forum One on One(CLOSED)

Started November 13, 2018 by @Meow

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“My . . . Book?” She asked. After all, she needed to finish her book, and Malach has promised to keep it safe.

“It is here.” Mal held her around the waist and leaned her weight onto his side. “Just relax.”

She exhaled. “What would I do without you?” She smiled a bit, then willed herself to relax. Just relax Cassandra . . .

Mal smiled a little. “I have no idea. Right. I’m going to fly us back.”

“Okay . . .” She sunk further into her posture. Her hands burned, her joints were stiff. She would need to better check on herself after.

Mal picked her up carefully and lashed his wings in a take-off. He flew for a while, the wind rushing his hair back.

How long had it been? She didn’t know. She felt the wind rustle her hair and ripple through her wings. Soon she would be able to truly rest properly.

Mal soon landed at a more secure camp near a seaside. It was abandoned, since they had moved a while back, but there was still food and sleepingplaces. He walked into a tent, sat her down, found clean sheets for a bed and laid her down once he dressed the bed.

She shifted to lie on her other side, draping her wings over herself. “Thank you, Malach,” She had said that too much already.

Mal pulled her book out of his satchel and sat it down next to her. “You’re welcome, Cass. Hey, just call me Mal.”

“Yeah,” She muttered. “Okay,” She reached out for her book, holding close to her. “Obviously the battle just had to come right when I got to the best part,”

Mal shrugged. “You can’t stop war. We’ll go back whenever you feel better, okay?”

“Yep,” She said popping the p. “Now where was I . . .” She propped herself up, forgetting that she had wanted to check on herself, and continued reading.

Mal took the book gently and nudged her with a wing. “We’ve gotta see what’s wrong with you and get you dome rest.”

“I want to complain, but, you’re right,” She sighed.

Mal patted her head and set the book down again. “Right I am. Let’s take a look at ‘cha.”

“Mmmmm,” She swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She looked down at her legs and swept her gaze across her arms. Her mouth forming an O shape.

Mal sighed and looked at her arms up and down. “Good thing you didn’t tear anything important.” He grabbed a small roll of sticky-cloth (it was actually appendage with medical tape backing) and started wrapping her wounds, humming.

“How exciting,” She said sarcastically. She inhaled sharply, remembering that everyone might be judging her right now while she was absent.

Mal glanced up at her. “Just a reminder, I am your supreme. Don’t be afraid of being judged by the others.” He knew that inhale too well. People whenever he took them out of fights did the same thing.

“But . . .” She trailed off. She closed her eyes, feeling returning to her body. She could now feel more burning from the cuts and scrapes. Stupid demons . . . I just wanted to read and this is what I get . . .

Mal patted a few of her wounds. “It’ll sting for a bit, but you’ll be okay after a while.”

“How long is ‘a while’?” She asked, opening her eyes. It did sting, along with a sort of tingling sensation that rushed across her skin.

Mal shrugged. “We will find out once we get there. For now, get some rest and I will find food.”

(I’m gonna go to sleep meow, later)
“M’kay . . .” She lay back down, bringing her wings back over herself as a blanket. She calmed her breathing, bringing herself into a kind of meditative state so she could sleep, peacefully.

(Laterrrr)

Mal laid her down carefully and picked up the book. “I’ll be in the other tents if you need me.”