forum Fallen Angels and Broken Wishes (One on One)

Started November 17, 2018 by @Every_Fandom_Ever_

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"No, they won't grant i- I mean," she caught herself. "That's not what I mean." Stop screwing things up!

Micheal tilted his head again. “Granted? What do you mean by that, Red?”

Her tongue seemed to tie itself up. "I, the umm uh I don't." She took a deep breath. "It's a long story. We should probably get going." Idiot!

Micheal squinted but nodded slightly. “Okay. My home’s just a couple minute’s walk, so…”

"Okay, well then lead the way." She did her best to cover her multiple mistakes. Thanks last thing she needed for the only person who would help back away in horror as she tried to explain.

Micheal nodded and started off down the path back home. He didn’t get to make wishes tonight, but he could come back again. Wishes helped him cling onto the fact that something was listening.

Red followed behind but not too close. She was thinking to hear to keep up on how she would find the wish. There wasn't really an efficient way. The only way to do it would take time that she didn't want to waste.

Micheal led out of the forest, then paused so she can catch up. In New York, it was difficult to walk one behind the other. They had to walk side-by-side in case something happened.

(Ooooofff I thought I had responded)

Red was so into her thoughts she hadn't noticed Micheal had stopped. Her ideas were limited, almost all of them taking too much time, but it didn't stop her from thinking through everything inch by inch.

You know what you could tr-

She ran right into having not noticed his stopping. She stumbled back a little. "Sorry."

(Oooooof)

Micheal grabbed her quickly to stop her from falling over the cracked pavement. He retracted, with a quick jolt-gutting realization that a handful of blood was left on her white, perfect shirt.
“Th-that’s okay.”

"I-" She glanced to her where he had caught her and saw the blood. "But are you?" It felt like something was expanding in her chest. Worry. It was worry for him. One didn't normally bleed with no reason.

Micheal hastily shoved his scratched up and slightly stabbed hands into his pockets.
“Uhuh, I’m fine.” He put on an unconvincing smile.

Her voice was firm. "No, you're not." She looked him straight in his eyes to find them broken around the edges. Why is this so familiar? She broke the eye contact as quickly as she had made it suddenly aware of how sharp her way of caring was She sighed deeply and looked away. "Look, I- it's not." She thought for a moment. About the blood. The blue. The broken-hearted everything about him she's seen for the past little amount of time she's known him. She started over, this time with a softer gaze into his eyes. "Which is okay. But don't let yourself be not okay when you could be okay." Oh my gosh, can't even word things right. "Look, you're helping me. So, in exchange, I'm going to help you." I can do that and find the wisher, right?

(Oh my god you’re riding me up xD

Like stHAP BEHING BEHTERRRR

nah I love your writing style, cheers m8.)

Micheal shifted away from her. No one ever wanted to help. He had to be the helper, the slave, the maid, the butler. He had to be the one expressing his time to help other’s causes. Not him. He was pointless; faceless.
“Er… n-no, it’s fine. You don’t need to help me.”

(AHHHHHHHHHH but yours is so amazing and so clean and it just cleanses my whacked mind)

"Wrong. I haven't ever helped in my life. So, for once I'm going to." She didn't really count the wish as helping, but she wasn't sure why. Maybe because she wasn't even sure if she needshad actually granted anyone's wish. Even though she wasn't technically defying anything here on Earth, it felt like she was defying something. There was an odd feeling that replaced the worry in her heart, but she couldn't even place a guess as to what it was. "Just let someone help you for once."

(Clean? You mean I get to the point?

heh that’s called laziness and poor vocabulary

Nah but really school has pressed into me that I be short and sweet so it reflected into my writing ._.)

Micheal shook his head. “No, I’ll be fine. I’ve always been like this…” …and no one else has wanted to help, Micheal continued in his mind privately, sighing softly. No one had even tried to figure out what his situation of life was.

(XD My mood. But seriously you write better than I do soooooo)

"All the more reason for me to help." She thought for a moment. "You shouldn't be like this for forever. You have the right to be happy."

(No I don’t. You imply so much in your writing and it’s just mmm.

What makes my writing so good?????¿¿¿¿¿

People have told me and I’n like

._. Kay)

Micheal disagreed with her statement on the matter. He had no reason to be happy. He was a bad man, a bad person. Though he had never done anything, he still felt he was a bad guy. He shrugged slightly in response.

(You're writing is like how writing should be. It goes somewhere, but along the way it makes pitstops at these little gas stations you find little trinkets and candies you wouldn't find anywhere else. It's just. It's amaziiinnggg.)

"You shouldn't have to question your right to happiness." She knew this much. Up in the Night Sky, every star was happy. There was no sadness; if there was, it was quickly whisked away by the proper authorities. So, in order to keep herself safe, she-Red- had made an effort to be "happy." Even if it meant just greeting people with a smile. She had convinced everyone she was happy and satisfied, even herself for quite sometime. Until she heard the wish. Maybe it was the fact she herself had wished the same thing before. "Look, just give me a few days. If you're not happy by then and you don't want me to keep trying to help, I'll leave you be if you'd like."

(Oml that metaphor is gold. That makes a bit of sense, I suppose, but ehhhh I feel like I drag it along a lot and didjmej I feel like I bore my partner(s)/reader)

Micheal knew at least he wasn’t questioning his happiness. He knew he was sad. Period. No one should have to stick their necks out for him, in fact, it was usually vise versa.
He shrugged it off. “Whatever you say. I don’t think I need help.”

(Ppfffttt then your feels are broken bc it's amazing. It's what lifts up everything.)

"Really? When's the last time you smiled?" She hadn't seen him smile yet. Like, at all. Not even the faintest hint. She suspected that he hadn't in a while. Just depending on the depth of the blue tracing his silhouette.

(My feels or feels? XD but yeah man thanks!)

Micheal swallowed. He couldn’t remember. Definitely not high school. Too stressful, too many people, too much homework. Middle school? Hell, he didn’t even remember it.
“I… I dunno.”

(Idk XD And yeah, no prob)

"Well, I'm going to change that." While some of her starry smiles were forced, she did have true ones in the sky, and to know that he hadn't felt a true smile long enough to where his memory no longer holds it made her sad. She may not be able to twist the literal strings of fate, but she can still make a smile form. Even if it takes a little.

Micheal gave her a fearful look, glancing around. “Er-erm… okay, I guess.” He shifted his weight around and looked back at her. She certainly seemed determined.

She eased back a bit. "Okay. What now?" Now that she had finished her rant/promise to help, she couldn't remember what they were doing before.

“Going back to my place.” Micheal shifted. “And I was waiting for you to catch up.”

"Right. Well then, onwards we shall go." She laughed lightly as she began to follow him.

(Oof, excuse my writing and short response, I just woke up from a not so good sleep. Anyway, good morning! How are you?)

(Lol, you’re excused, friend! I’m fine. I have five KitKatssssss)

Micheal paused again. “Walk beside me. It’s dangerous to walk behind someone.” He beckoned her forward.

(Ohmygoshhhhh luckkkyy)

She did as she was told and walked beside him. "Why?" She looked to him. "Why is it dangerous, I mean?"

“You could get kidnapped… or…” Micheal didn’t want to tell her where and what could happen. “Just… just walk next to me, yeah?”