forum My Dysfunctional Family, But I Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way

Started July 18, 2018 by Deleted user

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Trinity blushed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she rambled, collecting the kittens quickly.

Asher stared deep into her eyes with his piercing glare. “Why are you sorry. Are you controlling the damn cats? If not you have no reason to be sorry, there’s absolutely nothing you could control in this situation.” It came out as a stern growl, as he tried to express his thoughts. He cringed a little from how mad it sounded, hoping she understood the “tough love” concept behind it.

//hi if this is continuing can I add/change my character?

Trinity flinched a little, but she managed to keep a hold on the kittens in her arms. "O-Okay," she replied softly. Her voice was airy and delicate.

Asher lowly sighed, wondering what possessed him to be this way. He tugged his beanie down further moving his hair so it covered one of his eyes. “Now the more you know. Don’t be a doormat for others,” his gaze turned to the floor. Part of him wanted to just slam the door and be done with this, but the other part of him, most Of him wanted to wait until she left of her own will. Why he felt like this, he had no idea. What made his feelings toward some dumb angel different than how he felt about others?. He shook his head slightly.

Trinity noticed the shake of his head. "Wh-What's wrong?" she stammered, worried about how he would take the question.

Asher caught her eyes again when she asked that question. “Oh, nothings wrong. I just, have a headache,” he easily lied through his teeth.

Trinity pressed her lips together tightly. "Angels know when people are lying," she said softly.

Pressing a hand to his forehead, Asher sighed then muttered, “Of course you can…” He gave an exaggerated eye roll, more than a little annoyed.

Trinity felt her cheeks heat up. "S-Sorry."

Leaning against the door, he turned his gaze to the wall. “Eh, don’t be. I’ve gotten used to all this stuff by now.”

Her eyes glowed completely golden for a second, then she looked at him with wide, innocent doe eyes. "You have pyromania?" she whispered. He'd never told them before. Just like she'd never told them about her biggest fear that she kept hidden beyond all other fears: pyrophobia.

Okay, this was a new thing. This hadn’t happened with the others before. He took a step back. “I- er- yes.. I do.. Ended up in a psych ward for it at one point..” He sounded ashamed, a feeling that didn’t happen to him often. He rubbed the back of his neck and kept glancing up at her, wondering how she knew that.

"Do you still?" she asked warily. Her pyrophobia had haunted her for ages…

“I mean, it’s gotten better over the years, you don’t see me running around lighting fire to everything, do you? It mostly just flares up when I’m angry I guess.. Probably me being a demon doesn’t help that urge.” Asher couldn’t quite meet her eyes. He was unsure why, but there was something about how she sounded when she asked that made him feel an almost guilty sensation.

((Low key have Light Em Up by Fall Out Boy stuck in my head now xD))

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"Oh. I'm sorry," she apologized again. Yawn and Lilac had leaped out of her arms again and meandered into the angels' room.

He watched the cats dissappear, before looking back at her and continuing the discussion. He raised his eyebrows before saying, “You apoligize a lot. You seem to have such a guilty conscience for a pure angel.” The last part was more or less just his thoughts accidentally being spoken aloud.

Trinity felt her face heat up rapidly. "If… if that's… I-" she cut herself off, not knowing what to say.

“Hm, now you’re the tongue tied one.” He smiled with satisfaction. His previously rigid stance changed back to his relaxed lean against the door frame.

Her blush intensened significantly. "I-I… Uh…"

He couldn’t help his smirk or smugness as he said, “What? Do you have something to hide, Angel?” He leaned in as he spoke the last word, adding even more emphasis on it.

Trinity swallowed nervously. "N-No."

He cocked his head to the side, his fangs glinting in the light as he smirked. “I’m not sure I completely believe you, to be honest.” He gave a shrug then and said, “Hey, what the Hell! I guess either you’ll tell me or you won’t though, whatever.”

Trinity shivered when she saw his fangs. They looked so sharp… they always scared her.

Dropping his defensive stance, he now took one of almost disappointment, like in his sick mind he liked toying with her. Or maybe it was just the fact that it was a conversation that wasn’t actually small talk. “Did I scare you or something,” his voice was now soft, with an edge of concern.

"Fangs," she managed before she couldn't trust her voice anymore.

He kept his mouth closed as much as possible as he replied, “I’m- I’m sorry… I don’t know… I guess I could try filing them if they make you that uncomfortable…” He started thinking aloud.

She swallowed. "You don't have to," she said, her voice wobbly.

“You sure? I don’t want every time I talk to you for you to be cowering in fear, as much as I care.”