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

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

tune

Okie//

Alvor rushed through the door, giggling loudly. "Dad! Papa! I'm home!" He calls. Halo looks up and smiles. "Hey there bud." Alvor was now at the age of 13, rambunctious, excited and curious about everything. His wings had grown and now trialed behind hi. When he walked, they were long and much like a Ravens. His hair had grown and became a darker brown, his heterochromia eyes filled with excitement.

John smiled at Alvor joyfully, just so proud to be able call this kid his son. The past eight years of his life had been wonderful, having Alvor and Halo with him. His flashblacks had faded off within the first year they had Alvor, and now they were just a distant memory.

Alvor giggles and tackles John with a hug before hugging Halo. "It was so cool! I saw a flying toad!" He giggles before sitting on the couch. "And Maria managed to make a flower grow! It was a blue rose! It was super pretty!" He smiles as he looks at his parents.

John smiled brightly, “A flying toad? And a blue rose?” John sat beside Alvor on the couch, “Now that’s incredible! And where on earth did you see that?” John asked with a grin, just happy that his son was so happy.

"In the market when I was getting the milk." He giggles and hands Halo the bottles. Halo smiled and ruffled his hair gently. "Sounds like quite the adventure." He says as he puts the foods away and goes to sit beside John, resting his head on John's shoulder.

(Pssst
Um, hi. I’m back. How have things been lately?
Also, I’d love to continue or reboot this if you wanted to maybe?)

Oh my god! Welcome back! I would love to continue, sorry. I just got back myself. //

(Really? lol, well then welcome back to you too :) I absolutely loved this roleplay, I’m happy to continue it :D )
John smiled proudly at Alvor, “Well you’re my little adventurer, aren’t you,” He grinned as he rested his head against Halo’s softly. This couldn’t be better. He loved Alvor and Halo so much. They filled his heart with joy every single day.

Halo smiled proudly at his son as he rested beside his husband. This is what he really loved about life. Having a family. He kissed John's cheek lovingly as he watched Alvor grab his sketchbook before scurrying over to his fathers and settling on their laps.

John kissed Halo’s cheek in reply, grinning happily at him. He wrapped one arm around his husband’s waist, another around Alvor as soon as he sat down. “Ooo, can I see?” John smiled as he looked at Alvor with his sketchbook.

Alvor nods excitedly and opens the sketch book, showing a page of their family. John, and Alvor sitting on John's shoulder while Halo stood beside John. The picture was well drawn, and careful crafted. The 13 year old looked at his dad's and grinned.

John smiled warmly, a sparkly feeling in his chest. This family was perfect, just the way Alvor drew it. “I love it, Alvor.” He kissed Alvor on the forehead, “You’re a very amazing artist.”

Alvor smiled. "Thank you papa." He says happily, snuggling into their laps more. He looked rather pleased with himself. Halo smiled softly and kissed his husband before wrapping an arm around Alvor. "Indeed… It's very well done." He chuckles.

(Lol)

It had been quiet that night going to sleep. But around midnight Hallo bolted up from his bed, his eyes searching the room. There was stifled crying and he shot out of bed and into Alvors room. He inhales sharply as he rushed to the bedside and insects his son.. He had a high fever. "John!" He cries desperately.

John slowly lifted his head, grogginess dragging him down. “…What?” John mumbled, sitting up. But then the panic in Halo’s voice and the sniffling registered in him, and he was quickly on his feet, “Halo? Alvor?” He quickly made his way into Alvor’s room, “What’s going on, what’s wrong?”

Halo was already taking care of his quietly sobbing son. Alvor had a high fever, and he was dry heaving. "Papa… Papa it hurts…" He moans, reaching out towards John. Halo was grabbing a bowl of cold water, medicine and a rag.

John took Alvor’s hand, squeezing it lightly as he felt his son’s forehead. His eyes widened and his breath was caught in his throat for a second. “It’s going to be okay Alvor, it’s going to be okay.” John’s heart was pounding—he had no idea what to do.

Halo looked at John with worried eyes, "Healing… we need a doctor… I could call Marrow… But I don't know when she would get here…" He says, his eyes trained on his son. "I don't know if your healing abilities can work on internal wounds…" He whispers. Alvor heaves and Halo offers a bucket and Alvor heaves. "Shhhh, breathe… I'm sorry baby… I know it hurts…" He whispers.

John bit his lip nervously, rubbing his hand on his son’s back. He willed some of his healing magic on his son, but he didn’t think it was doing anything. He glanced at Halo and asked nervously, “What should we do?”

Halo dials Marrow, his eyes facing at his trembling and weak son. He waited before, "Hello? Halo it's the middle of the night…" he could hear her tired voice over the line. "I know but it's Alvor. He has a high fever, he's throwing up… I just. Can you please help him…?" There was a pause before. "I'll be there in 10."

A small wave a relief washed over John, his panic lessening. He continued to rub circles in his son’s back, “What do you think he has? Maybe food poisoning?” Hopefully nothing too bad…

(What should he have?)

Halo looked over at his husband and nods as he runs a hand through his sons hair as Alvor coughed and wheezed. "Papa it hurts…" He whimpers softly, his eyes shutting as he whimpers. He holds onto his parents as he cries.

(ooo, maybe it could be something super hard to cure so they have to search for some mythical object to save him (so we could keep developing John and Halo), or maybe something semi-normal but Alvor would have to go to a hospital type place but then he could meet another sick girl/boy/etc and we could develop more of his story from there, or something entirely different lol. We could just make up a disease/cold or something, like “Hatchinsons’s Disease” or whatever lol)

“Help will be here soon,” John promised softly, biting his lip. He wished he could do something more, but he was stuck rapidly tapping his foot.

(Maybe we could do a mix of it! Maybe Hanahaki disease and they have to find something to cure it, and go on this quest and Alvor meets someone?)

Halo rubbed his back before looking at John, his eyes wide. Alvor heaves again, choking on something. Halo shushed him gently and kissed his forehead.

(Ooo, that sound awesome!)
John watched Alvor carefully, “It'll be okay.” In truth, he only hoped his words were truth. John had never seen something like this before in his years of being in the army.