervously, taking his hand back, a small blush running along his cheeks, "Didn't mean to overstep boundaries." He takes a step back.

“No, it’s alright,” Thatcher told Halo, shaking his head a bit. Of course he didn’t mind much if they touched. He thought Halo would think it would be strange. What a terrible misunderstanding.