forum Honestly I shouldn't be allowed to open rps. (Closed) (yes another one-on-one) (stalkers welcome!)

Started September 26, 2018 by @Dirt

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Because your a demon. she wanted to say but stopped herself, "Because we're on different sides of the war." It still implied what she thought, but it didn't seem as mean if she put it that way, at least not to her.

Zackary relaxed into the floor, his wings furling out of his back upon request. "You think what you want. I'm going to bed…" He curled up in the wide wings, where they were so large they held him cocoon-like.

Afriel wrapped herself in her good wing again. The one that'd been impaled folded neatly at her back. It still hurt, horribly at that. But the pain seemed to be less when it was folded. "Right." She mumbled a slight fear returning to her voice.

Zackary curled up in a tight ball, shutting his eyes slowly. He drifted off, his ears ringing with the pain of war… the smell of blood in his nostrils…

It was later that night. It was extremely cold, since they were in high altitude, and clouds hung low in the cave. Zackary was curled up tight in his warm wings, yet the protection the Angel had was minimal.

Afriel pulled her wing around to protect her wound more then herself. If it caught infection she'd never fly again. She couldn't risk that. She shivered slightly, still thinking of how the demons won. It seemed to sting at her how she wasn't there. How she couldn't have done anything.

(I'm pretty sure the cold helps wounds but anyway)

She was cold (sorry for capturing your character). It bit her bones and knawed at her joints, the mist of the clouds soaked through her hair and clothes. If she wanted to survive without freezing, she'd have to find a method of warmth, and that only warmth was the sleeping Demon across the cavern, who seemed to be radiating warmth in her cold state.

(Nah its totally chill. I'm fine with character control. Also yeah I thought of that, the cold helping. But she's never been stabbed threw the wing before so she doesn't know.)

Afriel shook more with the cold and sighed knowing what she had to do. "I'm going to hell for this." She mumbled shifting over to to him. Being close enough for some warmth, but not close enough to be touching him. She adjusted her wings so the injured one was still at her back and the other wrapping her slightly.

(Whew! Thank god, I've been seeing 'No Character Control' prominent in rules and I wanna pin it to a source. Where is it coming from??? Also, if you'd like I can offer nerdy science wound stuff for cold situations! (also *through) ^~^)

Zackary snored gently from in his wings. His wings looked soft and innocent, now that they weren't fluffed out in agitation or anger. There is where the heat radiated from the most, the heat contracting and inducting qualities of the feathers made up for their heaviness.

(Hoestly 'no character control's makes things harder so I hate that rule and usually give people the okay for control of my characters if needed. Also yes fill me with your knowledge.)

Afriel slowly dozed off to the sound of his breathing.
The sun hitting her eyes in the morning, Or maybe it'd been her light if she talked in her sleep. Afriel, sometime in the night, had stretched her wing out so it was not only drapped over her but the demon too, and being half asleep still she'd had yet to notice.

Zackary was still snoring gently, his body spread out comfortably across his large wings. His head leaned back a little, his mismatched gray eyes shut and his mouth open in a peaceful sleeping face.

(OKay so you know how EVERYONE gets sick at winter because 'oh it's the season'. NO THAT"S FLASE IT"S BECAUSE PEOPLE BLAST THEIR HEATING UNITS. Why is this the reason??? Wellllllll it turns out that bacteria and viruses grow in heated situation, hence why heat in an OPEN wound attracts them virus to infect them wounds. In the winter or in colder climates and you have an open wound, it'll sting a little, but that sting is cleansing (i think), and it's killing harmfull stuff in your wound.)

(All hail the all knowing mighty Fork Satan!)

Afriel yawned realizing how close she was to a demon, and quickly pulled her wing back and scrambled aeay. he's still asleep. Good. she thought sitting up and shifting over back to the wall she'd been at the night before.

(Satan laughter ThE bEsT EnEmY Is A sMaRT oNE)

Zackary curled his fingers together as he slept, his chest and side falling rhythmically. The morning was still cold, so within seconds of leaving Zackary's side, she was freezing.

"This is so stupid." Afriel mumbled not wanting to have to get close to him again. "Hey wake up." She tossed a pebble at him, "wakey wakey." She tossed more pebbles till he woke up.

A pebble bounced off of his waist, which made him stir. He raised his head hazily.
"Mmmmm… What do you want?"

"Its morning." Afriel narrowed her eyes, "how'd you sleep?" She asked leaning back agents the cave wall her wing wrapped around herself.

Zackary gave a soft sigh. "I'm going to sleep more, thanks for asking." He set his head down. He was feeling so delightfully warm…

Afriel glared tossing more pebbles, "so sorry your highness but the suns up so you should too." Boredom grew with in her and she sighed, "besides if you sleep any longer you won't be able to sleep tonight."

Zackary curled up again. "Blah blah ballllaaaaahhhh lemmie sleeeeeep!"

Afriel let out a huff of annoyance and stopped throwing pebbles. "Fine. But when I'm sleeping peacefully tonight and you're wide awake it'll be your fault."

Zackary hummed gently. "If I have to deal with you all day I might be sleeping like a baby again."

Afriel glared, "you know what. I was gonna leave you alone. But now?" she continued her assault of pebbles launching them at his head now.

Zackary made an angry squealing noise and scootched around so his back was facing her. "NonOnnOnOnOnOO NOT THE PEBBLES!"

Afriel laughed quietly and stopped. "I never thanked you." She said looking at her hands, "so thank you. Thank you very much." She gave a small smile that she knew he couldn't see with his back turned to her.

Zackary grunted. "You weren't so ready to thank me yesterday." He looked at her over his shoulder, rolling over on his back. His shirt rode up a little, showing a soft, plushy looking, pale belly.

Afriel looked down, her face a bright pink once again, "W-well yesterday was different. I thought you where gonna kill me." She still felt as if he'd kill her but the feeling seemed to be going away. Almost as if she could trust him. Her hair fell in her face slightly and she continued to look at the ground shyly.

Zackary hummed and set his hands on his belly. It warmed his cold hands delightfully.
"Whatever you say, sweetheart." He shifted around amongst his feathers, shutting his eyes again.

"Sweetheart!?" Afriel glared at him, "for your information I have a name and its Afriel. Afriel hope. And I will not! Go by such nicknames." She crossed her arms underneath her wings her glare hardening.

Zackary sighed. "Angel names are so hard to say thoughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I'll just call you whatever comes to mind and go with it, I don't care."

"You don't care?" Afriel stood clenching her fists, "how'd you like it if I just called you by any name that came to mind? Like…like." She searched for a stupid name to call him but came up empty.

Zackary looked over with his eyebrows raised. His droopy gray eyes pierced her like pointy little butterknives, merely curious if the butter was melted enough.
"Like what, sweetheart?"