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

Started August 13, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Halo looks up at Thatcher, a small smile on his face. He had the odd impulse to hug Thatcher, but he didn't want Thatcher to think he was clingy. He brushes a stray piece of hair from his face.

Thatcher stood silently for a moment before clearing his throat softly. “You food is probably well over done by now,” He commented, remembering what had been cooking in the kitchen.

Halo jumps. "Oh my god you're right!" He rushes towards the kitchen and peeps into the chili. He gives a relived sigh, "Just looks like the bottom burnt. The rest is ready to eat." He takes the pot off the warm stove and onto some potholders.

Thatcher walked into the kitchen, Nike following him. The large hound seemed to follow him everywhere, always on edge and ready for something. He lingered near a counter, leaning his elbows against it. Nike laid down close to him, taking up a good amount of the floor as two of her heads rested while the third stayed alert.

Halo hums, serving a bowl. "Would you like some?" He asks kindly, smiling towards Thatcher.

“No thank you,” Thatcher answered, shaking his head. It smelt good, but he knew he wouldn’t like the taste. Food always tasted flavorless to him, flavorless with a very slight bitter edge. He licked his lips, looking down at the counter top in thought.

He nods, smiling softly. Halo grabs a spoon and begins to eat, humming softly. He tosses a small piece towards Glitch, who jumps and catches it, before eating the piece happily.

Thatcher looked up from the counter top, watching Halo eat the food. “How does it taste?” He asked, arching a brow in question. His fingers tapped on the counter top before he stopped and began to pick at his nails.

"Mmm, spicy, then it goes sweet." He answers after swallowing a bite. He smiles at the other. Glitch whines softly, looking up at Halo. Halo chuckles, tossing him another piece of meat.

Thatcher’s lips pursed softly as he watched Halo eat. He ran a hand through his hair, brushing a few strands out of his eyes. “And that’s a good thing?” He asked.

"It's a very good thing, I think at least." He laughs softly, glancing at the other. His eyes are filled with curiosity as he looks towards the other.

Thatcher nodded his head in response. He caught Halo’s gaze, holding it for a moment before he forced his eyes away. He bit his lower lip softly, once again feeling the slight urge to jus grab onto Halo.

Halo smiles softly under the others gaze. He was quiet for a moment. "You almost seem hesitant. Is something wrong?"

“No, nothing is wrong,” Thatcher answered. He looked back at Halo, eyes glancing over his facial features for a moment. “I am alright,” he added after a moment of silence.

Halo nods slowly, finishing his food. He had very little to eat. He hums, standing and placing the bowl in the sink and washing it. "What do you want to do?" he asks curiously.

Thatcher thought for a moment before speaking. “I should get a bit more cleaned up, possibly,” he said, looking down at his blood splattered clothes and hands. He still had his own blood smeared on his face as the bruising became more noticeable.

Halo nods, smiling a little. "Bathroom is down the hall, first door on the right. Feel free to take a bath or shower or whatever." he says, a little smile on his face.

“Okay, I may get a quick shower,” Thatcher said with a nod of his head. He looked down at Nike, wondering if he should put her outside. She wouldn’t listen to Halo, and he was worried she may attack him if he does something. So, he walked to the backdoor, clicking his tongue for her to go outside. The hound gave him a look, the ears on one of the heads drooping comically as she walked outside.

Halo looks at Nike, "She's welcome to stay, if she wants. I don't mind." He says casually, humming as he starts to clean up a little.

“I know that you don’t mind, but if she gets restless, she may attack you, and I wouldn’t be around to stop her,” Thatcher explained, shutting the door once she was outside. He stepped over, remembering where he was told to go. “I will not take long,” he said, taking out the slip of paper and pen, giving it to Halo. “Keep this with you for now.”

Halo nods, watching as he places the dog outside. He takes the pen and paper, his eyes glancing down to his hands where the paper lays. He sighs softly and walks towards the living room.

Thatcher walks off, eventually going into the bathroom and shutting the door. He looked at his bruised face in the mirror, frowning at himself for a moment. He couldn’t do anything to Halo when he looked like this. With a sigh, he began to undress, turning on the water to the shower afterwards before he finished undressing and got into the shower.

Halo flops down on the cough and sighs softly, shaking his head and lifts Glitch up to rest next to him. He pets the top of Glitches head absently, shaking his head slightly.

Thatcher washed the blood off of his body, wincing softly when the water would hit any open wounds. He sighed as the tension left his body, and he ran his hands through tangles in his hair. It felt a bit nice to be alone for a moment, the only sound being the water rushing from the shower head.

Halo slowly fell asleep on the couch, his wings wrapped around himself as he rests, using his hands as a pillow.

Thatcher washed his hair with a bit of shampoo and conditioner, scrubbing himself off with a bit of soap afterwards. After he was all rinsed off, he turned off the water and got out of the shower. He found a towel and dried himself off a bit, his hair growing messy. He eventually got dressed again and came out of the bathroom.

Halo was still asleep. His lips are slightly parted, some stray hair falling in front of his eyes. His breathing is gentle and light.

Thatcher walked into the living room, finding Halo asleep. He leaned against the back of the sofa, watching him closely and how peaceful he seemed to look while he was sleeping. He wondered if Halo would wake up if he moved him to his bed. Halo would be more comfortable there..

Halo lets out a soft whimper in his sleep, shivering slightly, then giving a strangled cry. He goes still, but a look of pain etches its self on his face. Glitch whimpers softly, pawing at his hand.

Thatcher frowned, noticing that Halo seemed to be having a bad dream. He thought that he must be deep in a sleep, so he decided he would put Halo to bed. He stepped around the couch, carefully lifting Halo’s small frame into his arms with a bit of ease. He checked to make sure he hadn’t woken up before carrying him to his bedroom.