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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Zackary shivered a little and curled up into his wings again. He hated being cold, so the warmth from his wings came as a relief.

Afriel tossed and turned trying to get comfy and warm. Eventually she woke up and peeked out wondering why he'd put the fire out. But quickly remembered they where in a cave and the smoke would have most likely choked them. "Psst, Wings. You still awake?"

Zackary poked his head out of his wrap. "Yes, I am. What do you want?"

"Did you have to put the fire out?" Afriel was slightly muffled by her wings that she refused to move from her face.

“Yes. It would’ve given away our position and choked us to death if I didn’t.” His answer was short, irritable, before he curled up into his wings again.

Afriel grumbled slightly as she pulled her wings closer to herself. "Well its cold. So when you find my frozen dead body in the morning, It'll be your fault."

(iLOVE IT WHEN MY RESPONSE GETS DELTED GRERRRRRR)

Zackary hummed and looked over at her. “I’m sure you could find some warmth in your wings. Us Demons don’t like being cold, so our wings are extra thick.” He rolled out of his wings and stretched them up the most they could go, granted the low ceiling. The individual black feathers glittered in the moonlight, giving off a beautiful, but eerie sight.

(I feel your pain.)

Afriel peeked out again, "well our wings aren't. So some of us are frezzing to death over here." She rolled into a sitting position yawning slightly.

(Freezing)

“Unless you wanna come over here, I’ll enjoy burying your corpse.” He snuggled back into his wings.

Afriel considered it for a moment before rolling back to her side and facing the wall. "I'd rather freeze to death." She grumbled, her face hot pink.

Zackary curled up into a ball, bissfully warm. “Mmm… so nice…”

"I'm going to hell for this." Afriel got up and shuffled over to Wings. Only sitting close enough to feel some warmth.

Zackary twitched somewhat and poked his head out of his wings. “What are you doing?”

Afriel felt her face turn slightly red again as she spoke, "I'm not willing to die from the cold." Her voice was a bit high pitched as she struggled to keep it even.

Zackary hummed and set his head back down. “Surely. But at the risk of sleeping next to a Demon?”

Afriel glared, "yes actually. Believe it or not I really don't like the cold." Most Angels where used to it from all the flying they did, but then again even in a war, there's hardly anytime to fly.

Zackary blinked at her a couple times. “Alright, you do you.” He curled back up, as warm as a little burrito. His warmth didn’t actually help warm her up, just gently teased her cold, goosebump covered skin.

With a deep sigh Afriel leaned her head back trying to welcome sleep. Even in the cold. It took some time, but sleep finally over took her.

(Yeet)

It was another night. Zackary had given her approval to leave just a few hours ago and had been very quiet since, gazing out the cave entrance and eating some deer he found.

(Okay.)
Afriel milled around in the background, she didn't want to have to go back to the war. Heck she could just 'stay dead' and run away if she'd liked. But at the same time she couldn't just abanded her comrades like that. Thoughs that where left at least.

Zackary leaned up against the wall, feeling warm, full and tired.
“I’m going to sleep. You can go now, if you’d like.”

"I've been gone long enough." Afriel stretched her wings testing for pain. For any reason to stay. But there was none. "Thanks again, for everything really." She gave him a slight smile as she got ready to launch herself back into a war she wanted no part in, "I guess the next time we meet it'll be life or death." Her smile turned slightly sad as she turned and left. Her large wings beating behind her.

Zackary didn’t respond when she left, nor did he move to go himself. He stayed, wrapped in his own wings and against the cave wall, his stomach wound throbbing fiercely.
At least I’ll be able to tend to this, now…

The rush of cold air agents her face made her feel so free, like long before all that'd happened. A twing of guilt stung at Afriel. She felt as if she should have given him something for being so nice, but then again she had nothing to give.

Zackary glanced out of the cave mouth to make sure she was gone. He tugged the little container out of his pocket, moved his wings and pulled up his shirt. He knew this was going to hurt like an ass on ice-hot metal, but he dipped his fingers into the sap and applied it to his wound nevertheless. He’d still need to stay there for a few days as this healed… after all, Hell wouldn’t let him back in if he were injured.