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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Afriel pounded her fists into some dough angrily. Her mind racing with what she could have done differently.

Zackary felt himself pass out again. The pain was truly too much for him to handle. It felt like his wings were falling off…

Skip a few more days because I’m a hoarder for things to do and drama (that is, if you don’t mind)

Zackary woke up slowly. His body felt somewhat recuperated. His wings were growing back almost phlegmy white-gray feathers. He felt like a newborn, shivering there.

(Honestly I'm not really that strict in RPS when ever you want do a time skip just make sure to say something first.)

Afriel offered a forced smile that morning when Eden asked if she was okay. Or course, she wasn't. Her chest ached with a pain that no one could ever feel and be the same. A pain that had slowly faded over the days into a dull reminder.

(^-^ Will do.)

Zackary sat up slowly. No protests from his body. Just a slight ache in his hip. He looked around. He was in a room that he didn’t recognize so much… he wondered where Afriel was, then he remembered. He shook his wings out. He had to get back to her. She might think he was dead. But how would he get back?

"Why don't you go out looking for Zackary today? I'm sure-" Afriel cut Eden off by slamming a cutting bored down. "Why? So when he does come back he can have the satisfaction of knowing he left me in pain? So he knows he can leave for days and I'll run around helplessly looking for him?" Tears stung at her eyes as she looked at Eden. "At this point if he does decide come back, it'd be a miracle."

Zackary nodded and walked out of the room he was in. He was fit to fly. Sure.
“M. Demon! Que faites-vous?” Exclaimed a rough accent, and a neatly shaven, brown haired fellow walked out of the kitchen.
Zackary cleared his throat and responded in messy French, “Je dois rentrer chez moi. Merci de me recevoir.”

Afriel shook her head, a small sad laugh escaping he lips. "Its funny honestly. Because it is true, I ran around helplessly looking for him." She shrugged in defeat. "I just, I can't. Not right now. This place holds memories. Can I take a vacation? Or what ever its called. I just need to leave."
Eden nodded her head with a tight lipped smile, "yeah, take your time."

“Mais monsieur, vous ne pouvez pas partir! Tu es toujours blessé!” Protested the man.
Zackary sighed and decided he had a point, then trooped back into his room.

(What if Afriel and Zackary ran into each other here? It’s just a little French town conveniently directly below where they live.)

(Yeah! But oh my gosh what if she sees him with someone and he sees her just as she takes off? breaks out the salt to rub in the wound)

Afriel had packed a bag and hugged Eden, "see you in a week." Afriel offered a smile and headed off on her way. Taking off into the sky and heading to a town that Eden had told her about.

(Noooo what if she’s shot off already and she spots him down below in a little mashbank trying to fly?)

Zackary looked at his wings and felt them along the joints. He wasn’t going anywhere until he learned to fly with them. But getting back to Afriel was the first thing on his mind.

(Do you wanna skip again? Skipaholic)

(Skipaholic. xD

But like yes, Skippy skip.)

The town was nice, but it didn't help that Afriel didn't know any French. She'd offer small nods and polite smiles when asked questions, but for the most part kept to herself.

(xD)

Zackary had a very nice time in the town too. He always ran errands for the French family. He learned their names, which were Fernie, and Leaneae. The pair were up to their asses in work, so Zackary always went to the market to get them food. But he’d always excuse himself to the little field nearby and would try to fly with his weakened wings. He was trying this late one Friday evening, getting rather impatient with his failing wings.

Afriel flew through the sky getting ready to head back home, even though she was dreading it. And that's when she saw him. At first she thought it was someone who needed help, but once she got close enough her eyes rested on his face. "Zackary?" Her voice wasn't necacerly loud, rather sad sounding.

Zackary fluffed out his wings, ready to try and fly again, until he heard his name. Perhaps it was the whisper of the wind? He looked up, seeing her.
“Afriel?”

Her wings seemed to have a mind of their own, making her land not far from him. "So, you've been here." Afriels voice shook ever so slightly.

Zackary’s wings shook slightly behind him and they flopped to the ground. Zackary took no notice of his infant-like wings.
“I had no choice to be here! I fell! I could’ve died!”

"You could have sent a letter, Zackary." Afriel forced any emotion from her voice, "I looked for you. Gosh, I drove Eden half crazy. Because of you." She shook her head, tears threatening to spill over.

“How would a letter manage to get up there, Afriel? I tried to think of something but I couldn’t. I was too busy being knocked out and severely injured.”
She fucking finds me, then proceeds to insult me for not telling her I almost died? Does she even care?

"It would have been nice to know!" Afriel wrapped her wings around herself. "I didn't think you where coming back- where you?" She looked up at him, her piercing eyes seeming dull.

“Why wouldn’t I come back?” He snapped this slightly. “Were you hoping I wouldn’t?” His wings stirred feebly on the ground. He didn’t feel mad, he felt just like his wings. Tired, broken and feeble. He didn't want to argue with her anymore.

"No. I hopped every day that I'd wake up and you'd be there." Her tone was barely above a whisper. "Why wouldn't I want you back?" Her eyes searched his face for answers.

Zackary sighed and visibly deflated. “I don’t know. Just the way you were talking and acting.”

"Oh." Afriel looked back down at her feet and stated quiet for a few minutes, thinking. "Are you okay?"

Zackary sighed and turned his back on her. This showed his faded out wings off fabulously.
“I’m not okay, as you can probably tell.”

"W-what happened?" Afriel risisted the urge to take a step forward.

“The disease that you mocked me for tore apart my body and my magic!” He whipped around, his wings rising slightly. “I’m not Demon anymore!”

"I'm sorry." Afriel didn't know why she was apologising, perhaps it was for many reasons, or perhaps it was only for a few.

Zackary’s wings fell heavily again, this time Zackary let himself fall with them.
“I can’t fly anymore. I’m broken.” The last part sounded close to tears.

Afriel was at his side in seconds, "hey, you'll learn to fly again. You learned once, remember?" She offered a small reassuring smile.

Zackary’s chest heaved in a raspy sob. He covered his face with his skeletal hands, squeezing tears away. He couldn’t cry, not over something to pathetic. Yet there he was, sobbing.