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Kai
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Hope this is okay.)
Aren’s footsteps patted along the damp concrete. The hazy glow of the sunset painted itself along the skyline as he walked, shooting a glance down at the unnatural cyanic glow of his smartphone. His gray eyes reflected the light, the color matching that of the cigarette smoke that he puffed from his lips. He was currently staying in an apartment with a close friend of his, but she was on a photography trip out of the country. She checked in on him every once in a while, but he knew that she had her own things to do. The same could be said of him, since he had exams later in the week. Aren knew he needed to focus and maintain perfect mental health if he wanted to score within the top percentages again.
The youth walked along, shoving the phone in his back pocket after inserting the cigarette into the side of his lips. There was a damp kind of rain, fragments of water droplets that searched aimlessly, finding purchase on the fabric of his clothes. It wasn’t a crowded part of town, and he needed to get home before it really started to get dark.
Aren could feel his clothes getting more wet with the passing moments, victims of the silent rain that he couldn’t feel. He sighed in annoyance, thinking that his shirt really didn’t need to shrink any more. It was a relatively slim black tank that hung low on the sides, with ‘bite me’ etched across the front in an edgy white scrawl. A multi-shaded gray flannel was tied around his waist, hanging just above his black skinny jeans that dove into his charcoal Vans.
It took him a while to realize that something was wrong. The streets were too silent, too dark. The only thing that greeted his senses was the smell of petrichor and the dull glow of the surrounding buildings that seemed to be getting choked out by the second. It was as if something was gripping at his neck, forcing the moment of deafness and seclusion forward as the rest of the world became… less. Less than it was.
Aren dragged his feet into a stop, desperately trying to crane his neck around to look at his surroundings.
One.
Two.
Three.
He had no idea where the counting was coming from, but it was obvious that it was inside his mind. Why was he counting?
Suddenly the breath was knocked completely out of him, jarring him free from the otherworldly trance that held him. Somehow he didn’t feel relieved.
Aren was practically thrown into a dead-end alley, over a few dumpsters and into the brick wall at the end. Warm and sticky blood began to slither down the side of his face… and he hit the ground.
There was a moment that he just laid there. Whatever was happening to him seemed to be something out of his control. His mind flooded with thoughts of death, and the many memories that seemed to be spewing through the cracks in his mind. Maybe this was what they were talking about when they say that your life flashes before your eyes.
Suddenly he blinked. Someone was there with him, someone he hadn’t noticed before. It was obvious that this was the person doing this to him… but why?
“Wrong place, wrong time, little human.”
The voice seemed to slither around him, coiling into a noose. Despite the struggle Aren forced himself to his feet. The blood was already beginning to clump in his hair. The mortal scowled at the newcomer as best as he could, squinting to see him.
He was tall, but… wavy. Like those wind fillers outside of car lots or something. Except the thing was: he was standing completely and utterly still. It was somewhere imbetween strobe and darkness for him. Obviously he wasn’t human.
His skin was deep gray and pulled too tightly around his bones. It seemed like leather, stretched like reptilian taffy over a frame of sharp balloon animals.
Aren wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, glaring at the frightening newcomer. It was by far the weirdest thing he’d ever seen.. But that didn’t mean that he was going to just sit around and wait for it to kill him.
“The hell do you want?” He tried to make his voice strong.
The thing walked forward, chuckling breathily. As it drew closer, Aren could see a forked tongue sliding over rows of horrifying teeth. His mouth was too wide and his face was too long, but he slowly began to shift as he drew nearer.
A man in a suit. His mouth was still frighteningly extended, but somehow he seemed more human. Maybe it was just his mind bending things a little so that he wouldn’t pass out.
“Maybe another soul to add to my collection, boy. Maybe to kill you for fun.” His eyes looked like tiny universe spheres with hellfire burning inside. The absolute fear that curled it’s talons on Aren’s heart was indescribable. His throat went dry.
Two more of these strange figures rounded either side of the alley’s corners. They were more animalistic, walking on primal fours and seeming to prowl instead of walk. Somehow he knew that they were of the same species though. They bore the same eyes, the same reptilian skin. They also seemed to strobe in and out of a concentrated existence like the first.
At this point, Aren had backed himself against the cold brick wall without willing himself to do so. He swallowed hard. “G-Get lost,” He meant to order, but it came out as more of a squeak. It was as if all of his oxygen was gone from his lungs and had left him as an empty husk of fear.
The Things laughed in hissing hysterics, gaining on him fast and seeming to push him back against the wall like same-sided magnets would. It was so tempting to just… close his eyes and sleep. That was what everyone did in the past. Those childhood memories of being in bed and seeing things that filled you with horror, things that would only go away if you closed your eyes and went to sleep. This was the exact same thing.
Aren balled his hands into fists and opened his eyes forcefully, snarling as he met the eyes of the center one. “I’m not gonna give you my soul or whatever, and I’m not going to lie down and let you freaks take it.”
He had no idea how any of what he said was supposed to work, but it sounded quite noble on his part.
The monster’s eyes glowed brighter, and he immediately knew his fate. It was spoken to him through some rift in his head. Why these creatures had singled him out was a mystery, but he knew that he was going to die. His spirit broke, and the boy slumped against the wall behind him.
He closed his eyes once more, certain that this would be the very last time.
@Krampus
Hope this is okay.)Aren’s footsteps patted along the damp concrete. The hazy glow of the sunset painted itself along the skyline as he walked, shooting a glance down at the unnatural cyanic glow of his smartphone. His gray eyes reflected the light, the color matching that of the cigarette smoke that he puffed from his lips. He was currently staying in an apartment with a close friend of his, but she was on a photography trip out of the country. She checked in on him every once in a while, but he knew that she had her own things to do. The same could be said of him, since he had exams later in the week. Aren knew he needed to focus and maintain perfect mental health if he wanted to score within the top percentages again.
The youth walked along, shoving the phone in his back pocket after inserting the cigarette into the side of his lips. There was a damp kind of rain, fragments of water droplets that searched aimlessly, finding purchase on the fabric of his clothes. It wasn’t a crowded part of town, and he needed to get home before it really started to get dark.
Aren could feel his clothes getting more wet with the passing moments, victims of the silent rain that he couldn’t feel. He sighed in annoyance, thinking that his shirt really didn’t need to shrink any more. It was a relatively slim black tank that hung low on the sides, with ‘bite me’ etched across the front in an edgy white scrawl. A multi-shaded gray flannel was tied around his waist, hanging just above his black skinny jeans that dove into his charcoal Vans.
It took him a while to realize that something was wrong. The streets were too silent, too dark. The only thing that greeted his senses was the smell of petrichor and the dull glow of the surrounding buildings that seemed to be getting choked out by the second. It was as if something was gripping at his neck, forcing the moment of deafness and seclusion forward as the rest of the world became… less. Less than it was.
Aren dragged his feet into a stop, desperately trying to crane his neck around to look at his surroundings.
One.
Two.
Three.
He had no idea where the counting was coming from, but it was obvious that it was inside his mind. Why was he counting?
Suddenly the breath was knocked completely out of him, jarring him free from the otherworldly trance that held him. Somehow he didn’t feel relieved.
Aren was practically thrown into a dead-end alley, over a few dumpsters and into the brick wall at the end. Warm and sticky blood began to slither down the side of his face… and he hit the ground.
There was a moment that he just laid there. Whatever was happening to him seemed to be something out of his control. His mind flooded with thoughts of death, and the many memories that seemed to be spewing through the cracks in his mind. Maybe this was what they were talking about when they say that your life flashes before your eyes.
Suddenly he blinked. Someone was there with him, someone he hadn’t noticed before. It was obvious that this was the person doing this to him… but why?
“Wrong place, wrong time, little human.”
The voice seemed to slither around him, coiling into a noose. Despite the struggle Aren forced himself to his feet. The blood was already beginning to clump in his hair. The mortal scowled at the newcomer as best as he could, squinting to see him.
He was tall, but… wavy. Like those wind fillers outside of car lots or something. Except the thing was: he was standing completely and utterly still. It was somewhere imbetween strobe and darkness for him. Obviously he wasn’t human.
His skin was deep gray and pulled too tightly around his bones. It seemed like leather, stretched like reptilian taffy over a frame of sharp balloon animals.
Aren wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, glaring at the frightening newcomer. It was by far the weirdest thing he’d ever seen.. But that didn’t mean that he was going to just sit around and wait for it to kill him.
“The hell do you want?” He tried to make his voice strong.
The thing walked forward, chuckling breathily. As it drew closer, Aren could see a forked tongue sliding over rows of horrifying teeth. His mouth was too wide and his face was too long, but he slowly began to shift as he drew nearer.
A man in a suit. His mouth was still frighteningly extended, but somehow he seemed more human. Maybe it was just his mind bending things a little so that he wouldn’t pass out.
“Maybe another soul to add to my collection, boy. Maybe to kill you for fun.” His eyes looked like tiny universe spheres with hellfire burning inside. The absolute fear that curled it’s talons on Aren’s heart was indescribable. His throat went dry.
Two more of these strange figures rounded either side of the alley’s corners. They were more animalistic, walking on primal fours and seeming to prowl instead of walk. Somehow he knew that they were of the same species though. They bore the same eyes, the same reptilian skin. They also seemed to strobe in and out of a concentrated existence like the first.
At this point, Aren had backed himself against the cold brick wall without willing himself to do so. He swallowed hard. “G-Get lost,” He meant to order, but it came out as more of a squeak. It was as if all of his oxygen was gone from his lungs and had left him as an empty husk of fear.
The Things laughed in hissing hysterics, gaining on him fast and seeming to push him back against the wall like same-sided magnets would. It was so tempting to just… close his eyes and sleep. That was what everyone did in the past. Those childhood memories of being in bed and seeing things that filled you with horror, things that would only go away if you closed your eyes and went to sleep. This was the exact same thing.
Aren balled his hands into fists and opened his eyes forcefully, snarling as he met the eyes of the center one. “I’m not gonna give you my soul or whatever, and I’m not going to lie down and let you freaks take it.”
He had no idea how any of what he said was supposed to work, but it sounded quite noble on his part.
The monster’s eyes glowed brighter, and he immediately knew his fate. It was spoken to him through some rift in his head. Why these creatures had singled him out was a mystery, but he knew that he was going to die. His spirit broke, and the boy slumped against the wall behind him.
He closed his eyes once more, certain that this would be the very last time.
@Krampus
Krampus
Santa's Shadow
Up. Down. Up. Down. Level.
A pair of dark blue wings gently slid among the skies. No sound. Even if there was no rain, no sound would be heard. His wings moved gracefully through the air as they flapped, eventually just freezing to level out and let him glide. What they carried was subject to name, the owner had many. The most favored name, Uriel, was what we shall call him for now. Why he was out in such weather was beyond even him. More or less. He had a job to do, even though he'd rather be sleeping somewhere. Sadly, it was not to be. So there he was. Uriel's job was to protect the innocent, even though he didn't want to. It got him into situations like this! Rain!
"If this smelled like pee, I'd be in a damn toilet."
Yes, he spoke, but no one ever saw his lips move, due to his entire face being hidden in the shadow of his well-made hood, which was attached to a robe of similar quality. Yeah, he wasn't that type of angel that liked to show off his body too much. If anything, he looked rather creepy with the robe on, but he didn't exactly care. He didn't want to start someone's car if he didn't want them to drive it anywhere, if you knew what he meant. Uriel laughed softly at the thought, smiling a little even though he was annoyed with the rain.
Watching over the dim city below as he flew, his aura suddenly boomed out. So powerful that anyone within a ten mile radius would be able to feel it, and he would feel them in turn. It was basically just a massive sensory skill. Unluckily, there was something that caught his attention. He halted, wings moving to keep him in one spot. Turning his hooded head, he picked out the agitated soul of a human just as he waved a hand. The wave summoned an odd staff, that he gently took held of as he continued to get a read on his developing target location. There were two kings of fear in a human. Fake fear, and real fear. Real fear was when you were afraid your life was truly in danger. Fake fear was when you saw a roach coming your way, or something that didn't endanger your life. The human he had his eye on below was experiencing real fear. Ugh. Why were humans so fragile? With their excessive bleeding and breaking bones. It was stupid. It mattered not though, and Uriel had no say in the matter. And so, to check it out, his wings tucked, and he went into a dive. The rain no longer wet his robes. It actually seemed to part for him, as Uriel shot down toward the city.
CRUNCH~
And so he was beheld by the four that saw him. He landed with a crouch, the hand holding his staff stretched out, keeping the golden weapon from touching the ground. Then, he straightened up, stretching a little as he did. Head turning to the side, then to who he was there for.
"Dear Lord," he said "You think he'll be okay?" Uriel smiled politely, even though no one could see it. He stepped off of the "quadropedal" minion to the right of the main one, Uriel having landed on it, and walked over to where Aren was. As he walked over to Aren, he looked him over.
Aren looked scared, and Uriel could sense his shaking life-force. Uriel almost frowned, as if he felt sorry for the mortal. He ended up keeping a neutral expression though. Now, away from reading his body and soul, and on to how this whelp looked. Meh. Nothing exotic about him, but he still looked good. Those gray orbs that were his eyes were appealing to Uriel though, he had to admit. Finally reaching the teen, he proceeded to turn his back to Aren, facing the three that were about to attack him. The creature Uriel landed on didn't die though. Uriel was being lazy. Imagine a tv show or movie, where no one dies from getting crushed. He still made sure it hurt though. Uriel even wiped his feet on the grotesque form as he stepped off. The mysterious, angelic being was polite, calm even as he came to stand in front of Aren, wings extending to hide him from from the view of the demons before them. After that, he went back to acting like the younger male wasn't even there, saying"I couldn't help but notice that a rather displeasuring odor came to be while I was passing over. Just had to take a peek."
Uriel surveyed the area, specifically the figures in front of him. Gross was the first word he used to describe them. He wasn't intimidated in the slightest though. Not that that meant he wasn't alert. He was always alert when on the job. That was a given, to always be aware of things when out on the job.
He leaned on his staff a little, looking at his potential opponents from the shadow of his hood, and he waved his free hand. Appearing in front of him, was a book. A brown cover, with a gold cross and circle on the cover. It floated, closed, before its summoner, and Uriel went on"Are you familiar with this book? Yes? No? Either way, take a looksie at it." With a swish of his hand, the book simply opened, and he took hold of its spine and held it out to the three demons. The one on the left of the main one at first had two arms, but that lasted for about two more seconds before it was ripped away. Skin first, whatever flesh it had underneath, followed by the bone. It all went to the book, being absorbed in grayish and red light. And, the blank left page of the book held a picture of the stolen limb for a second before vanishing. Uriel closed the book, and let it float beside him.
"Now, what would you fools need this mortal for?" he then asked "Young. Good-looking. Surely his soul won't satisfy the taste of you sleazy stragglers? I thought you didn't like healthy food, healthy souls? Go be idiots somewhere else." He raised his staff, and brought it down once to make a dull clanking noise against the ground, in one last warning to the demons. Then, his left wing folded, and he turned around just enough so he could see Aren, but still see the nasty creatures. Bending his head, he growled in Aren's ear"You owe me big time, you stupid turd. I had to go out of my way to come here." Moving back to face the demons again, wing moving back into place to hide Aren from their view, finishing to them"I have places to be, unfortunately with this mortal, so you can't have him. So make tracks and get the fuck out of the area."
Honestly, Uriel was now in a bad mood. This was just ridiculous. Other humans would at least make an attempt to keep their life. Aren was just being ridiculous. So, Uriel just wanted to collect him and leave. Sadly, he knew these demons mostly likely wouldn't allow that without attacking them though. And actually, it was better if Uriel fought and destroyed these creatures now. Ugh... Aren better have some food at his house or something when they got through with the current matter. Uriel hadn't eaten since twenty minutes ago.
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A pair of dark blue wings gently slid among the skies. No sound. Even if there was no rain, no sound would be heard. His wings moved gracefully through the air as they flapped, eventually just freezing to level out and let him glide. What they carried was subject to name, the owner had many. The most favored name, Uriel, was what we shall call him for now. Why he was out in such weather was beyond even him. More or less. He had a job to do, even though he'd rather be sleeping somewhere. Sadly, it was not to be. So there he was. Uriel's job was to protect the innocent, even though he didn't want to. It got him into situations like this! Rain!
"If this smelled like pee, I'd be in a damn toilet."
Yes, he spoke, but no one ever saw his lips move, due to his entire face being hidden in the shadow of his well-made hood, which was attached to a robe of similar quality. Yeah, he wasn't that type of angel that liked to show off his body too much. If anything, he looked rather creepy with the robe on, but he didn't exactly care. He didn't want to start someone's car if he didn't want them to drive it anywhere, if you knew what he meant. Uriel laughed softly at the thought, smiling a little even though he was annoyed with the rain.
Watching over the dim city below as he flew, his aura suddenly boomed out. So powerful that anyone within a ten mile radius would be able to feel it, and he would feel them in turn. It was basically just a massive sensory skill. Unluckily, there was something that caught his attention. He halted, wings moving to keep him in one spot. Turning his hooded head, he picked out the agitated soul of a human just as he waved a hand. The wave summoned an odd staff, that he gently took held of as he continued to get a read on his developing target location. There were two kings of fear in a human. Fake fear, and real fear. Real fear was when you were afraid your life was truly in danger. Fake fear was when you saw a roach coming your way, or something that didn't endanger your life. The human he had his eye on below was experiencing real fear. Ugh. Why were humans so fragile? With their excessive bleeding and breaking bones. It was stupid. It mattered not though, and Uriel had no say in the matter. And so, to check it out, his wings tucked, and he went into a dive. The rain no longer wet his robes. It actually seemed to part for him, as Uriel shot down toward the city.
CRUNCH~
And so he was beheld by the four that saw him. He landed with a crouch, the hand holding his staff stretched out, keeping the golden weapon from touching the ground. Then, he straightened up, stretching a little as he did. Head turning to the side, then to who he was there for.
"Dear Lord," he said "You think he'll be okay?" Uriel smiled politely, even though no one could see it. He stepped off of the "quadropedal" minion to the right of the main one, Uriel having landed on it, and walked over to where Aren was. As he walked over to Aren, he looked him over.
Aren looked scared, and Uriel could sense his shaking life-force. Uriel almost frowned, as if he felt sorry for the mortal. He ended up keeping a neutral expression though. Now, away from reading his body and soul, and on to how this whelp looked. Meh. Nothing exotic about him, but he still looked good. Those gray orbs that were his eyes were appealing to Uriel though, he had to admit. Finally reaching the teen, he proceeded to turn his back to Aren, facing the three that were about to attack him. The creature Uriel landed on didn't die though. Uriel was being lazy. Imagine a tv show or movie, where no one dies from getting crushed. He still made sure it hurt though. Uriel even wiped his feet on the grotesque form as he stepped off. The mysterious, angelic being was polite, calm even as he came to stand in front of Aren, wings extending to hide him from from the view of the demons before them. After that, he went back to acting like the younger male wasn't even there, saying"I couldn't help but notice that a rather displeasuring odor came to be while I was passing over. Just had to take a peek."
Uriel surveyed the area, specifically the figures in front of him. Gross was the first word he used to describe them. He wasn't intimidated in the slightest though. Not that that meant he wasn't alert. He was always alert when on the job. That was a given, to always be aware of things when out on the job.
He leaned on his staff a little, looking at his potential opponents from the shadow of his hood, and he waved his free hand. Appearing in front of him, was a book. A brown cover, with a gold cross and circle on the cover. It floated, closed, before its summoner, and Uriel went on"Are you familiar with this book? Yes? No? Either way, take a looksie at it." With a swish of his hand, the book simply opened, and he took hold of its spine and held it out to the three demons. The one on the left of the main one at first had two arms, but that lasted for about two more seconds before it was ripped away. Skin first, whatever flesh it had underneath, followed by the bone. It all went to the book, being absorbed in grayish and red light. And, the blank left page of the book held a picture of the stolen limb for a second before vanishing. Uriel closed the book, and let it float beside him.
"Now, what would you fools need this mortal for?" he then asked "Young. Good-looking. Surely his soul won't satisfy the taste of you sleazy stragglers? I thought you didn't like healthy food, healthy souls? Go be idiots somewhere else." He raised his staff, and brought it down once to make a dull clanking noise against the ground, in one last warning to the demons. Then, his left wing folded, and he turned around just enough so he could see Aren, but still see the nasty creatures. Bending his head, he growled in Aren's ear"You owe me big time, you stupid turd. I had to go out of my way to come here." Moving back to face the demons again, wing moving back into place to hide Aren from their view, finishing to them"I have places to be, unfortunately with this mortal, so you can't have him. So make tracks and get the fuck out of the area."
Honestly, Uriel was now in a bad mood. This was just ridiculous. Other humans would at least make an attempt to keep their life. Aren was just being ridiculous. So, Uriel just wanted to collect him and leave. Sadly, he knew these demons mostly likely wouldn't allow that without attacking them though. And actually, it was better if Uriel fought and destroyed these creatures now. Ugh... Aren better have some food at his house or something when they got through with the current matter. Uriel hadn't eaten since twenty minutes ago.
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Kai
Aren cracked his eyes open when nothing came. Whatever he'd been expecting, it certainly hadn't entailed some weird cloaked guy coming from the sky and landing on one of the demons. At this point he was sure that he'd hit his head or had been smoking something much different than what he'd thought he was.
He blinked at the cloaked figure in confusion, practically peeling himself off of the wall in order to stand straight. As far as he knew, this winged guy was just going to leave him behind with these freakish things. Or worse, join the party.
Aren watched with wide eyes as the figure approached him, resisting the urge to flinch or do something stupid like try to climb the wall or punch the new guy's lights out. He didn't think either of those things would go over too well, but who was to know? A moment ago if someone would've told him that this was going to happen, he would've gotten them straight to mental health services. Seriously. What the hell was going on and why did he not understand any of it?
The newcomer seemed to have a great negative effect on the demons, which Aren couldn't decide if that was a good or a bad thing.
With his long robes and dark blue wings, flying in and nearly crushing a monster to death, he didn't exactly seem like the epitome of Good Things Coming Aren's Way. The youth blinked at his casual speech and the way he turned his back to him. This could be a good sign, but also a sign that he didn't expect Aren to do any damage if he fought back. That was probably true, but at the moment he was placing his faith in the fact that this winged creature didn't want to eat his soul or whatever it was that was being mentioned.
The three beasts snarled at him wordlessly, advancing closer to the angel until he took out a book. Aren wanted to go Sunday-school in the middle of this situation and answer for them with something really intelligent like: 'yeah, it's the fucking bible.' But decided against it.
The creatures hissed and recoiled at the appearance of the book, seeming to either be allergic to it or know something Aren didn't. That was before the strange angelic man literally stole one of their arms right out of the socket, holding a showcase in the pages. Aren swallowed hard. This guy was dangerous. That much was certain.
The beast that the arm was taken from screamed in a bloodcurdling agony, howling in fury and pain. The middle one took a slight step back, his aura wavering. Then the angel spoke again. Aren felt like he should thank him awkwardly or something, but drawing attention back to himself didn't seem like a good idea. Honestly.. was he complimenting him at a time like this? It seemed stupid to him, but of course he wasn't going to complain since this guy was saving his life.
"Who we prey on is none of your concern, godling." The main one hissed at the angel, but his entire prescence seemed to radiate fear and uncertainty. He knew he was outmatched. That was obvious to Aren even though his view was blocked by a huge freaking wing.
Aren jumped as the staff crashed against the ground and said wing folded. He felt like a performer that wasn't ready when the curtains pulled back.
The youth could just catch glimpses of the demons lurching back at the sound, much further away and much less certain than before. The winged man craned and began whispering in his ear... and the words kinda ticked him off. Aren clenched his jaw and balled his hands into fists. It wasn't like he asked this guy to swoop in and save him or anything. He did this on his own, so what right did he have to blame him? Plus... what could he owe to someone like this, or what would he want from him?
He opened his mouth to give him a piece of his mind, anger burning in his stormcloud eyes, but unfortunately the wing had already settled into place and he heard him speak to the demons once again. It was terrifying. What kind of place did he have to go with him? Bile rose in his throat. Maybe he was dead. Yeah, that would explain it. This guy did look somewhat like Death from stories and such, which would mean that he was there to take Aren to the afterlife. (Wherever that was.) He made a very intelligent-sounding "Uh.." Before the demons were apparently surging forward.
"We had him first, archangel." The one to the side without the stolen limb snarled. The middle one didn't seem so sure if it was worth it anymore though. All the same, he could hear them getting closer. The one on the side lunged for Uriel's other wing, snapping and snarling. It was obviously not a fair fight though, and the energy of the demon was already fading in the presence of the cloaked man. Aren felt like the bitchbaby of the year, but he stepped a little closer to the angel. If he had the means of fighting them, he would. The bump he took to the head may have been helping his courage a bit, but who was really paying attention.
@Krampus
He blinked at the cloaked figure in confusion, practically peeling himself off of the wall in order to stand straight. As far as he knew, this winged guy was just going to leave him behind with these freakish things. Or worse, join the party.
Aren watched with wide eyes as the figure approached him, resisting the urge to flinch or do something stupid like try to climb the wall or punch the new guy's lights out. He didn't think either of those things would go over too well, but who was to know? A moment ago if someone would've told him that this was going to happen, he would've gotten them straight to mental health services. Seriously. What the hell was going on and why did he not understand any of it?
The newcomer seemed to have a great negative effect on the demons, which Aren couldn't decide if that was a good or a bad thing.
With his long robes and dark blue wings, flying in and nearly crushing a monster to death, he didn't exactly seem like the epitome of Good Things Coming Aren's Way. The youth blinked at his casual speech and the way he turned his back to him. This could be a good sign, but also a sign that he didn't expect Aren to do any damage if he fought back. That was probably true, but at the moment he was placing his faith in the fact that this winged creature didn't want to eat his soul or whatever it was that was being mentioned.
The three beasts snarled at him wordlessly, advancing closer to the angel until he took out a book. Aren wanted to go Sunday-school in the middle of this situation and answer for them with something really intelligent like: 'yeah, it's the fucking bible.' But decided against it.
The creatures hissed and recoiled at the appearance of the book, seeming to either be allergic to it or know something Aren didn't. That was before the strange angelic man literally stole one of their arms right out of the socket, holding a showcase in the pages. Aren swallowed hard. This guy was dangerous. That much was certain.
The beast that the arm was taken from screamed in a bloodcurdling agony, howling in fury and pain. The middle one took a slight step back, his aura wavering. Then the angel spoke again. Aren felt like he should thank him awkwardly or something, but drawing attention back to himself didn't seem like a good idea. Honestly.. was he complimenting him at a time like this? It seemed stupid to him, but of course he wasn't going to complain since this guy was saving his life.
"Who we prey on is none of your concern, godling." The main one hissed at the angel, but his entire prescence seemed to radiate fear and uncertainty. He knew he was outmatched. That was obvious to Aren even though his view was blocked by a huge freaking wing.
Aren jumped as the staff crashed against the ground and said wing folded. He felt like a performer that wasn't ready when the curtains pulled back.
The youth could just catch glimpses of the demons lurching back at the sound, much further away and much less certain than before. The winged man craned and began whispering in his ear... and the words kinda ticked him off. Aren clenched his jaw and balled his hands into fists. It wasn't like he asked this guy to swoop in and save him or anything. He did this on his own, so what right did he have to blame him? Plus... what could he owe to someone like this, or what would he want from him?
He opened his mouth to give him a piece of his mind, anger burning in his stormcloud eyes, but unfortunately the wing had already settled into place and he heard him speak to the demons once again. It was terrifying. What kind of place did he have to go with him? Bile rose in his throat. Maybe he was dead. Yeah, that would explain it. This guy did look somewhat like Death from stories and such, which would mean that he was there to take Aren to the afterlife. (Wherever that was.) He made a very intelligent-sounding "Uh.." Before the demons were apparently surging forward.
"We had him first, archangel." The one to the side without the stolen limb snarled. The middle one didn't seem so sure if it was worth it anymore though. All the same, he could hear them getting closer. The one on the side lunged for Uriel's other wing, snapping and snarling. It was obviously not a fair fight though, and the energy of the demon was already fading in the presence of the cloaked man. Aren felt like the bitchbaby of the year, but he stepped a little closer to the angel. If he had the means of fighting them, he would. The bump he took to the head may have been helping his courage a bit, but who was really paying attention.
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Krampus
Santa's Shadow
"It is my concern, you stupid jughead," Uriel said almost lazily "If it wasn't, I would not be here now." Honestly, this was beginning to feel like he was dealing with four kids. Three bullying the fourth runt. Uriel adored babies. Not kids, which were different. The angel really just wanted to leave. Without Aren. Which would be much easier. Uriel didn't want his eyes to fall out though, which would literally happen if he did leave at this point. Sighing, he said"The boy is mine, fools. Leave, before I have to get my feet dirty and destroy you." Actually, Uriel wasn't even dipping his toe in said dirt at the moment. If he really just wanted to go without taking much time, the demons would be gone already. Splattered on the alley walls, taken into his book, torn apart. Whatever way he decided to kill these idiots.
When Aren's aura shook with anger instead of fear, Uriel merely glanced behind him for a moment. It was a calm look, but on the inside he was tempted to explode. Whether he had to or not, Uriel was helping him. The angel's own aura began to vibrate in annoyance, not yet anger. Still, it was strong enough to unsettle those nearby. Would he be punished if he kicked Aren? That wasn't killing him.
It almost made Uriel want to poke Aren in the eye, when he sensed his anger. The angel was saving the damn kid's life! And he was going to get annoyed with Uriel anyway! Humans were such an odd species. Almost made him laugh. The winged figure did something simple. The wing hiding Aren retracted again. Then, it extended so it was behind him, and Uriel scooted the most likely unwilling boy to where he was right beside him, actually putting the arm that held his staff around his shoulders, the gold stick positioned diagonally across the younger being's body, guarding him. Uriel did that because the demons were advancing, and he didn't know if they had a way to simply get past him and snatch Aren, now that they recovered a little from their surprise. Uriel proceeded to say to the demons"You had him first? You haven't even put a claw on him yet. I touched him first, so I got dibs on him."
"I'll let you look at what you 'lost' for a little longer right as you all die, to rub it in your ugly face," he decided for the demons, moving so the neck of his staff lightly bopped Aren on the head. Swishing his free hand again, the book opened. The demon who had its energy fading already was finished off. Skin, flesh, bone. The grotesque thing was stolen from where it stood, absorbed into the odd book. Uriel kept it open after, even after the image of the demon faded, saying"I would give you two the chance to walk away, but that wouldn't do."
He snapped his fingers. The pages of the book began flipping themselves. Uriel watched them casually, until they stopped. Turning away again, he removed himself completely from Aren, and approached the remaining demons, his book following. Stopping beside the other "minion", he said"You, with the suit. I wonder if I bash your head, will it pop? Or will it crack?" After, his wing extended with a snap, sending the ugly minion crashing into a wall. Another addition was made to Uriel's book. The monster's head. Turning to the one in the suit, he finished"I guess I won't find out. Should've just left when I said, bud." The staff he had swung out, making for a quick, but messy decapitation. And that head was captured in his book too.
Walking back toward Aren, he said"And you're welcome, by the way." After making his staff and book disappear with a wave, he questioned"So, you got a place or what? The least you can do is let me look through your fridge." Then, he snapped his fingers, his cloak and wings disappearing. Soon standing before Aren was a person who was actually shorter than him now. Oddly, Uriel was at his tallest when not in "human" form. When a human, he was a bit short. Curly, coal colored hair. Electric blue eyes, and white skinned. Looked twenty, perhaps younger, and wasn't exactly ugly. Uriel looked just like a human. How easily could he fool others.
Scratching his head, he questioned"Unless you live in a hole? Or a box? Do mortals still do that? Wait, no, that's only what your kind calls 'poor people', right? That would be bad, because that means no fridge, and I'm fucking hungry."
"Oh! Yeah! Even though it's a little obvious, let me just make out completely clear. I'm not here to hurt you, or kill you myself or some crap. And when I said I had places to be with you, I meant wherever you keep your food. My last meal was around half an hour ago, and I'm starving." The last thing on Uriel's mind was harming this boy. One, he wasn't allowed. Two, he was too lazy. And three, Aren was his new ward. Uriel was now in charge of the guy's safety. His well-being. Ugh. At least that meant less traveling, and less times dealing with trouble. Even though it was no problem, Uriel just didn't feel like doing it sometimes.
As he looked Aren over again, taking in his features, Uriel paused. He then squinted, as if remembering something. Then, he stepped closer to Aren, and yanked him by his shoulder so he could get a better look at something. Uriel was checking him for wounds. Poking and feeling Aren's body(within reason for once, mind you), he came to find the boy's bump on his head. The wingless angel gently touched his fingers to the raised bump, and it went back down within a few moments, the blood on his head being wiped away by his other hand. Uriel said"That's what I immediately saw. If you broke something, tell me." Letting go of him, Uriel then noticed what Aren's shirt said, questioning"Bite you where?"
The angel then began walking, out of the deep alley, gesturing for Aren to follow. Reaching the end of the alleyway, he stopped to look back, to make sure Aren was even following. Uriel seriously just wanted food. A sandwich. A potato. Fuck, he'd eat the demons' remains. Remembering the corpses, he hurried back into the alleyway. He waved his hand, summoning his book, proceeding to remove the gray bodies from the area, muttering"Who knows what humans would still with these..." Closing the book, and letting it disappear, he then finished with"You got a name, kid?" Uriel then made his way back out of the alley again, that time signaling for Aren to follow. For all they knew, more of those demons were around, waiting for Aren to be alone again. That was highly unlikely though, but one never knew.
Might as well try to get to know this mortal. As he dropped down to step in, Uriel sensed this one was different for some odd reason. It must be his brothers speaking to him, telling him to stick around Aren. So he was to be Uriel's ward? Great. Not.
"You continue to annoy me, brothers," he muttered. They were wrong if they thought he was going to care for humans. Especially one who couldn't defend himself. Uriel shouldn't be so expectant though. Humans almost always died, when opposing supernatural forces that wanted to harm them.
When Aren's aura shook with anger instead of fear, Uriel merely glanced behind him for a moment. It was a calm look, but on the inside he was tempted to explode. Whether he had to or not, Uriel was helping him. The angel's own aura began to vibrate in annoyance, not yet anger. Still, it was strong enough to unsettle those nearby. Would he be punished if he kicked Aren? That wasn't killing him.
It almost made Uriel want to poke Aren in the eye, when he sensed his anger. The angel was saving the damn kid's life! And he was going to get annoyed with Uriel anyway! Humans were such an odd species. Almost made him laugh. The winged figure did something simple. The wing hiding Aren retracted again. Then, it extended so it was behind him, and Uriel scooted the most likely unwilling boy to where he was right beside him, actually putting the arm that held his staff around his shoulders, the gold stick positioned diagonally across the younger being's body, guarding him. Uriel did that because the demons were advancing, and he didn't know if they had a way to simply get past him and snatch Aren, now that they recovered a little from their surprise. Uriel proceeded to say to the demons"You had him first? You haven't even put a claw on him yet. I touched him first, so I got dibs on him."
"I'll let you look at what you 'lost' for a little longer right as you all die, to rub it in your ugly face," he decided for the demons, moving so the neck of his staff lightly bopped Aren on the head. Swishing his free hand again, the book opened. The demon who had its energy fading already was finished off. Skin, flesh, bone. The grotesque thing was stolen from where it stood, absorbed into the odd book. Uriel kept it open after, even after the image of the demon faded, saying"I would give you two the chance to walk away, but that wouldn't do."
He snapped his fingers. The pages of the book began flipping themselves. Uriel watched them casually, until they stopped. Turning away again, he removed himself completely from Aren, and approached the remaining demons, his book following. Stopping beside the other "minion", he said"You, with the suit. I wonder if I bash your head, will it pop? Or will it crack?" After, his wing extended with a snap, sending the ugly minion crashing into a wall. Another addition was made to Uriel's book. The monster's head. Turning to the one in the suit, he finished"I guess I won't find out. Should've just left when I said, bud." The staff he had swung out, making for a quick, but messy decapitation. And that head was captured in his book too.
Walking back toward Aren, he said"And you're welcome, by the way." After making his staff and book disappear with a wave, he questioned"So, you got a place or what? The least you can do is let me look through your fridge." Then, he snapped his fingers, his cloak and wings disappearing. Soon standing before Aren was a person who was actually shorter than him now. Oddly, Uriel was at his tallest when not in "human" form. When a human, he was a bit short. Curly, coal colored hair. Electric blue eyes, and white skinned. Looked twenty, perhaps younger, and wasn't exactly ugly. Uriel looked just like a human. How easily could he fool others.
Scratching his head, he questioned"Unless you live in a hole? Or a box? Do mortals still do that? Wait, no, that's only what your kind calls 'poor people', right? That would be bad, because that means no fridge, and I'm fucking hungry."
"Oh! Yeah! Even though it's a little obvious, let me just make out completely clear. I'm not here to hurt you, or kill you myself or some crap. And when I said I had places to be with you, I meant wherever you keep your food. My last meal was around half an hour ago, and I'm starving." The last thing on Uriel's mind was harming this boy. One, he wasn't allowed. Two, he was too lazy. And three, Aren was his new ward. Uriel was now in charge of the guy's safety. His well-being. Ugh. At least that meant less traveling, and less times dealing with trouble. Even though it was no problem, Uriel just didn't feel like doing it sometimes.
As he looked Aren over again, taking in his features, Uriel paused. He then squinted, as if remembering something. Then, he stepped closer to Aren, and yanked him by his shoulder so he could get a better look at something. Uriel was checking him for wounds. Poking and feeling Aren's body(within reason for once, mind you), he came to find the boy's bump on his head. The wingless angel gently touched his fingers to the raised bump, and it went back down within a few moments, the blood on his head being wiped away by his other hand. Uriel said"That's what I immediately saw. If you broke something, tell me." Letting go of him, Uriel then noticed what Aren's shirt said, questioning"Bite you where?"
The angel then began walking, out of the deep alley, gesturing for Aren to follow. Reaching the end of the alleyway, he stopped to look back, to make sure Aren was even following. Uriel seriously just wanted food. A sandwich. A potato. Fuck, he'd eat the demons' remains. Remembering the corpses, he hurried back into the alleyway. He waved his hand, summoning his book, proceeding to remove the gray bodies from the area, muttering"Who knows what humans would still with these..." Closing the book, and letting it disappear, he then finished with"You got a name, kid?" Uriel then made his way back out of the alley again, that time signaling for Aren to follow. For all they knew, more of those demons were around, waiting for Aren to be alone again. That was highly unlikely though, but one never knew.
Might as well try to get to know this mortal. As he dropped down to step in, Uriel sensed this one was different for some odd reason. It must be his brothers speaking to him, telling him to stick around Aren. So he was to be Uriel's ward? Great. Not.
"You continue to annoy me, brothers," he muttered. They were wrong if they thought he was going to care for humans. Especially one who couldn't defend himself. Uriel shouldn't be so expectant though. Humans almost always died, when opposing supernatural forces that wanted to harm them.
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Kai
Being called 'mine' was really only okay in this situation, and even then it made him slightly apprehesnive. Well, it was only okay if this guy was planning on saving him instead of eating his soul himself. (Or whatever it was that they wanted.) At least he was going to destroy them. It was a start.
Aren could feel terror twist in his gut as the midnight wing unfurled behind him, pushing him forward. He dug his heels into the ground in protest, pushing his palms back against the feathers. Nonono, He thought forcefully. Aren really didn't feel like getting fed to those things. Suddenly all of his anger towards the winged man was turned to helpless fear. Then embarrassment, though he wasn't sure why the hell he would have time to feel like that in a situation like this. His face heated as the angel put an arm across his shoulders and called dibs on him. Yeah, that didn't really sound like the most helpful phrasing. Normally when one called dibs on something, the desire from both was the same. Lord help him, he was probably going to end up like a grease stain on the bricks or sucked into the crazy-killer-picture-book-bible. And gee, Aren just loved being rubbed in demons' faces and practically used for bait. This was exactly how he wanted to spend his evening.
Then the angel began fighting, picking them off one by one in a very gruesome manner. Aren wasn't stupid, but he didn't always run away from fights when he should. To him it was more important to be intellectually surperior to them than actually trying to punch their lights out... which was a good thing for him, since he probably couldn't if he tried.
Things were different now though. These things weren't human. He was pretty sure he was the only human around, and it didn't exactly make him feel like a special snowflake.
After the massive display of violence was over, the man walked back over to Aren. The boy blinked himself back to reality. "Yeah. Thanks." He muttered, before the cloak, staff, and wings had dissipated from the being with a snap of his fingers. Who stood before him now was seemingly a regular human, but it was way too late for him to actually think that he was.
"Um yeah, I have a... place." So he guessed this was what he owed the angel? Probably not. And this guy was just inviting himself to his house, but Aren supposed it was okay this time. That is, if he didn't intend on killing him.
Aren puffed air out of his lips. "I'm pretty sure the word you're looking for is 'poverty', because at least just poor people would have a place to live. But yeah, I have an apartment with a refrigerator." He still sounded snark and suspicious, but that could only be expected since he'd almost just died.
Aren was a little more than relieved to hear that he really had saved him, and it made him feel a little better about letting him in his house. Why he automatically trusted him was a mystery. There was just something about the way he said it that told him that he was telling the truth.
Aren blinked. Wow. This guy was really concerned with food. "Um.. Then thanks. I have some stuff at home, so I guess you can stop by and get something to eat." He still slightly had qualms about letting a stranger in his home (especially a dangerous one with wings) but... He had saved his life, so that was something. That didn't mean he owed him shit though. He didn't ask him for help, this guy just showed up and volunteered. You didn't show up at a homeless shelter and feed a man, then tell him he owed you something. That was fucking stupid.
Then the Angel began looking at him, squinting before yanking him closer by the shoulders. He began probing him with his hands, and Aren swatted at them. His face heated. "H-Hey, hands off!" He complained. Then he had fingers pressed to the bump on his head, feeling with awe as the disturbed area receded. The blood from the side of his face was wiped off, and Aren frowned. "No, nothing broken." He ran his fingers over the place that the bump used to be, giving the angel an appreciative look.
Aren crossed his arms over his shirt, face burning. "Nowhere!" He snapped.
Uriel began walking out of the alley, and Aren followed slowly. He wasn't exactly sure why he was letting him lead the way considering they were going to Aren's house, but he was too mentally exhausted and shocked to really think about it. Suddenly the angel turned back and sucked the demon bodies into his book before treading back to the sidewalk and gesturing for Aren to follow.
The pair walked along the sidewalk, Aren back in the direction he'd been going before things went south. He twisted one of the black studs beneath his lower lip as his name was asked. "Sure, I have one." He mumbled, not planning on following up on that. The silence was long, but eventually he decided that it couldn't really hurt to at least give his name.
"Aren."
Are-in, with a short 'ä', that is. God, he hated when people called him Aaron.
The youth look a fresh cigarette from his back pocket and lit it, returning the lighter to where it had been. Zoë had told him that he was slicing his lifespan down the middle by smoking, but he didn't really care. He needed stress relief while he was alive.
"So what about you?" He released a puff of smoke. "Who are you, anyways?" Aren couldn't help but ask, then again... who wouldn't?
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Aren could feel terror twist in his gut as the midnight wing unfurled behind him, pushing him forward. He dug his heels into the ground in protest, pushing his palms back against the feathers. Nonono, He thought forcefully. Aren really didn't feel like getting fed to those things. Suddenly all of his anger towards the winged man was turned to helpless fear. Then embarrassment, though he wasn't sure why the hell he would have time to feel like that in a situation like this. His face heated as the angel put an arm across his shoulders and called dibs on him. Yeah, that didn't really sound like the most helpful phrasing. Normally when one called dibs on something, the desire from both was the same. Lord help him, he was probably going to end up like a grease stain on the bricks or sucked into the crazy-killer-picture-book-bible. And gee, Aren just loved being rubbed in demons' faces and practically used for bait. This was exactly how he wanted to spend his evening.
Then the angel began fighting, picking them off one by one in a very gruesome manner. Aren wasn't stupid, but he didn't always run away from fights when he should. To him it was more important to be intellectually surperior to them than actually trying to punch their lights out... which was a good thing for him, since he probably couldn't if he tried.
Things were different now though. These things weren't human. He was pretty sure he was the only human around, and it didn't exactly make him feel like a special snowflake.
After the massive display of violence was over, the man walked back over to Aren. The boy blinked himself back to reality. "Yeah. Thanks." He muttered, before the cloak, staff, and wings had dissipated from the being with a snap of his fingers. Who stood before him now was seemingly a regular human, but it was way too late for him to actually think that he was.
"Um yeah, I have a... place." So he guessed this was what he owed the angel? Probably not. And this guy was just inviting himself to his house, but Aren supposed it was okay this time. That is, if he didn't intend on killing him.
Aren puffed air out of his lips. "I'm pretty sure the word you're looking for is 'poverty', because at least just poor people would have a place to live. But yeah, I have an apartment with a refrigerator." He still sounded snark and suspicious, but that could only be expected since he'd almost just died.
Aren was a little more than relieved to hear that he really had saved him, and it made him feel a little better about letting him in his house. Why he automatically trusted him was a mystery. There was just something about the way he said it that told him that he was telling the truth.
Aren blinked. Wow. This guy was really concerned with food. "Um.. Then thanks. I have some stuff at home, so I guess you can stop by and get something to eat." He still slightly had qualms about letting a stranger in his home (especially a dangerous one with wings) but... He had saved his life, so that was something. That didn't mean he owed him shit though. He didn't ask him for help, this guy just showed up and volunteered. You didn't show up at a homeless shelter and feed a man, then tell him he owed you something. That was fucking stupid.
Then the Angel began looking at him, squinting before yanking him closer by the shoulders. He began probing him with his hands, and Aren swatted at them. His face heated. "H-Hey, hands off!" He complained. Then he had fingers pressed to the bump on his head, feeling with awe as the disturbed area receded. The blood from the side of his face was wiped off, and Aren frowned. "No, nothing broken." He ran his fingers over the place that the bump used to be, giving the angel an appreciative look.
Aren crossed his arms over his shirt, face burning. "Nowhere!" He snapped.
Uriel began walking out of the alley, and Aren followed slowly. He wasn't exactly sure why he was letting him lead the way considering they were going to Aren's house, but he was too mentally exhausted and shocked to really think about it. Suddenly the angel turned back and sucked the demon bodies into his book before treading back to the sidewalk and gesturing for Aren to follow.
The pair walked along the sidewalk, Aren back in the direction he'd been going before things went south. He twisted one of the black studs beneath his lower lip as his name was asked. "Sure, I have one." He mumbled, not planning on following up on that. The silence was long, but eventually he decided that it couldn't really hurt to at least give his name.
"Aren."
Are-in, with a short 'ä', that is. God, he hated when people called him Aaron.
The youth look a fresh cigarette from his back pocket and lit it, returning the lighter to where it had been. Zoë had told him that he was slicing his lifespan down the middle by smoking, but he didn't really care. He needed stress relief while he was alive.
"So what about you?" He released a puff of smoke. "Who are you, anyways?" Aren couldn't help but ask, then again... who wouldn't?
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Krampus
Santa's Shadow
Uriel nodded once when Aren said he had a place of living. When the human corrected him, he shook his head that time, saying"You humans don't understand your own language sometimes. That, or are too dim to look at all of the meanings. Poor people can also be living in a box just like someone in poverty. Not that you're entirely wrong, I suppose. Sometimes I grow out of date on human terms." Uriel knew he was being nothing but confusing. Stupid, even. It was merely because his knowledge of things was different.
Feeling better at the idea of getting food soon, he smiled and said"Alright then. I sure hope you don't stock up on junk though. Lots of humans like to, and its nasty. Some of you look more like piles instead of pillars." Uriel sensed Aren's still there unease, which caused him to pause from his ongoing talking. Aren was uncomfortable with letting him into his home. The angel understood though. Humans were easily killed. Therefore they easily feared. Uriel wondered how the human before him would react once he told Aren that he'd be getting his own personal guardian, having a feeling that it wouldn't be sunshine and rainbows. With everything Uriel would from now on help him with, Aren would never be able to repay Uriel. Not because Aren wasn't able to, but because Uriel didn't want anything Aren could possibly give, besides access to his fridge.
Ignoring Aren's brief protest, he raised a brow when he also said nothing was broken. Uriel then said"Good. Mortals are so fragile. I'm surprised you didn't break anything else." Of course Uriel could bleed and be harmed too, looking at his scar. It was just extremely difficult to draw blood, if you ever got close enough to do so.
When Aren answered him "nowhere", Uriel actually did laugh. It was actually quite pleasant to hear, even though the one laughing seemed psychotic just a few minutes ago, after slaughtering three other beings. After calming himself down, he said"Relax, kid. It's 100% likely that we won't even get close to that. I was just curious about your shirt. I still don't understand some human things, especially their clothing. Did you know that the first of your kind were naked? And humans are the only mortals that wear clothes. Which means you aren't supposed to do it." Every other living thing primarily did not wear clothes. So why did humans?
The angel narrowed his eyes when given "sure, I have one" as an answer. Seriously? Uriel calmed down though, when the actual name was given. Blinking once and deciding"Humans have the oddest names. Bob. Darby. Aren. North. Nothing like what I'm familiar with. Most of your customs are foreign to me, especially how you name things. At least your name isn't plain and boring though."
Uriel twitched, when he noticed Aren popping another cigarette. Gabriel referred to them as "Death Sticks", and Uriel recognized it, unaware of the real name though. Holding up a hand, after Aren released a puff of smoke, Uriel seemed to snatch the nasty smoke into his hand. After, grayish black liquid oozed from between his fingers. Rubbing his fingers together, briefly ignoring Aren, his brows bent as he looked down at the guck. Of course it wasn't the smoke, but merely what was basically being put into the human body. Holding up a few coated fingers to Aren, he said"You really must hate your parents for making you. Speeding up your death date isn't smart. That is my opinion though, and I have a feeling you don't give a care anyway. Unless you don't suck on Death Sticks regularly. My brother, Gabriel, says it's very easy to get addicted to those things though. Says it makes humans turn their bodies into tarred slop." He laughed a little at the thought. Humans were addicted to many things, and it amused Uriel. Of course, Uriel could get addicted to whatever damaging thing he wanted, because his body constantly repaired itself. Plus, he lived forever. More or less. He could be killed, but he'd just regenerate.
And then attention was directed to Uriel, who shrugged, saying"Seriously? You don't-... oh wait, I forgot. Humans became diverse in beliefs ages ago... I'm Uriel. A protector of humans. First Archangel, and former Archangel. The 'former' is why I'm here. It wasn't volunteer work that made me step in. It was in its own way mandatory. Have you... heard of... erm... guardian angels?" Great Lord, he hated this. Uriel didn't want to have one human to guard. One human to focus all of his attention in. It wasn't like Aren would attract every demon in existence. The ones from earlier were just by random chance. Still, it was of his brothers' will, so he had to watch over Aren. It made Uriel sick.
"Unfortunate for me, and I assume you don't exactly like me yet either, we have to become... friends." He almost gagged at the thought. Uriel didn't feel like becoming friends with a mortal. A human, to be exact. They were such weird creatures sometimes. A lot of the time, actually.
"Means you're stuck with me until one of us dies, kid," he said. And, sadly, Uriel was dead serious as he added"I know you don't want me in your house for long, because you're afraid of me. I can sense it in every way, and it has an unappealing taste on my tongue. Along with that, you think I'm weird, at least. No matter though. I can merely create my own place to stay. What is taken into my book can always be brought back out." If Uriel wanted to, he could bring back those demons, at the price of blood tears.
"So, go ahead and start protesting," Uriel said with a yawn "Call this whatever you wish, and get it out of your system, because whether we both like it or not, it's happening. You've got your own guardian angel, ki-... uh... Aren. Oops. Need to start calling you by your name. Sorry for calling you turd earlier. You look anything but a turd. How old are you, by the way? Do you still go to that learning thing humans have? It's called prison, right? I hear most kids call that learning building 'prison' most of the time." He asked so many questions because, even though he convinced himself he didn't like Aren at all, he was still curious about his new ward.
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Feeling better at the idea of getting food soon, he smiled and said"Alright then. I sure hope you don't stock up on junk though. Lots of humans like to, and its nasty. Some of you look more like piles instead of pillars." Uriel sensed Aren's still there unease, which caused him to pause from his ongoing talking. Aren was uncomfortable with letting him into his home. The angel understood though. Humans were easily killed. Therefore they easily feared. Uriel wondered how the human before him would react once he told Aren that he'd be getting his own personal guardian, having a feeling that it wouldn't be sunshine and rainbows. With everything Uriel would from now on help him with, Aren would never be able to repay Uriel. Not because Aren wasn't able to, but because Uriel didn't want anything Aren could possibly give, besides access to his fridge.
Ignoring Aren's brief protest, he raised a brow when he also said nothing was broken. Uriel then said"Good. Mortals are so fragile. I'm surprised you didn't break anything else." Of course Uriel could bleed and be harmed too, looking at his scar. It was just extremely difficult to draw blood, if you ever got close enough to do so.
When Aren answered him "nowhere", Uriel actually did laugh. It was actually quite pleasant to hear, even though the one laughing seemed psychotic just a few minutes ago, after slaughtering three other beings. After calming himself down, he said"Relax, kid. It's 100% likely that we won't even get close to that. I was just curious about your shirt. I still don't understand some human things, especially their clothing. Did you know that the first of your kind were naked? And humans are the only mortals that wear clothes. Which means you aren't supposed to do it." Every other living thing primarily did not wear clothes. So why did humans?
The angel narrowed his eyes when given "sure, I have one" as an answer. Seriously? Uriel calmed down though, when the actual name was given. Blinking once and deciding"Humans have the oddest names. Bob. Darby. Aren. North. Nothing like what I'm familiar with. Most of your customs are foreign to me, especially how you name things. At least your name isn't plain and boring though."
Uriel twitched, when he noticed Aren popping another cigarette. Gabriel referred to them as "Death Sticks", and Uriel recognized it, unaware of the real name though. Holding up a hand, after Aren released a puff of smoke, Uriel seemed to snatch the nasty smoke into his hand. After, grayish black liquid oozed from between his fingers. Rubbing his fingers together, briefly ignoring Aren, his brows bent as he looked down at the guck. Of course it wasn't the smoke, but merely what was basically being put into the human body. Holding up a few coated fingers to Aren, he said"You really must hate your parents for making you. Speeding up your death date isn't smart. That is my opinion though, and I have a feeling you don't give a care anyway. Unless you don't suck on Death Sticks regularly. My brother, Gabriel, says it's very easy to get addicted to those things though. Says it makes humans turn their bodies into tarred slop." He laughed a little at the thought. Humans were addicted to many things, and it amused Uriel. Of course, Uriel could get addicted to whatever damaging thing he wanted, because his body constantly repaired itself. Plus, he lived forever. More or less. He could be killed, but he'd just regenerate.
And then attention was directed to Uriel, who shrugged, saying"Seriously? You don't-... oh wait, I forgot. Humans became diverse in beliefs ages ago... I'm Uriel. A protector of humans. First Archangel, and former Archangel. The 'former' is why I'm here. It wasn't volunteer work that made me step in. It was in its own way mandatory. Have you... heard of... erm... guardian angels?" Great Lord, he hated this. Uriel didn't want to have one human to guard. One human to focus all of his attention in. It wasn't like Aren would attract every demon in existence. The ones from earlier were just by random chance. Still, it was of his brothers' will, so he had to watch over Aren. It made Uriel sick.
"Unfortunate for me, and I assume you don't exactly like me yet either, we have to become... friends." He almost gagged at the thought. Uriel didn't feel like becoming friends with a mortal. A human, to be exact. They were such weird creatures sometimes. A lot of the time, actually.
"Means you're stuck with me until one of us dies, kid," he said. And, sadly, Uriel was dead serious as he added"I know you don't want me in your house for long, because you're afraid of me. I can sense it in every way, and it has an unappealing taste on my tongue. Along with that, you think I'm weird, at least. No matter though. I can merely create my own place to stay. What is taken into my book can always be brought back out." If Uriel wanted to, he could bring back those demons, at the price of blood tears.
"So, go ahead and start protesting," Uriel said with a yawn "Call this whatever you wish, and get it out of your system, because whether we both like it or not, it's happening. You've got your own guardian angel, ki-... uh... Aren. Oops. Need to start calling you by your name. Sorry for calling you turd earlier. You look anything but a turd. How old are you, by the way? Do you still go to that learning thing humans have? It's called prison, right? I hear most kids call that learning building 'prison' most of the time." He asked so many questions because, even though he convinced himself he didn't like Aren at all, he was still curious about his new ward.
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Kai
(I fell asleep writing this last night, but here it is now. 
been really tired but it should be back to normal once camp ends.)
Confusing was one word used to describe this guy. He wasn't sure about much that he said, and really Aren was starting to think that he really had died. Maybe in a hit-and-run on the sidewalk. That would make much more sense. Then again, he was expecting more along the lines of hell than some clueless angel guy following him around. This alternative was better... at least he hoped it was.
Aren almost snorted. He wanted to say: 'do I look like I stock up on junk?' But decided to just let it be. Aren was honestly pretty much a twig. He was actually a vegan, but not a completely strict one. Sometimes he could eat a sandwich or slice of pizza if he was with friends. Bread was okay sometimes, but he still didn't eat meat. Maybe Uriel would leave if he didn't find anything he wanted.
Aren didn't really appreciate being called fragile, but the recent events hadn't exactly made him feel indestructible. He wasn't going to argue really, especially since the being he was talking to was clearly not mortal himself. Aren was pretty proud of himself for not having any immediate damage though. He was thrown across an alley and faced off with a demon while retaining no broken bones... which would be pretty cool if he was positive that his body wasn't lying around here somewhere. Then again, everything seemed the same as it had been a while ago, just now he had some weird-talking angel dude with him. He was pretty sure he wasn't dead.
Aren blinked in surprise when the man started laughing hysterically. It made him slightly uneasy, but finally it stopped. Aren sighed with near-relief, but then listened to the rest of his words. His face was still burning, but he uncrossed his arms. "I really don't feel like being lectured about why wearing clothes is wrong. Plus, I don't see you streaking." He paused, then added: "It happens to be illegal." He wasn't sure how much Uriel knew about things on earth that were actually modern. For Christ's sake, he didn't understand clothing. How long was he going to have to deal with this? Hopefully he could just give him the fridge access and he would leave.
The angel continued to list yet another thing that he didn't understand. This time it was names. "I'm not sure what kind of names you're used to, but I guess mine is pretty uncommon." He shrugged. He'd never met someone with the same name as him, so he guessed that made it not boring.
The strange being snatched the smoke from the air as it left his lips, turning it to a rather unnattractive liquid substance. Aren watched it for a moment, thinking about what a great anti-smoking commercial it would make. He raised his eyebrows. " 'Death Sticks' help my nerves, and plenty of people smoke. In Asian countries it's painfully common, but people don't die from it or get cancer barely at all. That's because diet sucks in America, and apparently so do immune systems."
They continued walking, and eventually Uriel answered him about his identity. Aren was raised in different households, being a foster child who seemed to fly through the system. Something always went wrong or his hosting family couldn't support him or something, so then he'd just wait until he was sent to another. This didn't leave all that much time for worrying about higher forces, even though some of the families were diehard Christians. Aren's final home at thirteen had been Catholic, and he would always attend church with his new parents. When he got older, he began attending a baptist and then non-denominational church. The big scenes just weren't really for him, especially when he was being told every Sunday that he was going to hell by some stuffy priest.
For the past few years, he hadn't been going or even sure that there was anything out there. Nobody beyond the earth was about to help him with shit. He had to make things happen himself.
Now... apparently there was a guardian angel at his doorstep. If anyone else had told him that, he would've laughed his ass off. Then again, this man had expelled demons and had wings. That was good enough proof. Uriel must have royally screwed up in order to be a 'former' archangel, but Aren wasn't going to press it for the time being.
"Yeah, sure I've heard of them." He said as casually as he could possibly manage. He found it surprisingly easy. Today had been a weird day.
His resolve faded as the angel went on... and Aren realized that he probably wasn't going to go away once he'd raided the fridge. He blinked.
Until one of them died?
"Wait... Hold on. You're guarding me, and only me? Why? And stop calling me 'kid'."
It was completely confusing. Why him?
In response to Uriel saying what Aren thought of him, Aren tilted his head slightly. "Yeah, you are pretty freaky. And I did just see you decapitate some... Things, so obviously you're dangerous. That doesn't mean I really expect you to hurt me. At least it doesn't seem that way to me."
Aren couldn't help but think of the demons when the book was mentioned. So, what? Uriel just put a whole house in the book?
He continued to let him talk, vaguely surprised. Was he expected to throw a fit? Sure, this was weird. Maybe he just didn't have the energy to argue, or he sensed that it was hopeless to fight the circumstance.
"I don't really mind you staying at my house," Aren sighed. "If there's no way around this little arrangement and you're going to be staying nearby anyways. Plus I live with someone else, but she'll be out of country for a while. Vacant room."
I can't belive I'm inviting this guy to live with me. What the hell.
Suddenly Aren seemed to be bombarded with questions... But at least Uriel had corrected himself on his name.
"Thanks?" He shrugged at what was probably a compliment. "It's no problem." Surely an angel wasn't hitting on him. That made absolutely no sense, especially since that angel was male. He shoved the thought from his mind, along with his recognition for how attractive said angel was.
Aren laughed at his description of school, ejecting the cigarette as the smoke puffed out with his laughs and he tried not to choke. "I'm seventeen, and it's actually called school. High school. I'll be graduating a year early though, so I'll have even bigger problems to worry about when I get to college."
Though Aren normally acted more casual, he was intelligent. Of course, that wasn't the entire reason why he was permitted to graduate early and remained at the top of his class. He was focused on school quite a bit, making sure that his brain was at peak mental health by balancing sleep and other activities.
They were getting close to the apartments. They wouldn't have to go through the gate since they were on foot.
"We're almost there." He told Uriel. "And I don't live with my parents, so that won't be a problem."
His real parents were probably dead, but that didn't really matter. He did have his foster parents, but they were still raising his fourteen-year-old sister, Lace. He'd been independent since being adopted, and so that didn't give them much room to parent. Lace had a much tougher past than him as well, so they were probably coddling her at every moment.
Aren's apartment was average-sized, with a living room area that branched off into a kitchen with nothing separating the two but a countertop. There were two bedrooms and a bathroom, nothing really spectacular.
It was pretty cluttery inside, with many photographs and equipment for things of the sort. Zoë did primarily nature shots, but Aren took pretty much whatever he could get. He sometimes did shoots for models or their companies, which he liked well enough, even if sometimes they were complete assholes.
The pantry was currently being used as a dark space to blacklight photos, so the food was generally stored in cabinets or on shelves.
Once they made it past the walkway and to the door, exhaustion hit him hard. If Uriel wanted to stay, that was fine. As long as he let him be. Aren just wanted to shower and sleep at this point, to let things set in.
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been really tired but it should be back to normal once camp ends.)Confusing was one word used to describe this guy. He wasn't sure about much that he said, and really Aren was starting to think that he really had died. Maybe in a hit-and-run on the sidewalk. That would make much more sense. Then again, he was expecting more along the lines of hell than some clueless angel guy following him around. This alternative was better... at least he hoped it was.
Aren almost snorted. He wanted to say: 'do I look like I stock up on junk?' But decided to just let it be. Aren was honestly pretty much a twig. He was actually a vegan, but not a completely strict one. Sometimes he could eat a sandwich or slice of pizza if he was with friends. Bread was okay sometimes, but he still didn't eat meat. Maybe Uriel would leave if he didn't find anything he wanted.
Aren didn't really appreciate being called fragile, but the recent events hadn't exactly made him feel indestructible. He wasn't going to argue really, especially since the being he was talking to was clearly not mortal himself. Aren was pretty proud of himself for not having any immediate damage though. He was thrown across an alley and faced off with a demon while retaining no broken bones... which would be pretty cool if he was positive that his body wasn't lying around here somewhere. Then again, everything seemed the same as it had been a while ago, just now he had some weird-talking angel dude with him. He was pretty sure he wasn't dead.
Aren blinked in surprise when the man started laughing hysterically. It made him slightly uneasy, but finally it stopped. Aren sighed with near-relief, but then listened to the rest of his words. His face was still burning, but he uncrossed his arms. "I really don't feel like being lectured about why wearing clothes is wrong. Plus, I don't see you streaking." He paused, then added: "It happens to be illegal." He wasn't sure how much Uriel knew about things on earth that were actually modern. For Christ's sake, he didn't understand clothing. How long was he going to have to deal with this? Hopefully he could just give him the fridge access and he would leave.
The angel continued to list yet another thing that he didn't understand. This time it was names. "I'm not sure what kind of names you're used to, but I guess mine is pretty uncommon." He shrugged. He'd never met someone with the same name as him, so he guessed that made it not boring.
The strange being snatched the smoke from the air as it left his lips, turning it to a rather unnattractive liquid substance. Aren watched it for a moment, thinking about what a great anti-smoking commercial it would make. He raised his eyebrows. " 'Death Sticks' help my nerves, and plenty of people smoke. In Asian countries it's painfully common, but people don't die from it or get cancer barely at all. That's because diet sucks in America, and apparently so do immune systems."
They continued walking, and eventually Uriel answered him about his identity. Aren was raised in different households, being a foster child who seemed to fly through the system. Something always went wrong or his hosting family couldn't support him or something, so then he'd just wait until he was sent to another. This didn't leave all that much time for worrying about higher forces, even though some of the families were diehard Christians. Aren's final home at thirteen had been Catholic, and he would always attend church with his new parents. When he got older, he began attending a baptist and then non-denominational church. The big scenes just weren't really for him, especially when he was being told every Sunday that he was going to hell by some stuffy priest.
For the past few years, he hadn't been going or even sure that there was anything out there. Nobody beyond the earth was about to help him with shit. He had to make things happen himself.
Now... apparently there was a guardian angel at his doorstep. If anyone else had told him that, he would've laughed his ass off. Then again, this man had expelled demons and had wings. That was good enough proof. Uriel must have royally screwed up in order to be a 'former' archangel, but Aren wasn't going to press it for the time being.
"Yeah, sure I've heard of them." He said as casually as he could possibly manage. He found it surprisingly easy. Today had been a weird day.
His resolve faded as the angel went on... and Aren realized that he probably wasn't going to go away once he'd raided the fridge. He blinked.
Until one of them died?
"Wait... Hold on. You're guarding me, and only me? Why? And stop calling me 'kid'."
It was completely confusing. Why him?
In response to Uriel saying what Aren thought of him, Aren tilted his head slightly. "Yeah, you are pretty freaky. And I did just see you decapitate some... Things, so obviously you're dangerous. That doesn't mean I really expect you to hurt me. At least it doesn't seem that way to me."
Aren couldn't help but think of the demons when the book was mentioned. So, what? Uriel just put a whole house in the book?
He continued to let him talk, vaguely surprised. Was he expected to throw a fit? Sure, this was weird. Maybe he just didn't have the energy to argue, or he sensed that it was hopeless to fight the circumstance.
"I don't really mind you staying at my house," Aren sighed. "If there's no way around this little arrangement and you're going to be staying nearby anyways. Plus I live with someone else, but she'll be out of country for a while. Vacant room."
I can't belive I'm inviting this guy to live with me. What the hell.
Suddenly Aren seemed to be bombarded with questions... But at least Uriel had corrected himself on his name.
"Thanks?" He shrugged at what was probably a compliment. "It's no problem." Surely an angel wasn't hitting on him. That made absolutely no sense, especially since that angel was male. He shoved the thought from his mind, along with his recognition for how attractive said angel was.
Aren laughed at his description of school, ejecting the cigarette as the smoke puffed out with his laughs and he tried not to choke. "I'm seventeen, and it's actually called school. High school. I'll be graduating a year early though, so I'll have even bigger problems to worry about when I get to college."
Though Aren normally acted more casual, he was intelligent. Of course, that wasn't the entire reason why he was permitted to graduate early and remained at the top of his class. He was focused on school quite a bit, making sure that his brain was at peak mental health by balancing sleep and other activities.
They were getting close to the apartments. They wouldn't have to go through the gate since they were on foot.
"We're almost there." He told Uriel. "And I don't live with my parents, so that won't be a problem."
His real parents were probably dead, but that didn't really matter. He did have his foster parents, but they were still raising his fourteen-year-old sister, Lace. He'd been independent since being adopted, and so that didn't give them much room to parent. Lace had a much tougher past than him as well, so they were probably coddling her at every moment.
Aren's apartment was average-sized, with a living room area that branched off into a kitchen with nothing separating the two but a countertop. There were two bedrooms and a bathroom, nothing really spectacular.
It was pretty cluttery inside, with many photographs and equipment for things of the sort. Zoë did primarily nature shots, but Aren took pretty much whatever he could get. He sometimes did shoots for models or their companies, which he liked well enough, even if sometimes they were complete assholes.
The pantry was currently being used as a dark space to blacklight photos, so the food was generally stored in cabinets or on shelves.
Once they made it past the walkway and to the door, exhaustion hit him hard. If Uriel wanted to stay, that was fine. As long as he let him be. Aren just wanted to shower and sleep at this point, to let things set in.
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(It's fine x3 At least you're getting exercise. All I'm getting is pudding from my fridge :3)
"Most humans are ashamed of their body because of Satan's vile tongue tricking Eve," Uriel said with a shrug "I honestly have no problem with stripping. If you humans weren't so picky, I'd do it right now. Illegal here or not, I'd remove my clothes if you asked even right not. It isn't like your kind can contain me in what you call "jail" and "prison" anyway. I was created without clothes, and remained bare for lifetimes until humans started wearing clothes, because I was still venturing here a lot. I can't exactly leave this odd realm at all now, so I need to wear clothes regularly, unfortunately. I just don't quite understand the idea of decorating yourself with things like that." For the last part, he jabbed Aren side, meaning his shirt.
"I'm used to names that human minds can't even comprehend or live through hearing," Uriel said simply "My own can't be spoken by certain tongues without them burning up or melting." Names were very powerful things, to humans and non humans. Some brought happiness, others brought death. Uriel's brought more death than happiness. Not that he cared though. He was in the top three most powerful beings in existence. The angel was fine with a few people dying to keep such a rank.
"You're not in Asia," Uriel said with a blink "You're in America. Weird names for places, by the way. Anyway... yeah. You aren't exactly keeping yourself healthy with those things. Whether you have iron or flesh for your system doesn't matter. Perhaps I should've taken my punishment and let you die without help? That would save you another chunk of years with tainted lungs and bad breath."
And then they reached the area where Aren asked questions about being guarded. Uriel scratched his side, saying"Maybe because you need help? Or more company? Or your life sucks? I don't even know myself, because my brothers sent me to you do suddenly. So, you eventually need to tell me things. Not deep secrets and such, yet, but if something or someone is bothering you. I'm like your annoying guard dog now." The annoying guard dog who was clueless on human ways.
"I'm not dangerous all the time," Uriel decided "Just when others get annoying. And, it's my job to not hurt you. That doesn't mean I don't want to hurt you. It's half the fault of humans that I'm here right now anyway." The idea of harming a human actually pleased Uriel for a moment, eyes closing briefly. Pushing the thought aside, he opened his eyes again. Yes, it partially the fault of humans that Uriel was on Earth. The other half was his own fault, but he wasn't going to admit that just yet.
When Aren said he could stay at his place, Uriel said with a smirk"Really is no way around it. Until you die, as I should've said earlier. Mortality isn't something I can even force myself to comprehend. But hey, at least you have your own personal bodyguard now. Even though you probably don't need it." When Aren mentioned he was living with someone else, the angel blinked once, and went on"I can just find another place to nest once your friend returns."
When the other male thanked him, he merely shrugged and said"You're welcome? As tempting as it is, I suppose I shouldn't be insulting my own ward. If anything, I should be belly up to you right now. That'll never happen though, because I've already been humiliated enough." It was very vague, but his "complement" earlier had been a somewhat attempt to hit on Aren. As dumb as it was. And why not? It wasn't weird (to Uriel), and gender didn't really matter. Uriel was crafted, not made through sex. Sure, he had "man parts", but Uriel was actually genderless. Unlike his brothers, who had been born, along with being given similar genes. So, it wasn't weird at all for the angel to take interest in and find Aren attractive. Only odd part would be that they both look male.
"School? That sounds like 'cruel' to me, so either way, it sounds bad," Uriel decided " I didn't go to 'school', because I was blessed with knowledge upon creation. You're smart though, I got the vibe upon touching you, so it doesn't surprise me you're leaving early." He looked at Aren funny when he mentioned college. Uriel had no idea what that was, but he assumed it was more "school", given their current topic. School sounded dumb. But what did he know? He never went!
"I never had patents," Uriel said thoughtfully "I wonder what they'd be like?" He honestly was curious. Perhaps Uriel would be more caring if he learned from his mother or father. Yeah, he looked after his younger brothers at one point, but that didn't count. Uriel was actually unaware of how to act like a parenting adult, and had no problem with that. He didn't want the job of managing someone else constantly. If things went how he hoped, Aren wouldn't need too much guarding and babying.
When they got inside of the apartment, Uriel immediately began looking around. And, after he found the fridge on his own, he found a chair to settle into, preparing to eat the five peaches he got from the fridge. Uriel literally only ate fruit and vegetables, and bread. His sandwiches consisted of only those the elements. Still, he didn't mind cooking for others though. He just wouldn't be eating his own cooking if it was may. Unless he was in his metallic form, then all he ate was flesh. The idea of it in his current form? Disgusting.
"You go sleep or do whatever," he told Aren "I'm staying up, because I don't sleep." Yes, Uriel could sleep, but it wasn't mandatory. Uriel hated sleep, which meant dreams. In his case, nightmares. Ever since his banishment, all he had was nightmares when he slept. Gross. Devouring his first peach, expertly keeping his hands clean and mess free, he moved on to the second one, saying after a bite"Unless you want me to be in your room while you sleep. Makes it impossible for anything to get you." His offer was creepy, but Uriel wasn't aware. He was honestly just trying to be the protector he was assigned to be. He had a lot to learn though, with being a personal protector. Example, learn to not be weird to your ward.
"Interesting first meet, by the way," he finished, with whatever answer Aren gave to his offer "Let's just hope not a lot more demons come to eat your soul." Turning away, and waving his free hand, his book appeared. Running a finger over the pages, words began to show themselves. Then, as if it were a regular book, Uriel began to read, eating his peach. As he did silently, he looked quite relaxed, yet his brows were slightly bent as his blue eyes moved over the new words in his book. Again, he looked like any other person. People like Aren though, who saw him just a short while ago, knew Uriel was the exact opposite.
(Not much left for them to do that night, so your reply can include a skip to morning if you want :3)
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"Most humans are ashamed of their body because of Satan's vile tongue tricking Eve," Uriel said with a shrug "I honestly have no problem with stripping. If you humans weren't so picky, I'd do it right now. Illegal here or not, I'd remove my clothes if you asked even right not. It isn't like your kind can contain me in what you call "jail" and "prison" anyway. I was created without clothes, and remained bare for lifetimes until humans started wearing clothes, because I was still venturing here a lot. I can't exactly leave this odd realm at all now, so I need to wear clothes regularly, unfortunately. I just don't quite understand the idea of decorating yourself with things like that." For the last part, he jabbed Aren side, meaning his shirt.
"I'm used to names that human minds can't even comprehend or live through hearing," Uriel said simply "My own can't be spoken by certain tongues without them burning up or melting." Names were very powerful things, to humans and non humans. Some brought happiness, others brought death. Uriel's brought more death than happiness. Not that he cared though. He was in the top three most powerful beings in existence. The angel was fine with a few people dying to keep such a rank.
"You're not in Asia," Uriel said with a blink "You're in America. Weird names for places, by the way. Anyway... yeah. You aren't exactly keeping yourself healthy with those things. Whether you have iron or flesh for your system doesn't matter. Perhaps I should've taken my punishment and let you die without help? That would save you another chunk of years with tainted lungs and bad breath."
And then they reached the area where Aren asked questions about being guarded. Uriel scratched his side, saying"Maybe because you need help? Or more company? Or your life sucks? I don't even know myself, because my brothers sent me to you do suddenly. So, you eventually need to tell me things. Not deep secrets and such, yet, but if something or someone is bothering you. I'm like your annoying guard dog now." The annoying guard dog who was clueless on human ways.
"I'm not dangerous all the time," Uriel decided "Just when others get annoying. And, it's my job to not hurt you. That doesn't mean I don't want to hurt you. It's half the fault of humans that I'm here right now anyway." The idea of harming a human actually pleased Uriel for a moment, eyes closing briefly. Pushing the thought aside, he opened his eyes again. Yes, it partially the fault of humans that Uriel was on Earth. The other half was his own fault, but he wasn't going to admit that just yet.
When Aren said he could stay at his place, Uriel said with a smirk"Really is no way around it. Until you die, as I should've said earlier. Mortality isn't something I can even force myself to comprehend. But hey, at least you have your own personal bodyguard now. Even though you probably don't need it." When Aren mentioned he was living with someone else, the angel blinked once, and went on"I can just find another place to nest once your friend returns."
When the other male thanked him, he merely shrugged and said"You're welcome? As tempting as it is, I suppose I shouldn't be insulting my own ward. If anything, I should be belly up to you right now. That'll never happen though, because I've already been humiliated enough." It was very vague, but his "complement" earlier had been a somewhat attempt to hit on Aren. As dumb as it was. And why not? It wasn't weird (to Uriel), and gender didn't really matter. Uriel was crafted, not made through sex. Sure, he had "man parts", but Uriel was actually genderless. Unlike his brothers, who had been born, along with being given similar genes. So, it wasn't weird at all for the angel to take interest in and find Aren attractive. Only odd part would be that they both look male.
"School? That sounds like 'cruel' to me, so either way, it sounds bad," Uriel decided " I didn't go to 'school', because I was blessed with knowledge upon creation. You're smart though, I got the vibe upon touching you, so it doesn't surprise me you're leaving early." He looked at Aren funny when he mentioned college. Uriel had no idea what that was, but he assumed it was more "school", given their current topic. School sounded dumb. But what did he know? He never went!
"I never had patents," Uriel said thoughtfully "I wonder what they'd be like?" He honestly was curious. Perhaps Uriel would be more caring if he learned from his mother or father. Yeah, he looked after his younger brothers at one point, but that didn't count. Uriel was actually unaware of how to act like a parenting adult, and had no problem with that. He didn't want the job of managing someone else constantly. If things went how he hoped, Aren wouldn't need too much guarding and babying.
When they got inside of the apartment, Uriel immediately began looking around. And, after he found the fridge on his own, he found a chair to settle into, preparing to eat the five peaches he got from the fridge. Uriel literally only ate fruit and vegetables, and bread. His sandwiches consisted of only those the elements. Still, he didn't mind cooking for others though. He just wouldn't be eating his own cooking if it was may. Unless he was in his metallic form, then all he ate was flesh. The idea of it in his current form? Disgusting.
"You go sleep or do whatever," he told Aren "I'm staying up, because I don't sleep." Yes, Uriel could sleep, but it wasn't mandatory. Uriel hated sleep, which meant dreams. In his case, nightmares. Ever since his banishment, all he had was nightmares when he slept. Gross. Devouring his first peach, expertly keeping his hands clean and mess free, he moved on to the second one, saying after a bite"Unless you want me to be in your room while you sleep. Makes it impossible for anything to get you." His offer was creepy, but Uriel wasn't aware. He was honestly just trying to be the protector he was assigned to be. He had a lot to learn though, with being a personal protector. Example, learn to not be weird to your ward.
"Interesting first meet, by the way," he finished, with whatever answer Aren gave to his offer "Let's just hope not a lot more demons come to eat your soul." Turning away, and waving his free hand, his book appeared. Running a finger over the pages, words began to show themselves. Then, as if it were a regular book, Uriel began to read, eating his peach. As he did silently, he looked quite relaxed, yet his brows were slightly bent as his blue eyes moved over the new words in his book. Again, he looked like any other person. People like Aren though, who saw him just a short while ago, knew Uriel was the exact opposite.
(Not much left for them to do that night, so your reply can include a skip to morning if you want :3)
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( Gah this is so late ;_; )
Aren shrugged as the angel droned on and on about clothes and the history of humans and the latter. He took a jostle away from him as he prodded his side, defensively crossing his arms over his sides. "To be so old, you sure don't understand much." The boy muttered. Seriously, Uriel wanted to question clothing. Why did he need an excuse to wear clothes? It was an odd notion to think that they could've both been naked at the time they first met one another. That certainly would've been... personal. His face almost heated at the thought of being bare in front of the angel, but quickly swatted it aside. He was being stupid.
Aren had nothing to input with the bit about names, mostly because he didn't want to touch on something that dangerous if what he was saying was true. If his name was that powerful, he didn't know what could happen otherwise. Honestly he wasn't really afraid of him, per se... Maybe just wary. Like having a bazooka or extreme explosive in his house. It wasn't going to blow up, but the fact that it was there was slightly unnerving.
Uriel gave him a whole big spill about cigarettes. Yeah, he knew they were bad for him. They were just... Satisfying? No matter how much he knew that they were tainting his insides or how many people told him to quit, he couldn't. He guessed that was why it was an addiction. It was something that made him feel even more human, in his mind. Weak to even his own self.
Aren sighed. He removed the current 'death stick' from his lips and tossed it aside. "Fine, whatever."
It really did make him feel guilty, no matter how much he showed outwardly that he didn't care. Such was the case with many things. He found that concealing emotions was normally easier to deal with, and it helped you keep your defenses up.
Aren chuckled. "Wow, yeah. I don't need help or company, and my life only sucks as much as I let it. I'm done caring about why you're here at this point though, since as you've already said: it's happening."
As he said the first words, they left a hollow and fake feeling inside him. Did he need help? Did he need company?
Probably.
He never really thought his life sucked, mainly because he didn't consider it notably worse than anyone else's. Sure, he'd been home-hopping for a while, and had moved out on his own when he turned sixteen. Maybe he had to scrounge for money sometimes.
So what? What made him deserve a guardian angel? It was all really confusing to him, but there was no use fighting it.
"I don't have many dark secrets, but okay." He muttered. Aren was none too enthusiastic about whining to a celestial being every time something didn't go his way.
He sure has the annoying part down.
Aren shifted slightly when Uriel said things that made him feel like he probably wanted to hurt him.
"I doubt it's my fault." He said. Whatever had happened to this angel had been big, that much was certain. Another thought running through his mind was:
Shit, if I could get dangerous every time someone was annoying...
Aren almost smiled. He had a habit of getting annoyed with things easily, but normally only if it was people who had their heads in the clouds and sticks up their asses.
"Personal bodyguard," He mused. "So much fun." Aren looked up at the sky as he mentioned his roommate. "She'll be gone for a long time. At least to me, but it probably won't be all that long to you in all of your immortality." He tried not to let his voice get sad. Zoë meant a lot to him, and really was one of the only sources of company that he had. Now she was gone, which meant that he really was lonely.
He didn't normally waste time with talking to people outside of directly social situations. School wasn't a place for him to gossip and make friends. It was a place for him to become more knowledgeable and focus on etching his future. He talked to people when he had to, though.
Many people told him that he was wasting some of the best years of his life. Yeah, that was why he went to parties. To get people off of his case... also for the booze. He already had a smoking and drinking problem while legally underage. Great for him.
Aren laughed. "Yeah, it kinda does sound bad. Most kids detest it, but I don't mind it at all." His face flushed slightly when he mentioned the fact that he was leaving early not coming as a surprise.
He laughed a little to himself. "For someone blessed with knowledge upon creation, you should probably learn a little more about current earth life." Aren smirked. This guy really was pretty clueless, but at least it was amusing.
Aren's face softened when Uriel mentioned parents. Of course he'd never had them.
"Uh, they would probably be caring, even if they didn't always show it gently. They're there to guide us and teach us how to... do life." His voice died a little. "I never really had parents, either. I mean at one point I did, but they were probably crack addicts or something." He laughed harshly. Never meeting his real parents had been a little difficult on him growing up, but it certainly taught him to never put too much faith in other people. Or divine deities, for that matter.
Once they'd entered the apartment, Uriel seemed to make himself at home. Aren shrugged at the first part of his statement, then paused at the second. "Um... Hard pass. You can stay in here." The boy hastened, not being able to reject the offer fast enough.
He smiled inwardly as he slipped his shoes off near the door. "Yeah, I'd hope not. As amazingly fun as that was."
Aren shook his head and disappeared down the hallway to the left of the main room.
He gathered his night clothes (consisting of a large black Led Zeppelin t-shirt and some basketball shorts) and went to take a brief shower. Aren didn't return to the main room afterwards. He went straight a few paces up the hall into his bedroom and closed the door.
Aren was done with conversing with Uriel for the day, and didn't want to go into the living room or kitchen to risk socializing with the archangel. He needed a breather and a good night's rest in order to gather his bearings.
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
One stormcloud-colored eye opened. Then another.
The orbs flicked around the room. His dresser, his nightstand, his closet, his window, his desk. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Aren was safe at home, in his room, waking up the same way he did just about every single day. Of course he forgot about harboring an angel. When he did recall it, all he could do was scoff at himself for having such weird dreams.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes, clicking the button on top of his alarm. Everything was fine... Until he moved his leg and extreme back soreness jutted down his spine.
"Ah, fuck." Aren hissed as the memory of being thrown into an alley wall and everything after that poured into his senses.
The boy dragged himself out of bed, hair sticking up every which way as he looked down at his phone. It was laying on his nightstand next to another modeling picture. This one featured a stunning boy with golden hair and bright blue eyes, laughing and holding a gorgeous girl with deep crimson hair. They were both barefoot and on platinum sand, with a vast expanse of blue ocean behind them. They were perfect for one another, and seemed very genuinely happy. The sunlight and angle was perfect... but that wasn't why he cared so much about the picture.
The boy in the picture was an old friend of Aren's, and it was safe to say that he'd fallen in love with him. Most pictures strewn around featured the model.
The red-haired girl was Zoë's best friend. In a way, Zoë's heart belonged to her as well. Not in the way that Aren loved him, but it was still a type of love.
He'd met Zoë for the first time when his client met up with hers for a cin Paris. The two models had fallen in love relatively quickly, so Aren had gained a new friend. Gained one to lose one, he guessed.
Aren didn't even want to think his name. He wanted to forget about him. Him and his girlfriend. It would be childish to say that she had stolen him away from Aren, since he was never Aren's to begin with. They'd been best friends, and the model had often jokingly flirted with him.. but it was never anything more than a joke to him. To him.
The last thing he wanted right then was for Uriel to start asking questions and find out that he's gay. Or maybe he already knew, and that was why he was assigned to him in the first place.
Aren quickly got dressed (this time with no worded shirts) and brushed through his hair before making his way down the hall.
"Morning." He said, not even paying attention to the room. The boy approached the fridge and pulled out some strawberries.
He placed them on the counter before going over to the coffee table and beginning to stow away the scattered pictures.
"I have school in a little while. I'm not sure about others seeing you or whatever, but I'm pretty sure they won't let a stranger in to follow me around all day." He called.
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Aren shrugged as the angel droned on and on about clothes and the history of humans and the latter. He took a jostle away from him as he prodded his side, defensively crossing his arms over his sides. "To be so old, you sure don't understand much." The boy muttered. Seriously, Uriel wanted to question clothing. Why did he need an excuse to wear clothes? It was an odd notion to think that they could've both been naked at the time they first met one another. That certainly would've been... personal. His face almost heated at the thought of being bare in front of the angel, but quickly swatted it aside. He was being stupid.
Aren had nothing to input with the bit about names, mostly because he didn't want to touch on something that dangerous if what he was saying was true. If his name was that powerful, he didn't know what could happen otherwise. Honestly he wasn't really afraid of him, per se... Maybe just wary. Like having a bazooka or extreme explosive in his house. It wasn't going to blow up, but the fact that it was there was slightly unnerving.
Uriel gave him a whole big spill about cigarettes. Yeah, he knew they were bad for him. They were just... Satisfying? No matter how much he knew that they were tainting his insides or how many people told him to quit, he couldn't. He guessed that was why it was an addiction. It was something that made him feel even more human, in his mind. Weak to even his own self.
Aren sighed. He removed the current 'death stick' from his lips and tossed it aside. "Fine, whatever."
It really did make him feel guilty, no matter how much he showed outwardly that he didn't care. Such was the case with many things. He found that concealing emotions was normally easier to deal with, and it helped you keep your defenses up.
Aren chuckled. "Wow, yeah. I don't need help or company, and my life only sucks as much as I let it. I'm done caring about why you're here at this point though, since as you've already said: it's happening."
As he said the first words, they left a hollow and fake feeling inside him. Did he need help? Did he need company?
Probably.
He never really thought his life sucked, mainly because he didn't consider it notably worse than anyone else's. Sure, he'd been home-hopping for a while, and had moved out on his own when he turned sixteen. Maybe he had to scrounge for money sometimes.
So what? What made him deserve a guardian angel? It was all really confusing to him, but there was no use fighting it.
"I don't have many dark secrets, but okay." He muttered. Aren was none too enthusiastic about whining to a celestial being every time something didn't go his way.
He sure has the annoying part down.
Aren shifted slightly when Uriel said things that made him feel like he probably wanted to hurt him.
"I doubt it's my fault." He said. Whatever had happened to this angel had been big, that much was certain. Another thought running through his mind was:
Shit, if I could get dangerous every time someone was annoying...
Aren almost smiled. He had a habit of getting annoyed with things easily, but normally only if it was people who had their heads in the clouds and sticks up their asses.
"Personal bodyguard," He mused. "So much fun." Aren looked up at the sky as he mentioned his roommate. "She'll be gone for a long time. At least to me, but it probably won't be all that long to you in all of your immortality." He tried not to let his voice get sad. Zoë meant a lot to him, and really was one of the only sources of company that he had. Now she was gone, which meant that he really was lonely.
He didn't normally waste time with talking to people outside of directly social situations. School wasn't a place for him to gossip and make friends. It was a place for him to become more knowledgeable and focus on etching his future. He talked to people when he had to, though.
Many people told him that he was wasting some of the best years of his life. Yeah, that was why he went to parties. To get people off of his case... also for the booze. He already had a smoking and drinking problem while legally underage. Great for him.
Aren laughed. "Yeah, it kinda does sound bad. Most kids detest it, but I don't mind it at all." His face flushed slightly when he mentioned the fact that he was leaving early not coming as a surprise.
He laughed a little to himself. "For someone blessed with knowledge upon creation, you should probably learn a little more about current earth life." Aren smirked. This guy really was pretty clueless, but at least it was amusing.
Aren's face softened when Uriel mentioned parents. Of course he'd never had them.
"Uh, they would probably be caring, even if they didn't always show it gently. They're there to guide us and teach us how to... do life." His voice died a little. "I never really had parents, either. I mean at one point I did, but they were probably crack addicts or something." He laughed harshly. Never meeting his real parents had been a little difficult on him growing up, but it certainly taught him to never put too much faith in other people. Or divine deities, for that matter.
Once they'd entered the apartment, Uriel seemed to make himself at home. Aren shrugged at the first part of his statement, then paused at the second. "Um... Hard pass. You can stay in here." The boy hastened, not being able to reject the offer fast enough.
He smiled inwardly as he slipped his shoes off near the door. "Yeah, I'd hope not. As amazingly fun as that was."
Aren shook his head and disappeared down the hallway to the left of the main room.
He gathered his night clothes (consisting of a large black Led Zeppelin t-shirt and some basketball shorts) and went to take a brief shower. Aren didn't return to the main room afterwards. He went straight a few paces up the hall into his bedroom and closed the door.
Aren was done with conversing with Uriel for the day, and didn't want to go into the living room or kitchen to risk socializing with the archangel. He needed a breather and a good night's rest in order to gather his bearings.
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
One stormcloud-colored eye opened. Then another.
The orbs flicked around the room. His dresser, his nightstand, his closet, his window, his desk. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Aren was safe at home, in his room, waking up the same way he did just about every single day. Of course he forgot about harboring an angel. When he did recall it, all he could do was scoff at himself for having such weird dreams.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes, clicking the button on top of his alarm. Everything was fine... Until he moved his leg and extreme back soreness jutted down his spine.
"Ah, fuck." Aren hissed as the memory of being thrown into an alley wall and everything after that poured into his senses.
The boy dragged himself out of bed, hair sticking up every which way as he looked down at his phone. It was laying on his nightstand next to another modeling picture. This one featured a stunning boy with golden hair and bright blue eyes, laughing and holding a gorgeous girl with deep crimson hair. They were both barefoot and on platinum sand, with a vast expanse of blue ocean behind them. They were perfect for one another, and seemed very genuinely happy. The sunlight and angle was perfect... but that wasn't why he cared so much about the picture.
The boy in the picture was an old friend of Aren's, and it was safe to say that he'd fallen in love with him. Most pictures strewn around featured the model.
The red-haired girl was Zoë's best friend. In a way, Zoë's heart belonged to her as well. Not in the way that Aren loved him, but it was still a type of love.
He'd met Zoë for the first time when his client met up with hers for a cin Paris. The two models had fallen in love relatively quickly, so Aren had gained a new friend. Gained one to lose one, he guessed.
Aren didn't even want to think his name. He wanted to forget about him. Him and his girlfriend. It would be childish to say that she had stolen him away from Aren, since he was never Aren's to begin with. They'd been best friends, and the model had often jokingly flirted with him.. but it was never anything more than a joke to him. To him.
The last thing he wanted right then was for Uriel to start asking questions and find out that he's gay. Or maybe he already knew, and that was why he was assigned to him in the first place.
Aren quickly got dressed (this time with no worded shirts) and brushed through his hair before making his way down the hall.
"Morning." He said, not even paying attention to the room. The boy approached the fridge and pulled out some strawberries.
He placed them on the counter before going over to the coffee table and beginning to stow away the scattered pictures.
"I have school in a little while. I'm not sure about others seeing you or whatever, but I'm pretty sure they won't let a stranger in to follow me around all day." He called.
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Uriel was literally passed out on the floor when Aren walked in, more or less. The archangel never grew unconscious during the night. He was just lazy. When his ward actually started talking, an eye opened, clear and alert as if he'd never even fallen asleep. Sitting up, he said kind of tiredly "Morning."
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Lucky Aren. He got to sleep and temporarily forget about yesterday. Uriel only got to think about it all night. Today would mark the seventy-third day without him sleeping. And it was horrible, honestly. Still, it wasn't a need for immortal beings to sleep.
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When Aren went about telling Uriel how he may not be able to go to school with him, he said with a yawn "Nonsense. What if your school is attacked or something? I'm definitely going." Fat chance Aren's school would be attacked any day, but still. He just wanted to see what was so great about school. Uriel paused for a moment. His brothers granted him a grotesque form of shapeshifting, so perhaps they'd grant him ability to take form of an animal?
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Getting up, and walking over to the counter. When he arrived, he moved so he was sitting on it, beginning to shrink. Fur the color of his wings sprouted from his body, and his facial structure began to elongate a little, becoming narrow. After a few minutes of confusing thinking, a little, rather fat, blue hamster sat on the counter. About the size of a small knob.
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"That was painful. I think this'll be my only choice for now. Shapeshifting sucks when your power is limited." Looking himself over, he looked adorable, but it was still weird. A full grown man just changed into a hamster. Shaking himself, he said "I think I'll see if I can sleep on the way there. Poke me if something happens, I guess." Scratching his side with a small hind leg, he gave himself another look over.
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"The ladies would be all over this, my cuteness," he said, voice a decent pitch higher than his usual semi-baritone "Too bad I'm not attracted to them. Much too difficult to deal with sometimes." He curled up into a ball, twitching for a moment. Then, looking up at Aren, he went on "Fit me in a pocket or a bag or something. I'm not allowed to let you go anywhere on your own. Except the bathroom. Watching you crap would just be weird, and we're not so close that we can see each other naked. I don't exactly see us getting there at all anyway."
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It wasn't that Uriel cared about the matter. He was perfectly fine with being bare and with seeing anyone else without clothes. He was like a baby, who didn't understand that it was now wrong to be naked. Uriel could just about taste Aren's unease with the subject though. It was actually quite amusing to him, and the blue hamster shook a little with what could be considered... laughter?
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Eventually, he calmed himself. Managing to get one of the strawberries, he began nibbling on one. Perfectly normal. A talking, chubby blue hamster eating a strawberry.
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"So, what do you do at... school?" Uriel asked after nibbling on the fruit for a moment "Is it true that you aren't allowed to 'engage in coitus' there too? Or is that allowed? Humans seem to favor constant mating, from what I've seen." That's how it was in his home realm. If you were in public, certain "actions" weren't allowed. That stuff was saved for when you were married. Uriel frowned at the idea of humans evolving out of that after so long. Moving on, after eating more strawberry, he asked "Do they still hit you with wood sticks when you're bad?" What he meant to say was "ruler", but he didn't know what it was called. Pushing his strawberry, which overall didn't have a lot missing from it, aside, he seemed to sit where he was, little nose twitching.
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"I should've chosen something else," he muttered "This is greatly uncomfortable." Feeling his tiny, furry face for a moment, he made his way around the counter to test his legs, saying "It's going to hurt changing back, but oh well. They can't boot me out like this, and don't you dare let me be taken up or something, or I'll get you over my knee when I change back. Tell them I'll die if they try to take me."
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"Let's get going soon. I'm bored now. And don't crush me when handling me, now that I'm even smaller. I don't think hamsters can give diseases, but I'll do my best to bite your finger."
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Uriel probably could've just hung around the school, and not actually accompany Aren, but he didn't want to take chances. Probably for the first week, he was going to be super cautious, more or less, about the whole protecting thing.
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"Do you have any mean people at your school? Or does school give your chances to make friends?" The hamster questioned, just plopping where he was, legs spreading out "Acquaintances? Targets? Rivals? Human pets?" He liked to ask questions. Plus, it let Uriel get a better read on Aren. The angel didn't exactly get to study Aren before he was sent to him. Uriel mentioned it last night, but he repeated "I need to know certain things about you. Of course, I could just possess you and read your thoughts, but that doesn't exactly solidify our trusting relationship."
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Uriel's little nose twitched again, and his eyes narrowed a bit, as if something suddenly... came over him.
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"Hey, get me a napkin or a paper towel or something. I have to take a poop." The little blue animal wasn't going to crap on the counter, even though the turd would be super, super tiny. And Uriel didn't feel like going through painful transformation again just to use the bathroom. Sort of huddling where he was, like a person did when trying to "hold it in" while waiting.
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If someone had been seeing Uriel like this for the first time, as a blue hamster, they would think someone had drugged them. Whether they saw him like that, or as an angel. Aren just happened to be a very accepting and open minded person.
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Uriel was literally passed out on the floor when Aren walked in, more or less. The archangel never grew unconscious during the night. He was just lazy. When his ward actually started talking, an eye opened, clear and alert as if he'd never even fallen asleep. Sitting up, he said kind of tiredly "Morning."
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Lucky Aren. He got to sleep and temporarily forget about yesterday. Uriel only got to think about it all night. Today would mark the seventy-third day without him sleeping. And it was horrible, honestly. Still, it wasn't a need for immortal beings to sleep.
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When Aren went about telling Uriel how he may not be able to go to school with him, he said with a yawn "Nonsense. What if your school is attacked or something? I'm definitely going." Fat chance Aren's school would be attacked any day, but still. He just wanted to see what was so great about school. Uriel paused for a moment. His brothers granted him a grotesque form of shapeshifting, so perhaps they'd grant him ability to take form of an animal?
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Getting up, and walking over to the counter. When he arrived, he moved so he was sitting on it, beginning to shrink. Fur the color of his wings sprouted from his body, and his facial structure began to elongate a little, becoming narrow. After a few minutes of confusing thinking, a little, rather fat, blue hamster sat on the counter. About the size of a small knob.
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"That was painful. I think this'll be my only choice for now. Shapeshifting sucks when your power is limited." Looking himself over, he looked adorable, but it was still weird. A full grown man just changed into a hamster. Shaking himself, he said "I think I'll see if I can sleep on the way there. Poke me if something happens, I guess." Scratching his side with a small hind leg, he gave himself another look over.
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"The ladies would be all over this, my cuteness," he said, voice a decent pitch higher than his usual semi-baritone "Too bad I'm not attracted to them. Much too difficult to deal with sometimes." He curled up into a ball, twitching for a moment. Then, looking up at Aren, he went on "Fit me in a pocket or a bag or something. I'm not allowed to let you go anywhere on your own. Except the bathroom. Watching you crap would just be weird, and we're not so close that we can see each other naked. I don't exactly see us getting there at all anyway."
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It wasn't that Uriel cared about the matter. He was perfectly fine with being bare and with seeing anyone else without clothes. He was like a baby, who didn't understand that it was now wrong to be naked. Uriel could just about taste Aren's unease with the subject though. It was actually quite amusing to him, and the blue hamster shook a little with what could be considered... laughter?
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Eventually, he calmed himself. Managing to get one of the strawberries, he began nibbling on one. Perfectly normal. A talking, chubby blue hamster eating a strawberry.
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"So, what do you do at... school?" Uriel asked after nibbling on the fruit for a moment "Is it true that you aren't allowed to 'engage in coitus' there too? Or is that allowed? Humans seem to favor constant mating, from what I've seen." That's how it was in his home realm. If you were in public, certain "actions" weren't allowed. That stuff was saved for when you were married. Uriel frowned at the idea of humans evolving out of that after so long. Moving on, after eating more strawberry, he asked "Do they still hit you with wood sticks when you're bad?" What he meant to say was "ruler", but he didn't know what it was called. Pushing his strawberry, which overall didn't have a lot missing from it, aside, he seemed to sit where he was, little nose twitching.
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"I should've chosen something else," he muttered "This is greatly uncomfortable." Feeling his tiny, furry face for a moment, he made his way around the counter to test his legs, saying "It's going to hurt changing back, but oh well. They can't boot me out like this, and don't you dare let me be taken up or something, or I'll get you over my knee when I change back. Tell them I'll die if they try to take me."
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"Let's get going soon. I'm bored now. And don't crush me when handling me, now that I'm even smaller. I don't think hamsters can give diseases, but I'll do my best to bite your finger."
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Uriel probably could've just hung around the school, and not actually accompany Aren, but he didn't want to take chances. Probably for the first week, he was going to be super cautious, more or less, about the whole protecting thing.
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"Do you have any mean people at your school? Or does school give your chances to make friends?" The hamster questioned, just plopping where he was, legs spreading out "Acquaintances? Targets? Rivals? Human pets?" He liked to ask questions. Plus, it let Uriel get a better read on Aren. The angel didn't exactly get to study Aren before he was sent to him. Uriel mentioned it last night, but he repeated "I need to know certain things about you. Of course, I could just possess you and read your thoughts, but that doesn't exactly solidify our trusting relationship."
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"Hey, get me a napkin or a paper towel or something. I have to take a poop." The little blue animal wasn't going to crap on the counter, even though the turd would be super, super tiny. And Uriel didn't feel like going through painful transformation again just to use the bathroom. Sort of huddling where he was, like a person did when trying to "hold it in" while waiting.
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Aren wasn't going to lie: he was a little bit surprised to see Uriel there, but it did confirm the fact that Aren was either insane or that the events from yesterday had definitely been real and not tampered with while he slept.
Uriel looked pretty awful, sprawled across the floor like that. He said that he didn't sleep, but it looked miserable that way. Aren, as a teenage boy, needed large and healthy amounts of sleep, so he couldn't imagine not being able to do so. (At least happily.)
Aren shrugged at Uriel's claim that he would definitely be going to school with him. "Whatever. I doubt it'll be attacked, but good luck getting yourself in."
What happened next just about made him eat his words. Uriel legitimately walked over to the counter and started to shape shift. He thought that by then he'd be used to weird things happening, but an angel guy turning into a blue hamster was a pretty new level of weird. It was freaky, to say the least.
"Yeah... I'll be wide awake." Aren mumbled. At that moment, nothing could be more unsettling than a man slowly and painfully being changed into a small rodent.
Then he went on to talk about 'the ladies', and it did confuse him a little. "Ha, if I decide that I want a girlfriend I'll just whip out my weird blue hamster and wait." He chuckled.
"I'm guessing Archangels wouldn't really be attracted to people, yeah." He felt a strange twinge in his stomach at that, but what it felt closest to was disappointment, and that wasn't right or true in the slightest.
Aren looked down at his bag and opened a small pouch near the front. "Alright, this pocket should work." He cut his eyes at the small blue rodent at the mention of watching him use the bathroom or seeing him bare. "Trust me, neither do I. And no way would I let you watch me take a shit."
He wasn't exactly sure what the angel found so hilarious, but it was a little unnerving.
Aren took a strawberry as well and had just taken a bite out of it when he started asking questions. He nearly choked.
"W-Well no, it isn't allowed. I'm sure it happens, but it would be against the rules." Aren pushed the thought away and went to answer the original question. "At school... You sit in a desk and learn things until they tell you to go to another room and another desk to learn something else." He decided, trying to dumb it down as much as possible. It was like explaining normal life to an alien.
Aren bit but into the rest of the strawberry up to the stem, pulling the meager remains out with a small 'pop'. He raised his eyebrows. "A wooden stick? No, not one that I can recall. Even if there was, punishment doesn't go your way if you just shut up and do what's asked of you. Teachers generally will like you."
Aren closed the plastic grated strawberry box and slipped it into the pocket designated for Uriel.
His stormy eyes snapped up to the small creature at his declaration. "I'd like to see you try." He snarled. "No way in Hell. But don't worry, I don't want to get you taken up. I wouldn't appreciate the attention of keeping a talking blue hamster in my bag. You probably know, but if someone sees you, you should shut your trap and pretend to be an actual animal."
Who knows what this guy thought was common knowledge?
Aren took a water bottle from the refrigerator and walked back up to the hamster that sat on his counter. He rolled his eyes. "Yes, Your Highness. And I'm sure you would."
Uriel began probing him about his personal life, which Aren found a little intrusive, but he didn't really mind. After all, this guy was going to be with him like a shadow from now on.
"Sure, but there's assholes everywhere. There's also opportunities to make friends, but normally I just stick to my work and the people I can tolerate." He signed and began counting off on his fingers. "Most people are acquaintances, don't really have any targets unless jerks target me, my only rivalry would be with a girl from the senior class that I'm fighting for valedictorian with, but she's decently nice. I don't really care enough to make personal rivalries. No human pets, unfortunately. You'll meet anyone important soon enough."
Aren was more than slightly unnerved to know what Uriel could just possess him. It reminded him just how much he didn't know about the angel, and how much he still had to learn about him. He really was interesting... so maybe he could get to learn things about Uriel the way he was learning about Aren.
He swallowed. "Yeah, I don't think that would be very trustful."
There he was, talking to a blue hamster that was actually a former archangel named Uriel that was going to follow him around for the rest of his life. His life was a train wreck.
Just when it couldn't get wreckier, the said being decided that he needed to use the bathroom.
"Ah shit, gross." Aren frantically unrolled some paper towels and placed it beside Uriel. He glared at him.
When he was done, Aren disposed of the towel and lifted the angel unceremoniously, depositing him gently into the open pocket.
"I'm not gonna be late because of you. And do not. Take a shit. In my bag." The boy situated the strap and made his way out of the apartment, locking and slamming the door behind him.
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Uriel looked pretty awful, sprawled across the floor like that. He said that he didn't sleep, but it looked miserable that way. Aren, as a teenage boy, needed large and healthy amounts of sleep, so he couldn't imagine not being able to do so. (At least happily.)
Aren shrugged at Uriel's claim that he would definitely be going to school with him. "Whatever. I doubt it'll be attacked, but good luck getting yourself in."
What happened next just about made him eat his words. Uriel legitimately walked over to the counter and started to shape shift. He thought that by then he'd be used to weird things happening, but an angel guy turning into a blue hamster was a pretty new level of weird. It was freaky, to say the least.
"Yeah... I'll be wide awake." Aren mumbled. At that moment, nothing could be more unsettling than a man slowly and painfully being changed into a small rodent.
Then he went on to talk about 'the ladies', and it did confuse him a little. "Ha, if I decide that I want a girlfriend I'll just whip out my weird blue hamster and wait." He chuckled.
"I'm guessing Archangels wouldn't really be attracted to people, yeah." He felt a strange twinge in his stomach at that, but what it felt closest to was disappointment, and that wasn't right or true in the slightest.
Aren looked down at his bag and opened a small pouch near the front. "Alright, this pocket should work." He cut his eyes at the small blue rodent at the mention of watching him use the bathroom or seeing him bare. "Trust me, neither do I. And no way would I let you watch me take a shit."
He wasn't exactly sure what the angel found so hilarious, but it was a little unnerving.
Aren took a strawberry as well and had just taken a bite out of it when he started asking questions. He nearly choked.
"W-Well no, it isn't allowed. I'm sure it happens, but it would be against the rules." Aren pushed the thought away and went to answer the original question. "At school... You sit in a desk and learn things until they tell you to go to another room and another desk to learn something else." He decided, trying to dumb it down as much as possible. It was like explaining normal life to an alien.
Aren bit but into the rest of the strawberry up to the stem, pulling the meager remains out with a small 'pop'. He raised his eyebrows. "A wooden stick? No, not one that I can recall. Even if there was, punishment doesn't go your way if you just shut up and do what's asked of you. Teachers generally will like you."
Aren closed the plastic grated strawberry box and slipped it into the pocket designated for Uriel.
His stormy eyes snapped up to the small creature at his declaration. "I'd like to see you try." He snarled. "No way in Hell. But don't worry, I don't want to get you taken up. I wouldn't appreciate the attention of keeping a talking blue hamster in my bag. You probably know, but if someone sees you, you should shut your trap and pretend to be an actual animal."
Who knows what this guy thought was common knowledge?
Aren took a water bottle from the refrigerator and walked back up to the hamster that sat on his counter. He rolled his eyes. "Yes, Your Highness. And I'm sure you would."
Uriel began probing him about his personal life, which Aren found a little intrusive, but he didn't really mind. After all, this guy was going to be with him like a shadow from now on.
"Sure, but there's assholes everywhere. There's also opportunities to make friends, but normally I just stick to my work and the people I can tolerate." He signed and began counting off on his fingers. "Most people are acquaintances, don't really have any targets unless jerks target me, my only rivalry would be with a girl from the senior class that I'm fighting for valedictorian with, but she's decently nice. I don't really care enough to make personal rivalries. No human pets, unfortunately. You'll meet anyone important soon enough."
Aren was more than slightly unnerved to know what Uriel could just possess him. It reminded him just how much he didn't know about the angel, and how much he still had to learn about him. He really was interesting... so maybe he could get to learn things about Uriel the way he was learning about Aren.
He swallowed. "Yeah, I don't think that would be very trustful."
There he was, talking to a blue hamster that was actually a former archangel named Uriel that was going to follow him around for the rest of his life. His life was a train wreck.
Just when it couldn't get wreckier, the said being decided that he needed to use the bathroom.
"Ah shit, gross." Aren frantically unrolled some paper towels and placed it beside Uriel. He glared at him.
When he was done, Aren disposed of the towel and lifted the angel unceremoniously, depositing him gently into the open pocket.
"I'm not gonna be late because of you. And do not. Take a shit. In my bag." The boy situated the strap and made his way out of the apartment, locking and slamming the door behind him.
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Santa's Shadow
(My post is really short because I wasn't sure if you were going to want to rp their day at school, or skip over it, etc X3 So I leave that decision up to you :3)
"Angels are attracted to humans, or other angels," Uriel explained "I'm just not attracted to females. I'm what you humans call homosexual." A little blue hind-paw reached to scratch his side, and he said "My people don't understand that there's nothing wrong with it, but there's not much they can do about it." Even now, Uriel was immortal being who could kill you as soon as look at you. Anything he did wasn't questioned by any. There was never a need to call him out on things usually, because Uriel had sense to get his jobs done, so whatever he did or wanted wasn't forbidden to him or taken away from him.
Uriel blinked, questioning "Against the rules? Well, I guess I can't say much. It's like that back home too."
His beady eyes focused on Aren as he explained school, and blinked a few times when he finished. Nose twitching, he decided "That's boring, but hey. Some people come out pretty smart, I suppose." Uriel remembered him mentioning something about being at the top of his class or something, plus Aren just gave off that sort of vibe that he wasn't exactly "caveman" level of intelligence.
He blinked once when Aren said he'd like to see him try, and said "I won't just try. I'll succeed, and your ass will burn like you've been sitting on Hell's spitfire when I'm done with you. Hopefully that will never need to happen, as you said you don't want me taken up." Honestly, if Uriel wanted to do something to Aren, be it hurting him or "touching" him, or whatever someone could think of, the younger male would be helpless. Uriel just wasn't so stupid as to harm or cause discomfort to his ward when it wasn't even needed. When Aren talked again, Uriel passed his front paws over his furry face a few times, saying "I know that. If you have the power, you humans like to cage things up if you don't immediately know what it is."
The Archangel watched as Aren rolled his eyes, the hamster saying "Me biting your finger is child's play on both of our parts. I can take a form that could bite off your whole arm quicker than your brain can register. And maybe even take your shoulder along with your arm." Yet, that little speech was almost cute, coming from a tiny blue rodent. Yawning a bit, he listened as Aren explained his social "relationships", speaking after he finished "Unfortunately? That means you want a human pet? Unless you were joking, then whatever. Anyway, looks like this will be an easy task for me so far. You seem like a pile of peaches and giggles, no one having regular dislike toward you."
"Thanks for reiterating my words," Uriel said, blinking once, when Aren said possession wouldn't be too trustful.
The blue hamster seemed to smirk at Aren the entire time he used his paper towel "potty", saying after he was finished "Hey, at least I didn't go on the counter." When he was picked up, he proceeded to circle around a bit in Aren's hands, until he was set in the pocket of Aren's bag. Uriel listened to him again, nose twitching as he responded "I'm not the reason you'd be late. It's your job to get to school. Not mine. And, the current size of my ass doesn't exactly leave behind poop the size of a boulder. Relax though. I'm not going to poop in your bag. You better give me opportunities for potty breaks though! I don't know where the restrooms at your school are. You can just get another napkin or something for me though, because I don't fancy public restrooms, which fester with smells of leftover crap and pee, and sometimes orgastic fluids."
And so, the two left Aren's apartment, to go school. Uriel got comfortable in his little travel pocket, peeping out every few minutes to see if they were at the building yet. He sure hoped school wasn't as boring as he made it seem to himself. Still, he didn't have the choice of leaving his ward alone anymore, within reason. So, it looked like Uriel was going to school for the first time in a long set of years. Yeah, he was given a certain set of knowledge when he was made, but that didn't mean he would magically know everything as soon as he looked at it. Uriel did converse with humans at some points to know some things, such as their different languages (Uriel being able to speak every one), their writing, and common rituals.
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"Angels are attracted to humans, or other angels," Uriel explained "I'm just not attracted to females. I'm what you humans call homosexual." A little blue hind-paw reached to scratch his side, and he said "My people don't understand that there's nothing wrong with it, but there's not much they can do about it." Even now, Uriel was immortal being who could kill you as soon as look at you. Anything he did wasn't questioned by any. There was never a need to call him out on things usually, because Uriel had sense to get his jobs done, so whatever he did or wanted wasn't forbidden to him or taken away from him.
Uriel blinked, questioning "Against the rules? Well, I guess I can't say much. It's like that back home too."
His beady eyes focused on Aren as he explained school, and blinked a few times when he finished. Nose twitching, he decided "That's boring, but hey. Some people come out pretty smart, I suppose." Uriel remembered him mentioning something about being at the top of his class or something, plus Aren just gave off that sort of vibe that he wasn't exactly "caveman" level of intelligence.
He blinked once when Aren said he'd like to see him try, and said "I won't just try. I'll succeed, and your ass will burn like you've been sitting on Hell's spitfire when I'm done with you. Hopefully that will never need to happen, as you said you don't want me taken up." Honestly, if Uriel wanted to do something to Aren, be it hurting him or "touching" him, or whatever someone could think of, the younger male would be helpless. Uriel just wasn't so stupid as to harm or cause discomfort to his ward when it wasn't even needed. When Aren talked again, Uriel passed his front paws over his furry face a few times, saying "I know that. If you have the power, you humans like to cage things up if you don't immediately know what it is."
The Archangel watched as Aren rolled his eyes, the hamster saying "Me biting your finger is child's play on both of our parts. I can take a form that could bite off your whole arm quicker than your brain can register. And maybe even take your shoulder along with your arm." Yet, that little speech was almost cute, coming from a tiny blue rodent. Yawning a bit, he listened as Aren explained his social "relationships", speaking after he finished "Unfortunately? That means you want a human pet? Unless you were joking, then whatever. Anyway, looks like this will be an easy task for me so far. You seem like a pile of peaches and giggles, no one having regular dislike toward you."
"Thanks for reiterating my words," Uriel said, blinking once, when Aren said possession wouldn't be too trustful.
The blue hamster seemed to smirk at Aren the entire time he used his paper towel "potty", saying after he was finished "Hey, at least I didn't go on the counter." When he was picked up, he proceeded to circle around a bit in Aren's hands, until he was set in the pocket of Aren's bag. Uriel listened to him again, nose twitching as he responded "I'm not the reason you'd be late. It's your job to get to school. Not mine. And, the current size of my ass doesn't exactly leave behind poop the size of a boulder. Relax though. I'm not going to poop in your bag. You better give me opportunities for potty breaks though! I don't know where the restrooms at your school are. You can just get another napkin or something for me though, because I don't fancy public restrooms, which fester with smells of leftover crap and pee, and sometimes orgastic fluids."
And so, the two left Aren's apartment, to go school. Uriel got comfortable in his little travel pocket, peeping out every few minutes to see if they were at the building yet. He sure hoped school wasn't as boring as he made it seem to himself. Still, he didn't have the choice of leaving his ward alone anymore, within reason. So, it looked like Uriel was going to school for the first time in a long set of years. Yeah, he was given a certain set of knowledge when he was made, but that didn't mean he would magically know everything as soon as he looked at it. Uriel did converse with humans at some points to know some things, such as their different languages (Uriel being able to speak every one), their writing, and common rituals.
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Aren crossed the school parking lot, raising a hand to shield the sunlight from his eyes. He hated sun. (That much was apparent from his pale skin and the fact that he was seemingly made of twigs.) The sunlight cast across his hair, making it seem more of a pale blonde than an ash color. The boy looked down at his across-slung bag, at the pocket that held his blue hamster-slash-new-guardian-angel. “Great day, huh?” He murmured sarcastically, quietly in case someone was around to hear him talking to his bag. “You probably had the time of your life in that small compartment doing absolutely nothing all day.” He chortled, making it near the end of the lot where it reached a brick wall that followed the sidewalk.
Aren didn’t have many enemies. He didn’t have all that many close friends either, but enemies he normally didn’t care much to make. The two shadows following him, though, were definitely on the list. No, they weren’t demons. He might’ve preferred it if they were though.
The first one began gaining on him fast, so Aren picked up the pace. Maybe he’d leave him alone if he was fast enough. No such luck.
A hand collided with the wall in front of him, making a barrier with said arm. Aren had to resist the urge to bite it and duck under… which actually might’ve worked out.
“Where you going, slut?” The voice that belonged to the arm hissed. Aren was stopped, but he glared daggers at him immediately. “Piss off, It’s none of your damn business.”
The other boy, the one behind him, laughed. The one that belonged to the arm was named Sean, an ex-boyfriend of his. Said dunce behind him was Roland, an idiot that hung around Sean.
Sean leaned in closer to Aren, craning his neck down to get better vantage to his ear. Aren didn’t really want to hear whatever he had to say, so he flicked his windpipe and stepped away from the wall. “And I didn’t even sleep with you. Do you call me that because you wish I had?” His gray eyes sharpened.
Sean glared at him spitefully. “I think we all know what I was talking about.” He was taller than Aren and more muscled in frame, with pretty green eyes and lightly shagged brown hair.
Aren huffed and rolled his eyes. “Whatever, I don’t have time for this.” He started pushing past them, but Roland had moved to the front and shoved his shoulder back.
Aren remembered the fact that he had a small blue magic rodent in his bag and patted it in reassurance. As much as he hated these guys, he didn’t really want them to get sucked into a book or have their skulls cracked open. It would just end up being a mess for everyone.
Sean took a step closer to him. “I think you’ll be able to find some.” He hissed. Aren balled his fists. “No thanks, I don’t talk to dipshits. Out of my way.”
Apparently I only make conversation with clueless angels.
The older boy shook his head and crossed his arms, still standing in Aren’s way. Obviously things weren’t looking very good, which meant he might actually have to let Uriel do his job. It was surprising to him that he was homosexual, but it made things like this easier. A small part of him wondered if Uriel went into this knowing that about Aren, and lied in order to… maybe prove it? Punish him or something? Who knows, but he still wasn’t completely sure that he trusted the angel.
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Aren didn’t have many enemies. He didn’t have all that many close friends either, but enemies he normally didn’t care much to make. The two shadows following him, though, were definitely on the list. No, they weren’t demons. He might’ve preferred it if they were though.
The first one began gaining on him fast, so Aren picked up the pace. Maybe he’d leave him alone if he was fast enough. No such luck.
A hand collided with the wall in front of him, making a barrier with said arm. Aren had to resist the urge to bite it and duck under… which actually might’ve worked out.
“Where you going, slut?” The voice that belonged to the arm hissed. Aren was stopped, but he glared daggers at him immediately. “Piss off, It’s none of your damn business.”
The other boy, the one behind him, laughed. The one that belonged to the arm was named Sean, an ex-boyfriend of his. Said dunce behind him was Roland, an idiot that hung around Sean.
Sean leaned in closer to Aren, craning his neck down to get better vantage to his ear. Aren didn’t really want to hear whatever he had to say, so he flicked his windpipe and stepped away from the wall. “And I didn’t even sleep with you. Do you call me that because you wish I had?” His gray eyes sharpened.
Sean glared at him spitefully. “I think we all know what I was talking about.” He was taller than Aren and more muscled in frame, with pretty green eyes and lightly shagged brown hair.
Aren huffed and rolled his eyes. “Whatever, I don’t have time for this.” He started pushing past them, but Roland had moved to the front and shoved his shoulder back.
Aren remembered the fact that he had a small blue magic rodent in his bag and patted it in reassurance. As much as he hated these guys, he didn’t really want them to get sucked into a book or have their skulls cracked open. It would just end up being a mess for everyone.
Sean took a step closer to him. “I think you’ll be able to find some.” He hissed. Aren balled his fists. “No thanks, I don’t talk to dipshits. Out of my way.”
Apparently I only make conversation with clueless angels.
The older boy shook his head and crossed his arms, still standing in Aren’s way. Obviously things weren’t looking very good, which meant he might actually have to let Uriel do his job. It was surprising to him that he was homosexual, but it made things like this easier. A small part of him wondered if Uriel went into this knowing that about Aren, and lied in order to… maybe prove it? Punish him or something? Who knows, but he still wasn’t completely sure that he trusted the angel.
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Santa's Shadow
"At least I didn't have to do any schoolwork," Uriel decided in response, finally peeking at Aren from his bag, nose twitching "If I had, I would've found a way to kill myself. Only interesting thing was the fact that your entire school smelled like hormones. Like putting a bunch of rabbits that are ready to mate in the same box."
Uriel blinked once, sinking back into Aren's bag when he felt his ward's aura vibrate, in unease. The angel almost spoke up, but didn't when Aren sped up. So, something was spooking him. Aren's little hamster peeped from the bag again, trying to get a better look at what was following them. It was hard to tell, so he just disappeared into the bag again. And then, they were stopped, and a meaner voice spoke. Uriel wasn't familiar with the last word used, but humans made anything sound dirty, having managed to make the term "kitten" dirty before, so he assumed this word wasn't good. Especially with how it was used. He of course was never always sure with humans though. What he was sure of, was that these newcomers were bad news.
Uriel narrowed his beady eyes, immediately dubbing "Sean" and "Roland" as threats to his ward, sensing the way Aren responded negatively to them. Still, he waited. Just in case Aren could handle these two on his own. Then again, Uriel had yet to see that Sean and Roland were melons, and Aren was a premature grape.
For about another second or two, Uriel stayed where he was. Honestly, it was freakishly surprising how the hamster made it out of the bag without being spotted, and dug his little nails into Aren's pants to climb down to the ground. He fell the last few inches when Aren tried to push past the other two, splayed out. Like most hamsters he'd seen fall, he stayed how he was for a moment, as if too lazy to even move. When Aren was pushed back, his foot decided to place itself over a tiny blue hindleg. Uriel felt like screaming, but held his tongue. Even though his hamster scream would just be a squeak. Still, it would attract attention.The three towering over him didn't even hear his leg break.
Of course Uriel could heal himself, but only if he switched forms. And no, he didn't feel like exposing himself in front of the two newcomers.
Thankfully, Aren's foot moved again, and his little legs dragged himself away a bit, his damaged leg stretched out and oddly crushed. Red in some spots. Unable to do much else yet, he just laid where he was. Well, Uriel had a backup, but didn't feel like resorting to it. Ever. Looking around, he dragged himself to the side, the little blue hamster going unnoticed. As the three humans did whatever, he slowly crawled out of view of anyone.
'You stepped... on my fucking leg,' his voice spoke to Aren in his mind 'And it hurts... a lot.You didn't mean to though, so there's not much I can do... for now.'
It took another few minutes, that seemed to drag by, but eventually Uriel came into view, behind Roland and Sean. Uriel had a slight limp, which meant he made a speedy healing that needed finishing. Briefly running a hand through his coal-colored curls, he opened up his arms and spoke.
"Aren!" He said happily "There you are!"
Pretty much shoving Sean out of the way, he put an arm around Aren and held him to his side, saying "Thank you two for finding him for me! Little peach always seems to wonder off!" He smiled at Roland and Sean, but the somewhat hidden look in his eyes said 'back the fuck up.'
Uriel didn't look over at Aren, focusing on the two others in the area, continuing "But... I couldn't help but notice, that Aren seems a bit... agitated. That isn't because of you... okay gentlemen, is it?" Yeah, Uriel was the shortest in the current foursome, and wasn't exactly a body builder, but he placed himself in the situation like neither of that mattered. Yet. He just kept his cheesy smile and friendly voice.
"Not that either of you have a say now, but I think the two of us are going to make tracks. Get outta here, you know?"
He acted rather friendly, more or less, but his aura was vibrating and growling violently, too much unlike an angel's. Only Aren, who was his ward, and making physical contact with Uriel, could feel it. Uriel merely wanted him to know how... annoyed he was. Honestly, Uriel felt like shoving his foot up the asses of Sean and Roland. It wasn't a possessive feeling. A protective feeling, more like. Even though the other two boys hadn't actually harmed Aren yet, just the fact that they caused him tension.
"Unless you're so dim to try and keep us both here now?" He finished, blue eyes narrowing.
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Uriel blinked once, sinking back into Aren's bag when he felt his ward's aura vibrate, in unease. The angel almost spoke up, but didn't when Aren sped up. So, something was spooking him. Aren's little hamster peeped from the bag again, trying to get a better look at what was following them. It was hard to tell, so he just disappeared into the bag again. And then, they were stopped, and a meaner voice spoke. Uriel wasn't familiar with the last word used, but humans made anything sound dirty, having managed to make the term "kitten" dirty before, so he assumed this word wasn't good. Especially with how it was used. He of course was never always sure with humans though. What he was sure of, was that these newcomers were bad news.
Uriel narrowed his beady eyes, immediately dubbing "Sean" and "Roland" as threats to his ward, sensing the way Aren responded negatively to them. Still, he waited. Just in case Aren could handle these two on his own. Then again, Uriel had yet to see that Sean and Roland were melons, and Aren was a premature grape.
For about another second or two, Uriel stayed where he was. Honestly, it was freakishly surprising how the hamster made it out of the bag without being spotted, and dug his little nails into Aren's pants to climb down to the ground. He fell the last few inches when Aren tried to push past the other two, splayed out. Like most hamsters he'd seen fall, he stayed how he was for a moment, as if too lazy to even move. When Aren was pushed back, his foot decided to place itself over a tiny blue hindleg. Uriel felt like screaming, but held his tongue. Even though his hamster scream would just be a squeak. Still, it would attract attention.The three towering over him didn't even hear his leg break.
Of course Uriel could heal himself, but only if he switched forms. And no, he didn't feel like exposing himself in front of the two newcomers.
Thankfully, Aren's foot moved again, and his little legs dragged himself away a bit, his damaged leg stretched out and oddly crushed. Red in some spots. Unable to do much else yet, he just laid where he was. Well, Uriel had a backup, but didn't feel like resorting to it. Ever. Looking around, he dragged himself to the side, the little blue hamster going unnoticed. As the three humans did whatever, he slowly crawled out of view of anyone.
'You stepped... on my fucking leg,' his voice spoke to Aren in his mind 'And it hurts... a lot.You didn't mean to though, so there's not much I can do... for now.'
It took another few minutes, that seemed to drag by, but eventually Uriel came into view, behind Roland and Sean. Uriel had a slight limp, which meant he made a speedy healing that needed finishing. Briefly running a hand through his coal-colored curls, he opened up his arms and spoke.
"Aren!" He said happily "There you are!"
Pretty much shoving Sean out of the way, he put an arm around Aren and held him to his side, saying "Thank you two for finding him for me! Little peach always seems to wonder off!" He smiled at Roland and Sean, but the somewhat hidden look in his eyes said 'back the fuck up.'
Uriel didn't look over at Aren, focusing on the two others in the area, continuing "But... I couldn't help but notice, that Aren seems a bit... agitated. That isn't because of you... okay gentlemen, is it?" Yeah, Uriel was the shortest in the current foursome, and wasn't exactly a body builder, but he placed himself in the situation like neither of that mattered. Yet. He just kept his cheesy smile and friendly voice.
"Not that either of you have a say now, but I think the two of us are going to make tracks. Get outta here, you know?"
He acted rather friendly, more or less, but his aura was vibrating and growling violently, too much unlike an angel's. Only Aren, who was his ward, and making physical contact with Uriel, could feel it. Uriel merely wanted him to know how... annoyed he was. Honestly, Uriel felt like shoving his foot up the asses of Sean and Roland. It wasn't a possessive feeling. A protective feeling, more like. Even though the other two boys hadn't actually harmed Aren yet, just the fact that they caused him tension.
"Unless you're so dim to try and keep us both here now?" He finished, blue eyes narrowing.
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I love how it's always this metaphor x3
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(Ha. Ha. Ha. I love. College. Somuch. Ha.)
Aren didn’t really pay attention to the fact that he’d snapped a hamster’s leg while being pushed around. He was too busy dealing with the dumbass kids in front of him doing the said pushing. He gritted his teeth. People like this bothered him quite a bit… people who didn’t know when to stop or leave someone the fuck alone. Aren didn’t want to be bothered with someone so petty, and he was perfectly okay with cutting people out of his life. No matter who they were.
Suddenly a voice rang out. At first he thought it was being yelled or something, so his head turned abruptly in either direction. Then he realized that he was being spoken to… telepathically. Nothing weird about that, nope. Nothing at all. He didn’t really think he could talk back, so he didn’t try. He just felt bad and hoped Uriel would take an apology later.
Please God, He prayed. Don’t let him spank me.
“What? Sudden confusion, retard?” Roland shoved a hand against his chest. Aren rolled his eyes. “Of all the people to give me that insult. Maybe I was just looking for both of your dignities.”
Aren blinked in surprise as his guardian angel appreared behind the two of them. As was said, he had a bit of a limp.. But it could be worse considering having a tiny hamster leg stepped on would surely snap it like a twig. Despite this, he sure put on a happy face.
Aren caught on quickly and smiled sheepishly at his outstretched arms as he called out to him. Before he knew it, he was tucked into the arm of the man. Sean blinked in surprise as he was pushed out of the way.
Aren’s face heated. Especially as the angel kept talking. He wasn’t particularly fond of being called a ‘little peach’, but he wasn’t about to tell him off right then. “Hah yeah.. You know me.”
He couldn’t help but notice Uriel’s obvious hostility hidden behind the chillingly polite guise.
Roland and Sean exchanged confused looks before the angel continued. “Who the fuck are you?” Sean demanded, his confusion turning to anger as his eyes flicked between them. He didn’t intone on anything else that he’d said.
Aren crossed his arms and leaned in closer to Uriel. “Is it not obvious?”
Sean clenched his fists and stepped forward when the archangel made note of their leave. It was clear without words that he was going to be even more of an idiot than he’d previously thought.
There was a strange feeling coming from Uriel, an intense one that affected Aren as well. It washed over him. His protector was very upset. Annoyed. It was so much that it shocked Aren. He cared this much, only about some annoying jerks messing with him? It was surprising, but it also filled him with a great sense of gratitude and feeling nearly loved. Of course, that obviously wasn’t the case, but it was nice to know Uriel wasn’t doing this with no emotion and only because he had to. Funny, when Aren thought about if he’d be in danger again and have Uriel save him, he imagined an annoyed and carefree expression on his face as the archangel spilled blood, bordering boredness. If Aren was killed, oh well. This was a lot different than that.
“Bitch.” Sean hissed at Aren, then looked to Uriel. “He isn’t going anywhere.” His voice was angry and determined, but Aren was sure that Uriel was more angry and determined than him.
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Aren didn’t really pay attention to the fact that he’d snapped a hamster’s leg while being pushed around. He was too busy dealing with the dumbass kids in front of him doing the said pushing. He gritted his teeth. People like this bothered him quite a bit… people who didn’t know when to stop or leave someone the fuck alone. Aren didn’t want to be bothered with someone so petty, and he was perfectly okay with cutting people out of his life. No matter who they were.
Suddenly a voice rang out. At first he thought it was being yelled or something, so his head turned abruptly in either direction. Then he realized that he was being spoken to… telepathically. Nothing weird about that, nope. Nothing at all. He didn’t really think he could talk back, so he didn’t try. He just felt bad and hoped Uriel would take an apology later.
Please God, He prayed. Don’t let him spank me.
“What? Sudden confusion, retard?” Roland shoved a hand against his chest. Aren rolled his eyes. “Of all the people to give me that insult. Maybe I was just looking for both of your dignities.”
Aren blinked in surprise as his guardian angel appreared behind the two of them. As was said, he had a bit of a limp.. But it could be worse considering having a tiny hamster leg stepped on would surely snap it like a twig. Despite this, he sure put on a happy face.
Aren caught on quickly and smiled sheepishly at his outstretched arms as he called out to him. Before he knew it, he was tucked into the arm of the man. Sean blinked in surprise as he was pushed out of the way.
Aren’s face heated. Especially as the angel kept talking. He wasn’t particularly fond of being called a ‘little peach’, but he wasn’t about to tell him off right then. “Hah yeah.. You know me.”
He couldn’t help but notice Uriel’s obvious hostility hidden behind the chillingly polite guise.
Roland and Sean exchanged confused looks before the angel continued. “Who the fuck are you?” Sean demanded, his confusion turning to anger as his eyes flicked between them. He didn’t intone on anything else that he’d said.
Aren crossed his arms and leaned in closer to Uriel. “Is it not obvious?”
Sean clenched his fists and stepped forward when the archangel made note of their leave. It was clear without words that he was going to be even more of an idiot than he’d previously thought.
There was a strange feeling coming from Uriel, an intense one that affected Aren as well. It washed over him. His protector was very upset. Annoyed. It was so much that it shocked Aren. He cared this much, only about some annoying jerks messing with him? It was surprising, but it also filled him with a great sense of gratitude and feeling nearly loved. Of course, that obviously wasn’t the case, but it was nice to know Uriel wasn’t doing this with no emotion and only because he had to. Funny, when Aren thought about if he’d be in danger again and have Uriel save him, he imagined an annoyed and carefree expression on his face as the archangel spilled blood, bordering boredness. If Aren was killed, oh well. This was a lot different than that.
“Bitch.” Sean hissed at Aren, then looked to Uriel. “He isn’t going anywhere.” His voice was angry and determined, but Aren was sure that Uriel was more angry and determined than him.
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(First thing that comes to mind x3)
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(Short post ;_; At least it isn't one liner though x3)
Smart guy, to quickly play along. The angel kept an arm around Aren as he spoke. And, Uriel didn't notice that he was glaring daggers at Sean and Roland. Blue eyes narrowed and his figure having no relaxed look whatsoever. It was already obvious though, that he wasn't exactly in his best mood.
Uriel raised a brow when Sean asked who he was, saying to both of them "It's really none of your business. All you need to know though, is that Aren is mine, and mine to deal with. What you should be asking, really, is how many times I should kick you both in the balls for throwing around your insults to him and even laying more than a dirty fingertip on him." He tapped Aren's shoulder with his other hand upon speaking that last sentence.
As he looked at Sean with his gaze of increasing anger, he was about to say something else when the idiot decided to speak some more. Uriel developed that "seriously?" look.
"What did you ever find attractive in this guy?" Uriel questioned Aren looking over at him "Wolves choose their mates better than this." Uriel could tell Aren and Sean had "been a thing" before just by listening to their dialogue, and the exchange of actions. The angel then went on "Later, you're going to grace me with the story of how the Heavens managed to pair you two together." He poked Aren's side at that last sentence. Humans had the oddest way of picking romantic relationships. It was after that that Uriel finally addressed Sean, almost snorting in annoyance.
"Isn't going anywhere?" He echoed, blinking once "I said he is, so he is. Let me make myself clear, boys. I'm a jealous man, and don't like that Aren seems to attract so much attention, including attention from weirdos like you. I'm not in a good mood, with any of you here right now. I'll say this as a last warning. Get the hell out of our way." Uriel stayed how he was though, an arm perched around Aren, figure standing casually.
Honestly, Uriel had the sudden urge to go father than beat on the two jerks. Wasn't allowed though, so he kept his cool, for now. He did remove his arm from Aren though, and stepped toward Sean and Roland, taking Aren with him. Uriel then said to Aren "You head on home. I'll stick around here for a bit to talk with these jugheads some more, keep them company instead of you having to. They should enjoy it anyway. I'm quite an angel to be around sometimes." A seriously dangerous angel who was as pure as the back of a dumpster.
Now, he stood between them and Aren, looking up at them. If Sean and Roland still wanted to keep Aren there, they'd have to deal with Uriel, who had a contemplative look. Silently waiting for their next responses, waiting to see if he needed to actually do anything. And that would be unfortunate. Uriel was tired and still in pain. He didn't feel like doing crap at that moment.
"Still feel like you need to talk to Aren?" He asked them "I can deliver a message, because I'm separating him from you two for the day."
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Smart guy, to quickly play along. The angel kept an arm around Aren as he spoke. And, Uriel didn't notice that he was glaring daggers at Sean and Roland. Blue eyes narrowed and his figure having no relaxed look whatsoever. It was already obvious though, that he wasn't exactly in his best mood.
Uriel raised a brow when Sean asked who he was, saying to both of them "It's really none of your business. All you need to know though, is that Aren is mine, and mine to deal with. What you should be asking, really, is how many times I should kick you both in the balls for throwing around your insults to him and even laying more than a dirty fingertip on him." He tapped Aren's shoulder with his other hand upon speaking that last sentence.
As he looked at Sean with his gaze of increasing anger, he was about to say something else when the idiot decided to speak some more. Uriel developed that "seriously?" look.
"What did you ever find attractive in this guy?" Uriel questioned Aren looking over at him "Wolves choose their mates better than this." Uriel could tell Aren and Sean had "been a thing" before just by listening to their dialogue, and the exchange of actions. The angel then went on "Later, you're going to grace me with the story of how the Heavens managed to pair you two together." He poked Aren's side at that last sentence. Humans had the oddest way of picking romantic relationships. It was after that that Uriel finally addressed Sean, almost snorting in annoyance.
"Isn't going anywhere?" He echoed, blinking once "I said he is, so he is. Let me make myself clear, boys. I'm a jealous man, and don't like that Aren seems to attract so much attention, including attention from weirdos like you. I'm not in a good mood, with any of you here right now. I'll say this as a last warning. Get the hell out of our way." Uriel stayed how he was though, an arm perched around Aren, figure standing casually.
Honestly, Uriel had the sudden urge to go father than beat on the two jerks. Wasn't allowed though, so he kept his cool, for now. He did remove his arm from Aren though, and stepped toward Sean and Roland, taking Aren with him. Uriel then said to Aren "You head on home. I'll stick around here for a bit to talk with these jugheads some more, keep them company instead of you having to. They should enjoy it anyway. I'm quite an angel to be around sometimes." A seriously dangerous angel who was as pure as the back of a dumpster.
Now, he stood between them and Aren, looking up at them. If Sean and Roland still wanted to keep Aren there, they'd have to deal with Uriel, who had a contemplative look. Silently waiting for their next responses, waiting to see if he needed to actually do anything. And that would be unfortunate. Uriel was tired and still in pain. He didn't feel like doing crap at that moment.
"Still feel like you need to talk to Aren?" He asked them "I can deliver a message, because I'm separating him from you two for the day."
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[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]Aren could feel his face heat at the claim that he was ‘his’, but he wasn’t necessarily wrong. I mean… he was his ward. That didn’t mean he enjoyed being called ‘mine’. [/SIZE][SIZE=17.333333333333332px]People seemed to like it sometimes, but Aren was more of a fan of independence. How ironic that was, considering his situation. It still sometimes felt as though he would wake up and find that Uriel had never existed and it had all been a really messed up dream. That possibility grew more unlikely by the hours spent in this odd reality. He couldn’t really figure out if he’d be sad or happy if it did all turn out to be false. His world had shifted, yes, but maybe it would end up being for the better.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]Aren had been lonely… almost painfully so. He pushed people away and mostly only wanted to socialize when drunk. He lost his friends to age, and had lost the energy and happiness to find new ones. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]Quite honestly he’d lost a lot of willpower to do anything lately. That brought on depression. He didn’t want to tell his roommate not to leave; she’d been given a great opportunity that she’d been wanting for a long time. He didn’t want to tell her over the phone that he felt like the silence was going to devour him at all times. He didn’t want to tell her that he was depressed. He didn’t want to tell her that sometimes his thoughts were so dark...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]No. He shoved it away and focused his attention onto the problem at hand. Aren shrugged sheepishly. “I was a freshman.” Was all he could make his words say, as if that were going to sum up his reasons for dating him. “Can do.” He muttered in response to telling him later.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]In all honesty, people were always two-faced. It annoyed the shit out of him. How someone could be so charming and seemingly sincere just to turn around and be a completely different person was unknown to him. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]Sean and Roland exchanged glances when Uriel basically threatened them. It seemed like they weren’t sure whether to obey because of the amount of anger and dangerous aura coming from him, or punch him in the face. Roland looked to be more inclined toward the first option. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]Sean clenched his jaw, but didn’t make any advances. Roland took a step back. After all, it wasn’t really his problem. No use getting beat up or something over nothing that concerned him. Aren never liked him though.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]After Uriel released him and stepped forward, things took a turn that he hadn’t really thought about. He blinked at the angel and opened his mouth to respond when Sean took a step closer, eyes darting between them. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=17.333333333333332px]Home? [/SIZE][SIZE=17.333333333333332px]You [/SIZE][SIZE=17.333333333333332px]live [/SIZE][SIZE=17.333333333333332px]with him?” He snarled. Aren crossed his arms and looked away. Roland grabbed the back of Sean’s forearm as he lunged forward, pulling him back as he yelled “What the fuck?!”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]There was a long silence for a moment after Uriel spoke. Sean turned his head to Aren, suddenly calm. “Yeah, okay.” His eyes slid back over to the angel, then back to Aren. “I’ll have my way eventually, and you won’t be around to stop it.” He laughed at Uriel. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]Aren’s throat dried. The way he was talking was really bothering him. Getting beaten up was fine, but he had the feeling that something else was being implied. Aren frowned. He did want to leave, but he didn’t want Uriel doing something huge. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]He took a step back, but placed a hand on his shoulder. It was pretty obvious that Aren couldn’t stay if he wanted to. “Hey.” He said quietly. “Don’t do anything… stupid.” Aren wasn’t sure why, but he found himself pressing a kiss to Uriel’s cheek briefly. He somewhat regretted it, but not really. It wasn’t like he gave a shit about what Sean thought. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]Maybe it was because he wanted to get Uriel’s attention. He wanted to make sure that he didn’t make the two guys grease stains against the pavement. Also to thank him for caring so much.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]Aren turned around and started walking, though his intent on going home was lost with the steps. He couldn’t just leave.. At least, he couldn’t really leave.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]@Krampus[/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]Aren could feel his face heat at the claim that he was ‘his’, but he wasn’t necessarily wrong. I mean… he was his ward. That didn’t mean he enjoyed being called ‘mine’. [/SIZE][SIZE=17.333333333333332px]People seemed to like it sometimes, but Aren was more of a fan of independence. How ironic that was, considering his situation. It still sometimes felt as though he would wake up and find that Uriel had never existed and it had all been a really messed up dream. That possibility grew more unlikely by the hours spent in this odd reality. He couldn’t really figure out if he’d be sad or happy if it did all turn out to be false. His world had shifted, yes, but maybe it would end up being for the better.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]Aren had been lonely… almost painfully so. He pushed people away and mostly only wanted to socialize when drunk. He lost his friends to age, and had lost the energy and happiness to find new ones. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]Quite honestly he’d lost a lot of willpower to do anything lately. That brought on depression. He didn’t want to tell his roommate not to leave; she’d been given a great opportunity that she’d been wanting for a long time. He didn’t want to tell her over the phone that he felt like the silence was going to devour him at all times. He didn’t want to tell her that he was depressed. He didn’t want to tell her that sometimes his thoughts were so dark...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]No. He shoved it away and focused his attention onto the problem at hand. Aren shrugged sheepishly. “I was a freshman.” Was all he could make his words say, as if that were going to sum up his reasons for dating him. “Can do.” He muttered in response to telling him later.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]In all honesty, people were always two-faced. It annoyed the shit out of him. How someone could be so charming and seemingly sincere just to turn around and be a completely different person was unknown to him. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]Sean and Roland exchanged glances when Uriel basically threatened them. It seemed like they weren’t sure whether to obey because of the amount of anger and dangerous aura coming from him, or punch him in the face. Roland looked to be more inclined toward the first option. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]Sean clenched his jaw, but didn’t make any advances. Roland took a step back. After all, it wasn’t really his problem. No use getting beat up or something over nothing that concerned him. Aren never liked him though.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]After Uriel released him and stepped forward, things took a turn that he hadn’t really thought about. He blinked at the angel and opened his mouth to respond when Sean took a step closer, eyes darting between them. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=17.333333333333332px]Home? [/SIZE][SIZE=17.333333333333332px]You [/SIZE][SIZE=17.333333333333332px]live [/SIZE][SIZE=17.333333333333332px]with him?” He snarled. Aren crossed his arms and looked away. Roland grabbed the back of Sean’s forearm as he lunged forward, pulling him back as he yelled “What the fuck?!”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]There was a long silence for a moment after Uriel spoke. Sean turned his head to Aren, suddenly calm. “Yeah, okay.” His eyes slid back over to the angel, then back to Aren. “I’ll have my way eventually, and you won’t be around to stop it.” He laughed at Uriel. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]Aren’s throat dried. The way he was talking was really bothering him. Getting beaten up was fine, but he had the feeling that something else was being implied. Aren frowned. He did want to leave, but he didn’t want Uriel doing something huge. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]He took a step back, but placed a hand on his shoulder. It was pretty obvious that Aren couldn’t stay if he wanted to. “Hey.” He said quietly. “Don’t do anything… stupid.” Aren wasn’t sure why, but he found himself pressing a kiss to Uriel’s cheek briefly. He somewhat regretted it, but not really. It wasn’t like he gave a shit about what Sean thought. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]Maybe it was because he wanted to get Uriel’s attention. He wanted to make sure that he didn’t make the two guys grease stains against the pavement. Also to thank him for caring so much.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=17.333333333333332px]Aren turned around and started walking, though his intent on going home was lost with the steps. He couldn’t just leave.. At least, he couldn’t really leave.[/SIZE]
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