forum Why would you love a monster like me? (One on One)

Started September 02, 2018 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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John reached a hand up to cup Halo’s cheek, the pad of his thumb drawing small circles on his lover’s skin, “Why do your eyes change color like that every once and a while?” He asked softly, admiring Halo’s perfect face.

Halo tilts his head in confusion. "What do you mean?" He asks as he purrs softly at John's touch. He smiles warmly at the other, gazing at him with love and adoration.

“They changed to blue just now,” John murmured back, tilting his head to the side a a little. Halo’s so perfect… He ran a hand through his lover’s hair, smiling a little at him.

Halo shrugs as best he could. "Not sure love." He chuckles and kisses his forehead. "I love you." He mutters softly, smiling a little as he gazes at the other.

John smiled at the kiss and moved to greedily kiss Halo on the lips, savoring the taste of him. “I love you too,” He whispered onto Halo’s lips, then going back into another kiss.

Halo smiles a little as he's kissed, kissing back happily. He smiles warmly at the other, chuckling softly as he holds the other. He chuckles as John replies before kissing him again. He loved John so much.

John kissed him deeper, making a small pleasant noise. He brought his hands to ghost over the other’s soft neck, basically melting where he was. I love you, I love you, I love you…
Someone cleared their throat, and said in a strained voice, probably Brennan, “Captain.”

Halo nuzzles against the other as he's kissed lovingly, passionately, and deeply. He sighs but starts when he hears someone enter the tent. He eases into John's gentle grip. He couldn't wait to get out of here.

John turned his head lazily as Brennan walked over, arms crossed over his chest. “You have something to explain,” He started, eyeing the tray of food, “Since we are leaving today, I sent a few spare men to pack up your things since you clearly hadn’t yet,” Brennan looked them up and down, clearly judging how they were laying in bed like that, “And they found remains in your tent.”
John frowned slightly, knowing that the annoyance in Brennan tone was only caused by stress. He quietly explained, “The man attacked me when you two were giving that speech thing.”

Halo rests against John, not even caring about the conversation. He would need a lot of rest if he was going to fly them. He nuzzles into John, falling asleep.

John smiles as Halo, not daring moving too much in case of waking him. Brennan seemed to pick up on John’s wishes to let Halo sleep, because he said quietly, “You should’ve told me.”
“I was bleeding a lot,” John explained, hand ghosting over the spot where his neck had been cut open, “I’m sorry, Brennan. You’ve always been a good friend of mine, alright.”
Brennan’s gave softened, just so slightly that only someone who knew him for a long time would be able to tell. “Alright. Alright. Listen, your things are all packed up and ready to go so you and him can rest…” He said softly, letting out a breath. “I just am worried, you know they won’t accept him back in the States.”
John smiled sadly. Brennan was still hoping that John would return with him. “I know, Brennan. I know. Let him rest, I’ll talk with you again later,” John lied, “Goodbye, Brennan.”
Brennan nodded his head, walking out the tent flap as he said, “Goodbye, John.” John watched him leave, then closed his eyes and stayed in Halo’s arms.

Halo woke blearily and confused a few hours later. The events of the day runs through his mind and he jolts in remembrance before easing and holding onto John. He sighs quietly, nuzzling into John's warmth. He smiles softly. He always wanted to stay like this. In the others arms. Safe and sound. He knew they should probably head out in a little while, but he was so comfortable. He didn't want to leave this warm, safe spot with his lover.

John brushed his hand over Halo’s forehead and through his hair, humming softly, “Morning, love…” He held Halo tightly, kissing his cheek softly, “Do you feel well-slept, my angel?”

Halo smiles a little as he curls into the other, leaning lovingly into John's touch. He loved the soft yet somewhat calloused hands of his lover. He kisses John's neck softly. "Morning to you as well, handsome. I slept wonderfully well, thank you." he says softly, looking up at the other happily.

John smiled, then glanced at the tent flap, “We should probably go soon. I heard the camp is mostly packed by now,” He said quietly, moving to sit up and stretch. He reached down to grab Halo’s hand and doodle circles on it with his thumb, “Do you feel okay?”

Halo sighs as John says that. It wasn't a sigh of annoyance, but a sigh of happiness. They would be leaving soon. It would just be him and John. That's all he ever really wanted. "Yeah, most likely." He whines when John pulls away and sits up. Halo smiles a little and lift John's hand to his lips. "I'm wonderful."

John smiled, moving a finger to lazily trace Halo’s soft lips, “Are you sure I’ll be light enough?” John glanced at his wing, which he let hang limply from him. There was a dull ache in it, but Halo’s herbal medicine had certainly been working this whole time.

Halo purrs, kissing John's finger softly. He loved how gentle John was with him. He nods and smiles. "Babe. It's going to be okay. I know I can carry you." he replies, kissing John's hand lightly. He tilts his head and looks at the bandaged wing. "Is your wing doing any better, love?"

John smiled even more at the little kisses on his hand. He glanced at his bandaged wing again, “It still aches a little bit,” He said quietly, chewing his lip and moving his hand to finger the bandages a little, “Can I look at it, or should I just leave it bandaged?” John did want to see his wing and examine the wound before they left.

"I'll have to take care of it before we leave. You can look at it then, okay, Love?" he asks softly, nuzzling the other gently as he smiles up at John.

John slowly unwrapped the bandages, letting them fall. The wound was an ugly red, a complete hole through his wing. John chewed his lip, glancing back at Halo for a brief second as he asked, “Do you think it’s healing okay?” It was harder to know… Ever since John enrolled in the military, he had seen knife wounds of every kind. But not one in a wing, not like this.

Halo helps him remove the bandages and hums in thought as he looks at the wound. His eyes turn softly as he places a gentle hand on his wing, just above the wound to push the feathers out of the way. "Yes. It's healing rather well… I'll need to put more herbs on it so it can continue healing, but it should be okay. I'll re-wrap it, then we'll leave."

“Thank you, Halo,” John whispered softly, intertwining his fingers with his lover’s hands. “You really saved me, you know,” He gazed into Halo’s eyes, their unique crimson color beautiful in the light.

"Of course, my love." Halo squeezes John's hand lightly before smiling warmly at him. "There's no need to thank me for that, John. I love you. I'd do anything for you." He whispers, kissing the back of John's hand lightly. "I can say this for certain." He smiles before slipping out of bed and gathering a few herbs, meshing them together, then carrying them towards the other and smiling softly. "Alright, here we are."

“Will they hurt when you put them on?” John asked quietly, gripping the sides of the bed already. His eyes flicked down to the bruises on Halo’s neck before he looked away entirely. Never again will I hurt him like that. John started chewing on his lower lip in anxiousness.

"No, it'll actually make it feel better." Halo replies softly, smiling warmly at the other. Slowly he places the herbs onto the wound, taking a deep breath as he spreads the purplish goop. He then grabs a bandage and takes a deep breath, slowly wrapping the wing with slender fingers.

John let out a sigh of relief, closing his eyes peacefully as Halo spread the medicine with the utmost gentleness. He smiled a little. Halo cared for him so much… John leaned against Halo’s warm chest as he worked on the wing. “You’re good at this…”

Halo smiled at how content his lover seemed to be. "I studied medicine and healing. Just because I'm a demon now doesn't mean I forgot everything." He replies softly, kissing John's forehead as he finished.

“Hmmmmm…” John hummed and he wrapped his arms around Halo’s waist, pulling him closer a little. His good wing moved without command, curling around Halo instinctively. “I don’t wanna get up…” John mumbled onto Halo’s chest, keeping his eyes closed. Never once in his life had he imagined himself whining about getting up when he was a captain of the military.

Halo smiles softly as John pulled on his waist gently. He wraps his arms around John's shoulders loosely, kissing the top of his head. He chuckles softly as John's good wing wraps around them. Halo laughs at that, before running a hand mindlessly through John's hair. "We need to leave soon, baby." He mutters softly, his dark wings wrapping around John's and shielding them from the rest of the world.