forum "In Hiding We Found Love" one on one (closed)

Started September 18, 2018 by Deleted user

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"Avery" He repeated, "You need medical help?" He asked, worry plain in his voice

"Wha…?" He looked over at his wing tip to discover that the pulling sensation was being caused by a bullet wound through his entire wing. Blood was already staining his light grey wings red.
"Y-yes," Atticus nodded as with every wing beat it became harder for him to use his wing properly. The shock seemed to have staved off any searing pain, for now at least.
"I need to land soon…"

"Yeah, do you need help getting down?" he asks, not waiting for an answer, he uses his power to lower the angel onto the ground softly "We need to find a place for the night." he says, looking at the now darkening sky.

yo//

lol, that sucks//

ye, back to the rp?//

this dead?//

(Oh hell no) (also thank you for bumping this Dusk)

Atticus stared at this stranger in surprise. "Wait," he tried to catch Avery's attention before he went off into the woods to search for shelter. "Why are you helping me?" He winced as he tried to fold his wing in close to his body.

"You seem nice." Was his reply as he walked into the forest, searching for shelter. He finds a wide caves and brings Atticus to it. "This good?"

Atticus was led to a cavern by this interesting stranger. "Thank you… yes this is great." He nodded as he slowly made his way into the opening. He started to tremble as shock and adrenaline began to wear off and leave Atticus with the pure pain of his would. He couldn't help but notice small streaks of blood running down his feathering wings.

"I need to get you patched up Angel Boy." He says, inspecting the wound. "Im going to use my powers to knock you out, okay? I need to stitch it up."

"Um… o-okay." Atticus squirmed nervously and in pain as Avery inspected him. He was on the verge of tears from pain and fear–he was just about ready to do anything to stop as he felt waves of searing heat flash across his wing. "I don't care what I have to do to pay you back, just please make it stop," he whispered as he continued to tremble.

"Okay, your going to be out for a while." He says calmly as he cracks his neck. Avery starts to sing a relaxing melody, the music slowly became louder as Avery's powers grew.

Atticus felt his eyes grow heavy as Avery began to sing. His head bobbed a few times as he tried to stay awake but eventually, his body grew numb and limp as he fell forward onto the cavern floor. His injured wing was splayed out from his body and his feathers lightly brushed the dusty cave floor.

Avery pants. "Well that was fucking hard." He muttered and started singing a new song, one that would hopefully heal the wound. When Avery was finished he walked into the forest looking for something to eat but still keeping an eye on the cave where the passed out angel was.

Atticus laid on the cave floor, still passed out. His wing was healed as the bullet went clean through, though his feathers were stained red with his blood. The front of his body was covered in a layer of dust from being on the ground. His eyes flickered around underneath his eyelids, somehow induced in REM sleep.

Avery walked back into the cave abut an hour later, holding a dead deer along some nuts and berries. He looks at the sleeping Angel "Hmm, you shouldn't still be asleep. Though i suppose it could be different with Angels" He muttered, setting his prey down and starting a fire to cook it on. He usually eats meat raw but who know, maybe angel boy doesn't.

Atticus's eyes flickered open when he felt the warmth of a fire near him in the cave. The smell of cooking meat woke him from his sleep, making him realize how starving he really was. Light grumbles emitted from his stomach as he pushed himself up into a sitting position on the floor. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off his sleepiness. He blinked several times before looking down at himself, surprised to find his clothes still on and normal, and his wing repaired. He looked around to find Avery sitting a few feet away, cooking the meat–from what Atticus assumed was a deer. He looked around slowly, trying to process everything.
"You… actually healed me?" Atticus asked softly, unsure of Avery's motive still. "Thank you… H-how do I pay you back for this? I, I'll do anything."

"No, you won't. I did this out of kindness, not as a favor. So shut the hell up and rest Angel Boy. I made food." He says, handing him a piece of meat on a piece of tree bark. "Sorry if its not the best, i'm not used to cooking. I eat meat raw."

(Lmao aggressively nice Avery is my spirit animal)

Atticus was stunned to silence as he processed Avery's words. He eventually nodded and accepted the food with tentative hands. "Thank you. It's fine," Atticus mumbled as he dug into the cooked meat with a passionate hunger. It had been a week since he had eaten something this large of a meal.

"So." Avery said somehow pulling out a god damn teapot "Whats your story Angel boy?"He asks, puttling the kettle over the fire.

(lmao does Avery have a Mary Poppins bag or some shit xD)

Atticus let himself slow down and swallow his food before answering the mysterious guy. "Well… I'm a Fallen Guardian Angel. It's kinda complicated but basically, I was fired from my place in heaven and banned to live outside the Holy Gates forever, even in death. I deserve this punishment…" Atticus trailed off as he went back to forcing himself to continue eating. "And your story, mysterious and helpful stranger with a beautiful voice?" he asked through a mouthful of meat.

"Im a Siren, i blew up my world so now i live here." He said simply, as if he didn't just admit to destroying a world. He took the kettle off the head and poured tea into a thermos.

pretty much//

Atticus had to do a double take on Avery. Did he just… what? Did he admit to blowing up his world? He blinked innocently at the siren, trying to decode the man. "Um… I'm sorry but did you just say you blew up your world? I'm not sure if I heard you correctly," Atticus wasn't sure if he was hearing things or not–his ears could still be messed up from the aftermath of that scream earlier…

"Yup." Avery took a sip of his tea, it was sirenian flower tea from his world. He stared at the man infront of him, gathering as much data as possible So, Angel Boy is Fallen Angel Boy. His name is Atticus and now he's somewhat afraid of me. Goody. He tilts his head slightly But, Damn he is adorable.

Atticus ruffled his hair with his hand, clearing it of any dust still leftover. He tried to distract himself from the fact he was sitting next to a being that could destroy worlds. His attempted distraction failed as he seemed to finish off his meal of cooked meat, which left him staring blankly at a piece of bark in his hands. He tried to ignore the fact his face seemed to be heating up for some reason.

Avery noties that Atticus's face is red. "Do you have a fever?"
He moves closer and touches Atticus's forehead with the back of his hand.
Avery is just laughing inside….