Krampus
Santa's Shadow
(Krampus won't give up on le Kai :3)
(I'll have a reply by tomorrow x3 It's nighttime where I am, and in tired ;_
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Krampus
Santa's Shadow
Uriel watched as Sean just about exploded when he heard the part about them living together. He must really be hung up on Aren to be so angry about a small comment. The angel rolled his eyes at Sean, saying "Yeah, we live together. Get over it." This whole situation was just getting more and more ridiculous.
"It doesn't help you to sound like a rapist," Uriel told Sean, scratching his side as the younger male went on about having his way "At least your minion here knows that you two should've scrammed already. It would be best for you to take up my warning to get lost."
His eyes glanced back when he felt Aren's hand on his shoulder, blinking once when the brief kiss was pressed to his cheek. The angel's aura proceeded, for a second or two, to vibrate with a warmer aura. Uriel was probably the stupidest thing alive, for getting the sudden urge to run around like Rupolph when Clarice called him cute. It was just a small touch, but Uriel took physical contact very seriously, mainly because he wasn't touched by many. Managing to contain his stupid urge, he murmured in reply "I'll try not to. Now, get going. I need to focus." He turned his head a little and offered a small smile.
Once Aren was gone, he turned back to Sean and Roland. Uriel sighed, saying with a less friendly smile toward them "He's cuter than a puppy, wouldn't you agree? Too bad he thinks you're an ass, or you two would still be enjoying each other."
Walking until was about a foot from the two, he continued in a different subject "Even though I told you already to leave Aren alone, you keep being a moron, agitating him more. I'm serious when I say I'll break you if I find out you hurt him. Even if he leaves me for you, for whatever freak accident of a reason, I will break you. Why? Because I don't like you now, even though that has nothing do with this, more or less. Maybe I should just break you now so I won't have the chance of seeing you again." That last sentence was for Sean specifically. The two idiots, or at least Sean, were obviously bad news. Sean also made a threat, which really made Uriel want to stick his thumbs into Sean's eyes and gouge them out. Yeah, Uriel sounded psycho, but he didn't understand entirely how to act with humans. He looked Sean over, a rather unimpressed look on his face, as he said "Unless you'd like to deal with me now?"
Even though he could literally destroy them, or possess them until their brains fries. Uriel seriously didn't want to deal with idiots right now. He had other, better places to be. Sort of. For all he knew, some weirdo or other could've gone and plucked Aren up when he left. Uriel internally groaned. He'd declared he wouldn't leave Aren alone, and he just told him to leave. The angel couldn't exactly walk away that second though.
"Whatever happens," Uriel told them "I at least don't want to see you again after this." He jabbed Sean in the chest with a finger. Sean, in Uriel's opinion, seemed like he would become a stalker or something. Only glaring at Roland, he stepped back, saying in attempt to make his own leave"So much for a long talk, but I have a boy to watch. Follow us home, try to cause more trouble, go ahead. Just know that next time, I'll actually proceed to hurt you right back." And with that, he smiled at them before turning to leave, not even looking back as he walked off.
He sure hoped Aren got to head home without any other problems. Uriel shouldn't have let him walk off. And so he set off to go catch up with Aren, wherever he currently was.
'God, it was so hard not to beat that one guy into a mess,' Uriel thought to himself. Aren requested that Uriel not harm them though, so he couldn't because it was technically an order. Uriel went on about how Aren was his, but it was honestly the other way around. He was to obey his ward, so Aren could be as comfortable as he could with having a guardian angel. Uriel didn't feel like telling him that though. Aren could get to figure it out himself.
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"It doesn't help you to sound like a rapist," Uriel told Sean, scratching his side as the younger male went on about having his way "At least your minion here knows that you two should've scrammed already. It would be best for you to take up my warning to get lost."
His eyes glanced back when he felt Aren's hand on his shoulder, blinking once when the brief kiss was pressed to his cheek. The angel's aura proceeded, for a second or two, to vibrate with a warmer aura. Uriel was probably the stupidest thing alive, for getting the sudden urge to run around like Rupolph when Clarice called him cute. It was just a small touch, but Uriel took physical contact very seriously, mainly because he wasn't touched by many. Managing to contain his stupid urge, he murmured in reply "I'll try not to. Now, get going. I need to focus." He turned his head a little and offered a small smile.
Once Aren was gone, he turned back to Sean and Roland. Uriel sighed, saying with a less friendly smile toward them "He's cuter than a puppy, wouldn't you agree? Too bad he thinks you're an ass, or you two would still be enjoying each other."
Walking until was about a foot from the two, he continued in a different subject "Even though I told you already to leave Aren alone, you keep being a moron, agitating him more. I'm serious when I say I'll break you if I find out you hurt him. Even if he leaves me for you, for whatever freak accident of a reason, I will break you. Why? Because I don't like you now, even though that has nothing do with this, more or less. Maybe I should just break you now so I won't have the chance of seeing you again." That last sentence was for Sean specifically. The two idiots, or at least Sean, were obviously bad news. Sean also made a threat, which really made Uriel want to stick his thumbs into Sean's eyes and gouge them out. Yeah, Uriel sounded psycho, but he didn't understand entirely how to act with humans. He looked Sean over, a rather unimpressed look on his face, as he said "Unless you'd like to deal with me now?"
Even though he could literally destroy them, or possess them until their brains fries. Uriel seriously didn't want to deal with idiots right now. He had other, better places to be. Sort of. For all he knew, some weirdo or other could've gone and plucked Aren up when he left. Uriel internally groaned. He'd declared he wouldn't leave Aren alone, and he just told him to leave. The angel couldn't exactly walk away that second though.
"Whatever happens," Uriel told them "I at least don't want to see you again after this." He jabbed Sean in the chest with a finger. Sean, in Uriel's opinion, seemed like he would become a stalker or something. Only glaring at Roland, he stepped back, saying in attempt to make his own leave"So much for a long talk, but I have a boy to watch. Follow us home, try to cause more trouble, go ahead. Just know that next time, I'll actually proceed to hurt you right back." And with that, he smiled at them before turning to leave, not even looking back as he walked off.
He sure hoped Aren got to head home without any other problems. Uriel shouldn't have let him walk off. And so he set off to go catch up with Aren, wherever he currently was.
'God, it was so hard not to beat that one guy into a mess,' Uriel thought to himself. Aren requested that Uriel not harm them though, so he couldn't because it was technically an order. Uriel went on about how Aren was his, but it was honestly the other way around. He was to obey his ward, so Aren could be as comfortable as he could with having a guardian angel. Uriel didn't feel like telling him that though. Aren could get to figure it out himself.
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Kai
(*dies internally of shame*)
It was obvious that Sean was not particularly happy at the exchange between Aren and Uriel. The taller male balled his fists and took a step forward. “Shut up.” He hissed at the angel’s remark about Aren’s cuteness as well as his disposition toward him. None of this was something that he was going to let go of very easily. Maybe that's what happens in love sometimes, things get messy when not treated properly or when things go south. Love isn't something that can be easily dismissed and handed over to another. A lot of murders were done in the name of love in one way or another, hence why it's such a dangerous and messy thing.
At first he didn’t seem impressed with Uriel’s threats, but there was something unnerving in his blue eyes that told him that things wouldn’t end up well for him if he did do something. It was a difficult feeling to explain, especially with how much the man angered him. Roland obviously wasn't going to back him up, especially now. He didn't think that this was his fight, and… he was pretty right. (He was just, how to put it: lazy.)
Through some kind of deranged and clouded judgement, Sean managed to find courage. A more fitting term would be stupidity, but he didn't really want to call it that for the time being. He took a step forward. “Hell yeah, I'd deal with you right this--”
Roland had just the right mind to slap the side of his friend’s head at that moment. This caused Sean to look back at him irritably, but it at least cleared his mental state a little. There was no use in fighting him right then. He could possibly lose, and then what? He also didn't want to fight a complete stranger.. one who he knew no bounds of what he could do. All he knew was that this guy was mad and protective, so that with the crazy fire he seemed to have didn't make him the most eager to throw his testosterone around with his fists.
All Sean could do was put on an angry face and glare as Uriel poked him, but didn't say anything else. He didn't particularly trust himself talking.
So the pair just watched the angel leave with apprehensive eyes, not moving until he was out of sight.
“Man,” Roland breathed. “That guy’s weird.”
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Aren wasn't about to leave his newfound angel with two mortals. He didn't really trust Uriel yet, as much as he wouldn't mind him giving the two jerks a couple of bruises. So he’d made a U-turn and hid behind the edge of a building in order to listen in on what was being said. He didn't pay attention to all that much of it until Uriel became even more audibly upset. It almost made Aren feel like he was invading or something, even though it was himself that was being talked about.
As the muffled talking died down, Aren prepared to start walking. Unfortunately he walked toward the sidewalk and accidentally ran into Uriel.
He stumbled back (seeing as though it didn't take much to send him flying.) and found his footing, rubbing his head with a grimace.
“Uh… Sorry.” Aren muttered sheepishly. Great. He knows you hardly even started walking. Good job.
“Hey, and sorry about your leg. Is it okay?” His stormy eyes flicked down to the one he'd been limping on. It didn't seem like it would heal very well, at least on a human. As much as Aren wouldn't admit it completely to himself, he worried about Uriel. He'd just met him, but then again he had saved his life and proven to be more than caring toward him. The least he could do was muster up some sympathy.
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It was obvious that Sean was not particularly happy at the exchange between Aren and Uriel. The taller male balled his fists and took a step forward. “Shut up.” He hissed at the angel’s remark about Aren’s cuteness as well as his disposition toward him. None of this was something that he was going to let go of very easily. Maybe that's what happens in love sometimes, things get messy when not treated properly or when things go south. Love isn't something that can be easily dismissed and handed over to another. A lot of murders were done in the name of love in one way or another, hence why it's such a dangerous and messy thing.
At first he didn’t seem impressed with Uriel’s threats, but there was something unnerving in his blue eyes that told him that things wouldn’t end up well for him if he did do something. It was a difficult feeling to explain, especially with how much the man angered him. Roland obviously wasn't going to back him up, especially now. He didn't think that this was his fight, and… he was pretty right. (He was just, how to put it: lazy.)
Through some kind of deranged and clouded judgement, Sean managed to find courage. A more fitting term would be stupidity, but he didn't really want to call it that for the time being. He took a step forward. “Hell yeah, I'd deal with you right this--”
Roland had just the right mind to slap the side of his friend’s head at that moment. This caused Sean to look back at him irritably, but it at least cleared his mental state a little. There was no use in fighting him right then. He could possibly lose, and then what? He also didn't want to fight a complete stranger.. one who he knew no bounds of what he could do. All he knew was that this guy was mad and protective, so that with the crazy fire he seemed to have didn't make him the most eager to throw his testosterone around with his fists.
All Sean could do was put on an angry face and glare as Uriel poked him, but didn't say anything else. He didn't particularly trust himself talking.
So the pair just watched the angel leave with apprehensive eyes, not moving until he was out of sight.
“Man,” Roland breathed. “That guy’s weird.”
***
Aren wasn't about to leave his newfound angel with two mortals. He didn't really trust Uriel yet, as much as he wouldn't mind him giving the two jerks a couple of bruises. So he’d made a U-turn and hid behind the edge of a building in order to listen in on what was being said. He didn't pay attention to all that much of it until Uriel became even more audibly upset. It almost made Aren feel like he was invading or something, even though it was himself that was being talked about.
As the muffled talking died down, Aren prepared to start walking. Unfortunately he walked toward the sidewalk and accidentally ran into Uriel.
He stumbled back (seeing as though it didn't take much to send him flying.) and found his footing, rubbing his head with a grimace.
“Uh… Sorry.” Aren muttered sheepishly. Great. He knows you hardly even started walking. Good job.
“Hey, and sorry about your leg. Is it okay?” His stormy eyes flicked down to the one he'd been limping on. It didn't seem like it would heal very well, at least on a human. As much as Aren wouldn't admit it completely to himself, he worried about Uriel. He'd just met him, but then again he had saved his life and proven to be more than caring toward him. The least he could do was muster up some sympathy.
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Krampus
Santa's Shadow
(*doesn't care and ditches Kai for McDonald's*)
(I just kidding ;_; Krampus missed chu ;~
Uriel blinked when Aren ran into him, looking up at the taller guy and stopping his walk. Honestly, Uriel was glad that he stayed nearby. He actually formed a smile, saying "Can't stand to be too far away from me, huh?" Poking Aren in the stomach lightly, he went on"You need to get a better boyfriend next time you decide. I wouldn't favor "sweetening the sheets" with him at all. Much too angry and vile. I admit that I'm a sucker for guys who are actually nice." He tilted his head when Aren asked about his leg, shrugging a little as he answered "Honestly, it hurts like a bitch, but this is how it will stay until I "earn my wings" again. Until my brothers think you no longer need me. My powers, their strength, are very little compared to what I used to be, so I can't fully heal myself. I actually bluffed to your little stalkers. In my current state? They'd probably flatten me."
"I'd be willing to live a while with a bad leg though. You're quite interesting be around."
"But don't worry about it," he decided "I was considering getting you over my knee and spanking you, because it's your fault, but I can tell you don't like the idea of that. Maybe I'll just do something to you in your sleep, and not in a weird pervert way." He laughed a little at the idea, looking ahead as he finally resumed walking, nudging Aren a bit to walk as well. Once they were both walking again, Uriel more or less randomly asked as they did "Is it frowned upon for you humans to fancy your own gender?" Uriel knew angels could repopulate with humans, but they still had very different views. Clueless and blunt, his question was, but Uriel didn't exactly care, or know that. He wanted to know something, so he asked. He knew Aren was gay, especially after what just happened, but that didn't mean the majority approved of two males bedding each other. Still, Uriel was asking for his own reasons. His blue eyes then looked a little sideways up to Aren, yet still aware of anything in his walking path.
And, the oddest thing happened, more or less. Uriel could feel his cheeks heating up, unaware of the pink that appeared on his cheeks as well as he thought about the question he asked. The thoughts he had prior to asking, and looking over at Aren now. This was a first for him, actually, yet he did nothing to hide it. Uriel actually liked the feeling.
And then he looked away, fidgeting. For the first time since they met, Uriel was showing signs of nervousness. He was to be open with his ward anyway, in all ways. So he didn't drive Aren into unease or spook him. Looking the opposite way, he grumbled a bit, as if embarrassed with what he doing, what he was showing now. And, he decided to walk more in front of Aren, so the human saw little of his face.
"There anywhere you need or want to go before we get back?" Uriel asked Aren, looking down at the sidewalk more as he walked, limped a little, forward "Just asking now, because I won't want to leave the home once we get back, as I want to just rest, laze around. So that also means you don't get to leave once we get back home either." That time, he did glance back a little at Aren, for a heartbeat before turning away again. The pink tint on his cheeks wasn't done clearing up yet, but it was getting there.
(I just kidding ;_; Krampus missed chu ;~
Uriel blinked when Aren ran into him, looking up at the taller guy and stopping his walk. Honestly, Uriel was glad that he stayed nearby. He actually formed a smile, saying "Can't stand to be too far away from me, huh?" Poking Aren in the stomach lightly, he went on"You need to get a better boyfriend next time you decide. I wouldn't favor "sweetening the sheets" with him at all. Much too angry and vile. I admit that I'm a sucker for guys who are actually nice." He tilted his head when Aren asked about his leg, shrugging a little as he answered "Honestly, it hurts like a bitch, but this is how it will stay until I "earn my wings" again. Until my brothers think you no longer need me. My powers, their strength, are very little compared to what I used to be, so I can't fully heal myself. I actually bluffed to your little stalkers. In my current state? They'd probably flatten me."
"I'd be willing to live a while with a bad leg though. You're quite interesting be around."
"But don't worry about it," he decided "I was considering getting you over my knee and spanking you, because it's your fault, but I can tell you don't like the idea of that. Maybe I'll just do something to you in your sleep, and not in a weird pervert way." He laughed a little at the idea, looking ahead as he finally resumed walking, nudging Aren a bit to walk as well. Once they were both walking again, Uriel more or less randomly asked as they did "Is it frowned upon for you humans to fancy your own gender?" Uriel knew angels could repopulate with humans, but they still had very different views. Clueless and blunt, his question was, but Uriel didn't exactly care, or know that. He wanted to know something, so he asked. He knew Aren was gay, especially after what just happened, but that didn't mean the majority approved of two males bedding each other. Still, Uriel was asking for his own reasons. His blue eyes then looked a little sideways up to Aren, yet still aware of anything in his walking path.
And, the oddest thing happened, more or less. Uriel could feel his cheeks heating up, unaware of the pink that appeared on his cheeks as well as he thought about the question he asked. The thoughts he had prior to asking, and looking over at Aren now. This was a first for him, actually, yet he did nothing to hide it. Uriel actually liked the feeling.
And then he looked away, fidgeting. For the first time since they met, Uriel was showing signs of nervousness. He was to be open with his ward anyway, in all ways. So he didn't drive Aren into unease or spook him. Looking the opposite way, he grumbled a bit, as if embarrassed with what he doing, what he was showing now. And, he decided to walk more in front of Aren, so the human saw little of his face.
"There anywhere you need or want to go before we get back?" Uriel asked Aren, looking down at the sidewalk more as he walked, limped a little, forward "Just asking now, because I won't want to leave the home once we get back, as I want to just rest, laze around. So that also means you don't get to leave once we get back home either." That time, he did glance back a little at Aren, for a heartbeat before turning away again. The pink tint on his cheeks wasn't done clearing up yet, but it was getting there.
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Kai
(Dhaww I missed chu too! >~< )
Aren’s face heated as Uriel poked him in the gut, crossing his arms over his small frame defensively. “Yeah right. I just wanted to make sure everything was fine.” He grumbled in as flat of a tone as he could manage, starting to walk beside him.
Aren laughed harshly. “Thanks for the relationship advice, Doctor.” He kicked at the sidewalk gently. “And we didn't screw anyways.” Came the mutter, though Aren wasn't sure why he felt the need to include it. It wasn't like it concerned Uriel. He laughed a little at Uriel's remark about liking nice guys. Suddenly he was conscious over the fact that he wasn't the nicest person ever.
Not that he was going to suddenly change his behavior, but it made him wonder.
Aren frowned. “That sucks. I'm sorry.” He really did feel bad for hurting him, but also for the fact that he was so much less than what he used to be. It must be awful to have everything taken from you so suddenly. Though he wasn't sure what he'd done to get that way. It wasn't like he was just going to ask… But maybe later he would. Sometime.
Aren looked up at one of the skyline windows. “You didn't seem to have much of a problem with those demons the other day. I hardly think two teenage guys could flatten you.” He smiled slightly in amusement.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Aren sheepishly accepted the… compliment? Who knows what it was.
“Er, thanks. We could go to the hospital or something to get you a cast and some painkillers for now.” He suggested. His face went slightly pale. Somehow spanking seemed like a better option than something happening to him while he slept, but he wasn't about to intone on that. He just laughed nervously and continued walking alongside him.
Before Uriel hit him with a question that he seemed to pull from complete thin air. He blinked in surprise and took a moment to gather his answer. “Well… It depends, I guess. It's not exactly conventional, and a lot of people don't like it. It's a lot more accepted than it used to be.” He paused for a moment. “It's seen as a denouncing of religion too, I guess. Since gay people go to hell.”
He was so used to hearing those words that they were numb to his own lips. “But I mean, I don't really care if people ‘frown upon’ it.” A smirk twinged the edges of his lips as he cut his eyes to Uriel. “Why? Thinking of taking me on a date or something?” He teased.
Then something odd began to happen. Uriel started acting weird, and it made Aren apprehensive. Suddenly the angel seemed flustered and distracted, putting his blue eyes anywhere but at Aren.
What?
He seemed to speed up and hide his face. Aren’s brow creased. “What's up with you?”
At Uriel’s offer, Aren shrugged. “Nowhere currently. I think I'll be going somewhere later though. It'll be after you're done ‘lazing’.” He rolled his eyes. “Just a party I might show up to. You don't have to go.” As he said that, he knew Uriel would probably insist on going anyways. Either that or he would force him into staying in.
Uriel made such brief and timid eye contact with him that it was seriously messing with Aren. He sped up beside him. “Seriously. Are you doing okay?”
This was so weird and so sudden, even for the unconventional situation that he found himself in.
Uriel wouldn't be interested in him though. That was a stupid thought.
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Aren’s face heated as Uriel poked him in the gut, crossing his arms over his small frame defensively. “Yeah right. I just wanted to make sure everything was fine.” He grumbled in as flat of a tone as he could manage, starting to walk beside him.
Aren laughed harshly. “Thanks for the relationship advice, Doctor.” He kicked at the sidewalk gently. “And we didn't screw anyways.” Came the mutter, though Aren wasn't sure why he felt the need to include it. It wasn't like it concerned Uriel. He laughed a little at Uriel's remark about liking nice guys. Suddenly he was conscious over the fact that he wasn't the nicest person ever.
Not that he was going to suddenly change his behavior, but it made him wonder.
Aren frowned. “That sucks. I'm sorry.” He really did feel bad for hurting him, but also for the fact that he was so much less than what he used to be. It must be awful to have everything taken from you so suddenly. Though he wasn't sure what he'd done to get that way. It wasn't like he was just going to ask… But maybe later he would. Sometime.
Aren looked up at one of the skyline windows. “You didn't seem to have much of a problem with those demons the other day. I hardly think two teenage guys could flatten you.” He smiled slightly in amusement.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Aren sheepishly accepted the… compliment? Who knows what it was.
“Er, thanks. We could go to the hospital or something to get you a cast and some painkillers for now.” He suggested. His face went slightly pale. Somehow spanking seemed like a better option than something happening to him while he slept, but he wasn't about to intone on that. He just laughed nervously and continued walking alongside him.
Before Uriel hit him with a question that he seemed to pull from complete thin air. He blinked in surprise and took a moment to gather his answer. “Well… It depends, I guess. It's not exactly conventional, and a lot of people don't like it. It's a lot more accepted than it used to be.” He paused for a moment. “It's seen as a denouncing of religion too, I guess. Since gay people go to hell.”
He was so used to hearing those words that they were numb to his own lips. “But I mean, I don't really care if people ‘frown upon’ it.” A smirk twinged the edges of his lips as he cut his eyes to Uriel. “Why? Thinking of taking me on a date or something?” He teased.
Then something odd began to happen. Uriel started acting weird, and it made Aren apprehensive. Suddenly the angel seemed flustered and distracted, putting his blue eyes anywhere but at Aren.
What?
He seemed to speed up and hide his face. Aren’s brow creased. “What's up with you?”
At Uriel’s offer, Aren shrugged. “Nowhere currently. I think I'll be going somewhere later though. It'll be after you're done ‘lazing’.” He rolled his eyes. “Just a party I might show up to. You don't have to go.” As he said that, he knew Uriel would probably insist on going anyways. Either that or he would force him into staying in.
Uriel made such brief and timid eye contact with him that it was seriously messing with Aren. He sped up beside him. “Seriously. Are you doing okay?”
This was so weird and so sudden, even for the unconventional situation that he found himself in.
Uriel wouldn't be interested in him though. That was a stupid thought.
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Krampus
Santa's Shadow
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(Sorry for the short posts, as usual ;_; School is handing me work every second of my life xc)
"You mustn't excuse your position as license, or superiority, just yet," Uriel said simply, looking up a little "Never lie to me." Aren wasn't necessarily lying, but he wasn't exactly telling the entire truth either. Changing the subject, he listened when Aren gave his opinion on Uriel's capabilities. He smiled again at what was, in its own way, praise.
"That's when I switched forms," Uriel told Aren "I am just as vulnerable as you in this form, and I can't shift if I'm under stress, and fighting is stress. Plus, no other human than you knows about me being an angel. I want it to stay that way."
"No," he immediately said at the suggestion of going to a hospital "My wing bones are under my skin, and they'd see that with whatever you humans do to see bones, whatever that thing is called. I have my own little painkillers anyway, so that solves that. Thanks for suggesting ways to help though."
"Gay people don't go to hell," Uriel said with a bent brow "Gay serial killers do. And gay bank robbers. The point is that bad people go to hell, should they be deemed unholy. No matter what or who they are. So decided by Lucifer, who's actually a nice man, even though he's the heart and soul of hell. He's just a little aggressive with his approaches." Uriel tapped the pale scar that marred his face, saying "Got this at least five thousand years ago, and it should've healed in a minute, had it been given by anyone else." He laughed a little after, saying "Your people must've really hated homosexuals to think they get a free, nonrefundable, ticket to hell. I just told you that Devil was gay for me at one point, so why damn those who have the same taste as him?"
"You're my ward though, so you get a free ride to heaven anyway," Uriel reassured Aren "Just don't make a fool of yourself when you get there."
When asked what was up with him, Uriel shook his head a little, saying "I'm fine. Just thinking." He raised a brow when Aren mentioned going to a party, saying "I'm your guardian. Not your warden. Go ahead and go, but I won't go with you. I'm too lazy right now anyway, and I don't think I can handle changing into a hamster again. You might step on my entire body."
Then, he paused. And he brought his "book" out of nowhere. Flipping through pages, he eventually withdrew a simple water bottle, full of a clear liquid that glinted every few moments. Giving it to Aren, he said "Keep this with you at all times. It's the last existing amount of God's Tears. You humans call it "Holy Water", I believe." And then, he had his book vanish, continuing "That cheap crap humans believe in is fake. This is the real deal. It harms whoever becomes a threat, be it human, demon, turtle, to the holder, which is you. It'll even work if you need to harm me, which is an all too real, and very serious possibility. An angel is banished to Earth for a reason, and it isn't a shits and giggles reason." Uriel would need to explain himself to Aren eventually anyway. He wasn't going to give his entire story yet though.
He looked away from Aren again, temporarily retreating into his own thoughts. And again, Aren asked if he was okay, but Uriel just repeated "I'm fine, honestly. There's just a lot going on in this dirty little brain of mine." Then, he went silent, thinking something over. After a moment, he looked up at Aren, with a casual look.
"Would you really let me take you on a date?" Uriel asked, now greatly embarrassed by the pink that appeared on his cheeks again "I admit that I saw myself asking eventually, but what better opportunity to ask than when the other brings it up already?" Did they only know each other for only a day pretty much? Yeah. Some cultures though, had people who actually married after only two or three dates. It wouldn't kill Uriel to ask. And no harm done if Aren said no.
"Humans also go on dates to get to know each other better, right?" He asked "I went on dates with Lucifer before... I'd enjoy trying it out again." Uriel developed a curious look in his eyes as he awaited an answer.
(Sorry for the short posts, as usual ;_; School is handing me work every second of my life xc)
"You mustn't excuse your position as license, or superiority, just yet," Uriel said simply, looking up a little "Never lie to me." Aren wasn't necessarily lying, but he wasn't exactly telling the entire truth either. Changing the subject, he listened when Aren gave his opinion on Uriel's capabilities. He smiled again at what was, in its own way, praise.
"That's when I switched forms," Uriel told Aren "I am just as vulnerable as you in this form, and I can't shift if I'm under stress, and fighting is stress. Plus, no other human than you knows about me being an angel. I want it to stay that way."
"No," he immediately said at the suggestion of going to a hospital "My wing bones are under my skin, and they'd see that with whatever you humans do to see bones, whatever that thing is called. I have my own little painkillers anyway, so that solves that. Thanks for suggesting ways to help though."
"Gay people don't go to hell," Uriel said with a bent brow "Gay serial killers do. And gay bank robbers. The point is that bad people go to hell, should they be deemed unholy. No matter what or who they are. So decided by Lucifer, who's actually a nice man, even though he's the heart and soul of hell. He's just a little aggressive with his approaches." Uriel tapped the pale scar that marred his face, saying "Got this at least five thousand years ago, and it should've healed in a minute, had it been given by anyone else." He laughed a little after, saying "Your people must've really hated homosexuals to think they get a free, nonrefundable, ticket to hell. I just told you that Devil was gay for me at one point, so why damn those who have the same taste as him?"
"You're my ward though, so you get a free ride to heaven anyway," Uriel reassured Aren "Just don't make a fool of yourself when you get there."
When asked what was up with him, Uriel shook his head a little, saying "I'm fine. Just thinking." He raised a brow when Aren mentioned going to a party, saying "I'm your guardian. Not your warden. Go ahead and go, but I won't go with you. I'm too lazy right now anyway, and I don't think I can handle changing into a hamster again. You might step on my entire body."
Then, he paused. And he brought his "book" out of nowhere. Flipping through pages, he eventually withdrew a simple water bottle, full of a clear liquid that glinted every few moments. Giving it to Aren, he said "Keep this with you at all times. It's the last existing amount of God's Tears. You humans call it "Holy Water", I believe." And then, he had his book vanish, continuing "That cheap crap humans believe in is fake. This is the real deal. It harms whoever becomes a threat, be it human, demon, turtle, to the holder, which is you. It'll even work if you need to harm me, which is an all too real, and very serious possibility. An angel is banished to Earth for a reason, and it isn't a shits and giggles reason." Uriel would need to explain himself to Aren eventually anyway. He wasn't going to give his entire story yet though.
He looked away from Aren again, temporarily retreating into his own thoughts. And again, Aren asked if he was okay, but Uriel just repeated "I'm fine, honestly. There's just a lot going on in this dirty little brain of mine." Then, he went silent, thinking something over. After a moment, he looked up at Aren, with a casual look.
"Would you really let me take you on a date?" Uriel asked, now greatly embarrassed by the pink that appeared on his cheeks again "I admit that I saw myself asking eventually, but what better opportunity to ask than when the other brings it up already?" Did they only know each other for only a day pretty much? Yeah. Some cultures though, had people who actually married after only two or three dates. It wouldn't kill Uriel to ask. And no harm done if Aren said no.
"Humans also go on dates to get to know each other better, right?" He asked "I went on dates with Lucifer before... I'd enjoy trying it out again." Uriel developed a curious look in his eyes as he awaited an answer.
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Aren shrugged in response, resituating his bag as his eyes focused on the ground. “Fine. And I didn’t lie to you.” The sidewalk was suddenly very interesting. Lying and not telling something were two different things. Aren couldn’t promise that he would be 100% honest with Uriel at all times, but just because he didn’t like the obligation and the reminder that it was a promise he had to keep. He would do his best to be open with his angel though, especially since it was stated that Uriel could just possess him and read his thoughts. That would be a little violating. Possibly painful.
Aren blinked. “Huh. Must be crappy to be in this form, then.” He paused. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t tell anyone.” Mainly because he would look like an absolute quack, but also because he really didn’t want to inconvenience Uriel more than he already has. The attention wouldn’t be very good for either of them.
“That makes sense. And… no problem.” Muttered Aren. Yeah, suggesting ways to help wasn’t the most helpful. Sometimes being around Uriel made him feel so bland and inferior, just some lump of flesh walking around with not much amazing purpose. Not compared to an angel, anyways.
It was a little odd hearing about how (literal) Satan was Uriel’s ex boyfriend, then again a lot of things were odd these days, so he just listened to him talk.
“I guess that’s good, then. I hate when people try to beat me with bibles over it, considering it is popular belief. Or it was more before now, but I don’t really care about people’s opinion about where I go when I die anyways. It’s none of their business, and plus I…”
Nevermind. His voice trailed off. There was no need sharing that with Uriel, it would be a little more personal than what he felt would be comfortable for the time being. According to the verse, Aren wouldn’t go to hell because… well, he was a virgin. Not to get into all of the specifics and reasons now, but that was a blunt way of putting it. That’s not to say he didn’t come close.
Aren didn’t really believe his ‘just thinking’ excuse, but he wasn’t going to push it any further. He then blinked and looked up at him when he talked about the party. Jeez, he won’t let him go to school alone, but a party with alcohol and minors is perfectly fine? He didn’t make a whole lot of sense sometimes.
“I mean, you could go in human form if you wanted. It’s not like you have to get past a front desk like at school.” He found himself blurting, but he felt like he already knew the answer. Good God, was he really hoping he’d go? No, that would be stupid. Especially considering how Aren can get when he drinks. It doesn’t take all that much to get him drunk, and it can cause quite a few different mood swings for him.
He took the bottle silently, holding it carefully and eventually tucking it into his backpack. It seemed really unceremonius to carry frigging holy water around in his backpack, but he didn’t really have anywhere else to store it. It seemed dangerous.
When Uriel mentioned his banishment, it sent chills down Aren’s spine. What had he done, and was he a threat even now? The thought bothered him, even though Uriel had said before that he wasn’t going to hurt him. It was Uriel’s job to do the opposite, so why would he say something like that?
Uriel continued to push away Aren’s questioning, but just before he could respond, the angel spoke again.
If Aren had been drinking something, he would’ve done a spit-take. He was seriously asking him out? It was obvious that he was indeed serious as Aren watched him continue, expecting him to laugh at the obvious joke that Aren had made. Yeah, he didn’t do that.
“Um…” Aren unintelligably tried to form words, but to obviously no avail. His face was red by now and he couldn’t really stop it.
Until Uriel spoke again. Aren started cracking up and laughing out of nowhere, and he wasn’t completely sure why. The dead serious look in those curious blue eyes, maybe. “Yeah, and if your last date was with the Devil, I’m sure I couldn’t be much worse.” He laughed.
“So yes, sure. Where do you think you’ll take me? Hopefully nothing too cheesy.” Aren found himself grinning. It was strange how this guy made him smile without wanting to, and how amused he constantly was with his cluelessness but at the same time filled him with awe.
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)Aren shrugged in response, resituating his bag as his eyes focused on the ground. “Fine. And I didn’t lie to you.” The sidewalk was suddenly very interesting. Lying and not telling something were two different things. Aren couldn’t promise that he would be 100% honest with Uriel at all times, but just because he didn’t like the obligation and the reminder that it was a promise he had to keep. He would do his best to be open with his angel though, especially since it was stated that Uriel could just possess him and read his thoughts. That would be a little violating. Possibly painful.
Aren blinked. “Huh. Must be crappy to be in this form, then.” He paused. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t tell anyone.” Mainly because he would look like an absolute quack, but also because he really didn’t want to inconvenience Uriel more than he already has. The attention wouldn’t be very good for either of them.
“That makes sense. And… no problem.” Muttered Aren. Yeah, suggesting ways to help wasn’t the most helpful. Sometimes being around Uriel made him feel so bland and inferior, just some lump of flesh walking around with not much amazing purpose. Not compared to an angel, anyways.
It was a little odd hearing about how (literal) Satan was Uriel’s ex boyfriend, then again a lot of things were odd these days, so he just listened to him talk.
“I guess that’s good, then. I hate when people try to beat me with bibles over it, considering it is popular belief. Or it was more before now, but I don’t really care about people’s opinion about where I go when I die anyways. It’s none of their business, and plus I…”
Nevermind. His voice trailed off. There was no need sharing that with Uriel, it would be a little more personal than what he felt would be comfortable for the time being. According to the verse, Aren wouldn’t go to hell because… well, he was a virgin. Not to get into all of the specifics and reasons now, but that was a blunt way of putting it. That’s not to say he didn’t come close.
Aren didn’t really believe his ‘just thinking’ excuse, but he wasn’t going to push it any further. He then blinked and looked up at him when he talked about the party. Jeez, he won’t let him go to school alone, but a party with alcohol and minors is perfectly fine? He didn’t make a whole lot of sense sometimes.
“I mean, you could go in human form if you wanted. It’s not like you have to get past a front desk like at school.” He found himself blurting, but he felt like he already knew the answer. Good God, was he really hoping he’d go? No, that would be stupid. Especially considering how Aren can get when he drinks. It doesn’t take all that much to get him drunk, and it can cause quite a few different mood swings for him.
He took the bottle silently, holding it carefully and eventually tucking it into his backpack. It seemed really unceremonius to carry frigging holy water around in his backpack, but he didn’t really have anywhere else to store it. It seemed dangerous.
When Uriel mentioned his banishment, it sent chills down Aren’s spine. What had he done, and was he a threat even now? The thought bothered him, even though Uriel had said before that he wasn’t going to hurt him. It was Uriel’s job to do the opposite, so why would he say something like that?
Uriel continued to push away Aren’s questioning, but just before he could respond, the angel spoke again.
If Aren had been drinking something, he would’ve done a spit-take. He was seriously asking him out? It was obvious that he was indeed serious as Aren watched him continue, expecting him to laugh at the obvious joke that Aren had made. Yeah, he didn’t do that.
“Um…” Aren unintelligably tried to form words, but to obviously no avail. His face was red by now and he couldn’t really stop it.
Until Uriel spoke again. Aren started cracking up and laughing out of nowhere, and he wasn’t completely sure why. The dead serious look in those curious blue eyes, maybe. “Yeah, and if your last date was with the Devil, I’m sure I couldn’t be much worse.” He laughed.
“So yes, sure. Where do you think you’ll take me? Hopefully nothing too cheesy.” Aren found himself grinning. It was strange how this guy made him smile without wanting to, and how amused he constantly was with his cluelessness but at the same time filled him with awe.
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"It really is crappy sometimes," Uriel agreed "Doesn't mean it's all bad though. Quite similar to an angel, except that humans have such brittle bones, and a fondness for sex. Michael tells me that humans make videos of themselves while engaging in coitus." It was an involuntary talent, how Uriel could change to the oddest topics so quickly and cluelessly. Shaking his head a bit, he spoke "I've been used to it though. I'm not going home anytime soon." That wasn't entirely a downside though. Some ways of human life was quite intriguing.
"And, I know you wouldn't tell anyone. They haven't seen me, what I can do, with their own eyes, so they'd lock you up and call you a nut if you told them anything relating to me being an angel."
Uriel watched Aren handle the bottle, saying "Don't you dare forget about it. I need you safe, not dead. I give you the Tears because your a little... trouble-prone." Looking around, he noticed two people fighting. One guy got punched in the face, getting a nosebleed as people flocked out to watch. Uriel could smell it, even from where they were. He actually hadn't smelled blood in many, many years. The angel shivered a little, feeling drool actually pool in his mouth. Yet, it had a vile taste. Cursing, he turned away to spit into an alley they were passing. Instead of a bubbly, clear liquid though, it was black, and smelled strongly of rot. Uriel coughed a few times, hunching over. The black drool fizzled and hissed when it hit concrete, actually sinking into the ground a little. When he finally straightened up, and turned around, something silver was retreating back into his jaws, almost like fangs. Licking his lips and wiping his mouth clean, he looked back to normal after.
"That's just a tiny reason of why you need that bottle," Uriel said, almost sadly "I do hope you don't cut yourself or anything. Blood doesn't allow me to sit quietly. Maybe I'll enlighten you on my life as a bedtime story tonight. Honestly, I should've told you last night instead of stuffing my face with peaches. Being a guardian angel isn't an honour. It's redemption."
Watching Aren grow red in the face made Uriel develop a smile. As well as his talent for changing subjects, he had a talent to hide his emotions expertly. Not that he didn't feel like smiling that moment. He blinked though, when he laughed. The angel spoke, with an almost annoyed tone "Lucifer is his name, Aren. And he isn't some psychotic beast like humans depict. Like I said, I'm a sucker for nice guys. If you met him as an equal, it would change your opinion at least a little bit. As creepy as this sounds, just find a cross and flip it upside down, with me there of course, and you can talk to him. He's... unpredictable around strangers." Not that he'd let that jerk harm his ward. Uriel didn't feel like fighting with an ex, but Aren was like his child now, and Uriel was Mama Bear. Mess with Mama Bear's cub, you'll get fucking killed.
When Aren accepted Uriel's request to take him on a date, he shrugged, saying "My last date was, with a lot of convincing to Lucifer, cloud watching. And playing chess. Nothing special. That was our common like, but you're different. What do you like to do? And please don't tell me you like to go to weird club places or something. I've yet to find entertainment in being kinky." And yeah, 100% of angels aren't exactly babies with gold halos, but they are still much cleaner than humans. Angels were actually fearsome warriors of heaven, who would kill, those who deserved it, without hesitation. Yet, off the job, they were quite laid back and open.
"You humans have developed the oddest ways to entertain yourselves," Uriel continued "But the date would be featuring you, not me. Whatever you favor, tell me now. I don't want to drive you off early by doing something you don't even like. For all you know, I could've planned to take you dumpster diving." His blue orbs would look at Aren every now and then as they walked, eventually reaching Aren's home again. Once they went inside, Uriel went digging around the fridge again, coming out with a buttload of fruit. He usually shoveled fruit and veggies after little episodes like earlier, to cool his... carnivorous urge.
"You need to buy more stuff," Uriel grumbled as he devoured an apple "Or I'll go get some, because I'm eating it all." After another moment of wolfing down food, he asked after swallowing "When are you free, anyway? You said yes to me asking you out, but we have yet to even decide on a when. Tomorrow maybe? I don't feel like doing anything anymore today, and you mentioned that party. Unless you have things going on tomorrow?"
As he awaited an answer, he settled on a couch, beginning his "lazing around" time. He even managed to migrate to the floor, deciding "You need a dog. Or a cat. A pet. I know someone who's fascinated with cats, but only the hairless ones. The Sphynx he owned hates just about everything though, yet he never went anywhere without her for long. I swear she was glaring at me every time I saw her. He has a... "mate" now though, so she finally has someone else to glare at. So... scratch that, a dog is the only option. Cats are ruined for me, and are only reminders of another ex boyfriend. Little squirt told me he had to be loyal to his first, even though he told me said first gave him the boot. I've never been able to be apart of a lasting relationship of any kind though, so I'm used to it. Being alone." Did Uriel just rant about his relationship problems? Yeah. Did he care? Not really. Over the generations of mankind, Uriel had had many... partners. It never worked out though, the angel always being left alone. He could use a friend, a long term one. And, with that, he opened up his book again, and a German Shepard puppy popped out, yapping a few times. It stayed with Uriel though, looking around with bright brown eyes as the angel said "You could use the company. I've yet to possess you, but loneliness is written quite a bit on you. Good thing you have ol' Uriel now as a start, right? 99% of the time, I'll always be around!" The puppy he had yapped again, nosing at Uriel's book. The angel opened it up as the puppy left his side. The little animal trotted right into the book, disappearing a glow of soft white light.
"Truth is, Aren, I'm in need of the company too. I hope you understand that by now. Or else we would have yet to meet each other still."
Uriel then paused, eyes narrowing. Clear as day, the fluttering of wings sounded out. Soft and paced, like a landing bird. Getting up from his spot, he walked to the door, which had been closed after Aren walked inside.
'No need to open the door, Uriel,' a soft voice spoke, yet it wasn't Uriel, and there was no one else in the home. The coal-haired angel turned away from the door. After doing so, he looked past Aren. Standing there, right behind his ward, was a young male who looked... eighteen? Nineteen? Dressed in a tight shirt and pants. Soft-looking brown hair and big, brown doe eyes. Semi-athletic build, clean shaven skin, and almost a... boyish look. The best word to describe him was a twink honestly (and yes, Uriel knew the arrival before him was gay).
"Gabriel," he greeted the other Archangel, who was taller than him. The other male stepped past Aren, glaring slightly. Looking around, Gabriel took in the area before finally looking at him.
"Meet the baby of my family," Uriel told Aren simply, as Gabriel circled Aren slowly, casually looking him over. Finally, the boyish figure spoke "He is quite a looker, big brother. So tempting, especially to you it seems. It still gives you no right to advance upon him though. Your orders are to guard. Not bond, especially within one day." He looked back at Uriel, who rolled his eyes, responding "That makes no sense. And thanks for being blunt. Now get out." Raphael must've changed Uriel's task requirements? Why force him to guard one person if not to become close to him?
"But I just got here!" Gabriel giggled, briefly running a few fingers through Aren's hair before walking toward Uriel "To deliver a message. Talk for a little bit. Maybe encourage a bit of incest..." Uriel swatted at Gabriel when he got a little too close (and touched a little too personally), snorting "Horny fucker." Gabriel already seemed like such (having the tendency to pounce on whatever was even slightly willing), but he was currently in a higher position than Uriel, and could easily kill him and Aren if he wanted. Well, temporarily kill Uriel. As they stared each other down, their gazes for a second looked murderous. Then, Gabriel eased up, a happy face returning.
"Your loss, big brother. I'm serious about talking though," Gabriel said with a sigh, plopping down on the couch nearby "So both of you sit. And hey. Maybe I can even convince your ward that I'm much better company than a murderous, flesh eating-"
"Shut up!" Uriel snapped, blue wings snapping into view in an aggressive pose, spread out and wide "That's for me to tell him, and not you!" Yet the younger angel only smirked. Brows bent, Uriel nudged Aren to go sit, as far away from Gabriel as possible. Retracting his wings, Uriel just stood close to wherever Aren went to sit, blue eyes narrowed as he looked at Gabriel. As stupid as his little brother was, he wouldn't show up at this time unless he was mad, or he had a major message to deliver. If he was there to bag on or hurt Aren though, then there would be a problem.
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"And, I know you wouldn't tell anyone. They haven't seen me, what I can do, with their own eyes, so they'd lock you up and call you a nut if you told them anything relating to me being an angel."
Uriel watched Aren handle the bottle, saying "Don't you dare forget about it. I need you safe, not dead. I give you the Tears because your a little... trouble-prone." Looking around, he noticed two people fighting. One guy got punched in the face, getting a nosebleed as people flocked out to watch. Uriel could smell it, even from where they were. He actually hadn't smelled blood in many, many years. The angel shivered a little, feeling drool actually pool in his mouth. Yet, it had a vile taste. Cursing, he turned away to spit into an alley they were passing. Instead of a bubbly, clear liquid though, it was black, and smelled strongly of rot. Uriel coughed a few times, hunching over. The black drool fizzled and hissed when it hit concrete, actually sinking into the ground a little. When he finally straightened up, and turned around, something silver was retreating back into his jaws, almost like fangs. Licking his lips and wiping his mouth clean, he looked back to normal after.
"That's just a tiny reason of why you need that bottle," Uriel said, almost sadly "I do hope you don't cut yourself or anything. Blood doesn't allow me to sit quietly. Maybe I'll enlighten you on my life as a bedtime story tonight. Honestly, I should've told you last night instead of stuffing my face with peaches. Being a guardian angel isn't an honour. It's redemption."
Watching Aren grow red in the face made Uriel develop a smile. As well as his talent for changing subjects, he had a talent to hide his emotions expertly. Not that he didn't feel like smiling that moment. He blinked though, when he laughed. The angel spoke, with an almost annoyed tone "Lucifer is his name, Aren. And he isn't some psychotic beast like humans depict. Like I said, I'm a sucker for nice guys. If you met him as an equal, it would change your opinion at least a little bit. As creepy as this sounds, just find a cross and flip it upside down, with me there of course, and you can talk to him. He's... unpredictable around strangers." Not that he'd let that jerk harm his ward. Uriel didn't feel like fighting with an ex, but Aren was like his child now, and Uriel was Mama Bear. Mess with Mama Bear's cub, you'll get fucking killed.
When Aren accepted Uriel's request to take him on a date, he shrugged, saying "My last date was, with a lot of convincing to Lucifer, cloud watching. And playing chess. Nothing special. That was our common like, but you're different. What do you like to do? And please don't tell me you like to go to weird club places or something. I've yet to find entertainment in being kinky." And yeah, 100% of angels aren't exactly babies with gold halos, but they are still much cleaner than humans. Angels were actually fearsome warriors of heaven, who would kill, those who deserved it, without hesitation. Yet, off the job, they were quite laid back and open.
"You humans have developed the oddest ways to entertain yourselves," Uriel continued "But the date would be featuring you, not me. Whatever you favor, tell me now. I don't want to drive you off early by doing something you don't even like. For all you know, I could've planned to take you dumpster diving." His blue orbs would look at Aren every now and then as they walked, eventually reaching Aren's home again. Once they went inside, Uriel went digging around the fridge again, coming out with a buttload of fruit. He usually shoveled fruit and veggies after little episodes like earlier, to cool his... carnivorous urge.
"You need to buy more stuff," Uriel grumbled as he devoured an apple "Or I'll go get some, because I'm eating it all." After another moment of wolfing down food, he asked after swallowing "When are you free, anyway? You said yes to me asking you out, but we have yet to even decide on a when. Tomorrow maybe? I don't feel like doing anything anymore today, and you mentioned that party. Unless you have things going on tomorrow?"
As he awaited an answer, he settled on a couch, beginning his "lazing around" time. He even managed to migrate to the floor, deciding "You need a dog. Or a cat. A pet. I know someone who's fascinated with cats, but only the hairless ones. The Sphynx he owned hates just about everything though, yet he never went anywhere without her for long. I swear she was glaring at me every time I saw her. He has a... "mate" now though, so she finally has someone else to glare at. So... scratch that, a dog is the only option. Cats are ruined for me, and are only reminders of another ex boyfriend. Little squirt told me he had to be loyal to his first, even though he told me said first gave him the boot. I've never been able to be apart of a lasting relationship of any kind though, so I'm used to it. Being alone." Did Uriel just rant about his relationship problems? Yeah. Did he care? Not really. Over the generations of mankind, Uriel had had many... partners. It never worked out though, the angel always being left alone. He could use a friend, a long term one. And, with that, he opened up his book again, and a German Shepard puppy popped out, yapping a few times. It stayed with Uriel though, looking around with bright brown eyes as the angel said "You could use the company. I've yet to possess you, but loneliness is written quite a bit on you. Good thing you have ol' Uriel now as a start, right? 99% of the time, I'll always be around!" The puppy he had yapped again, nosing at Uriel's book. The angel opened it up as the puppy left his side. The little animal trotted right into the book, disappearing a glow of soft white light.
"Truth is, Aren, I'm in need of the company too. I hope you understand that by now. Or else we would have yet to meet each other still."
Uriel then paused, eyes narrowing. Clear as day, the fluttering of wings sounded out. Soft and paced, like a landing bird. Getting up from his spot, he walked to the door, which had been closed after Aren walked inside.
'No need to open the door, Uriel,' a soft voice spoke, yet it wasn't Uriel, and there was no one else in the home. The coal-haired angel turned away from the door. After doing so, he looked past Aren. Standing there, right behind his ward, was a young male who looked... eighteen? Nineteen? Dressed in a tight shirt and pants. Soft-looking brown hair and big, brown doe eyes. Semi-athletic build, clean shaven skin, and almost a... boyish look. The best word to describe him was a twink honestly (and yes, Uriel knew the arrival before him was gay).
"Gabriel," he greeted the other Archangel, who was taller than him. The other male stepped past Aren, glaring slightly. Looking around, Gabriel took in the area before finally looking at him.
"Meet the baby of my family," Uriel told Aren simply, as Gabriel circled Aren slowly, casually looking him over. Finally, the boyish figure spoke "He is quite a looker, big brother. So tempting, especially to you it seems. It still gives you no right to advance upon him though. Your orders are to guard. Not bond, especially within one day." He looked back at Uriel, who rolled his eyes, responding "That makes no sense. And thanks for being blunt. Now get out." Raphael must've changed Uriel's task requirements? Why force him to guard one person if not to become close to him?
"But I just got here!" Gabriel giggled, briefly running a few fingers through Aren's hair before walking toward Uriel "To deliver a message. Talk for a little bit. Maybe encourage a bit of incest..." Uriel swatted at Gabriel when he got a little too close (and touched a little too personally), snorting "Horny fucker." Gabriel already seemed like such (having the tendency to pounce on whatever was even slightly willing), but he was currently in a higher position than Uriel, and could easily kill him and Aren if he wanted. Well, temporarily kill Uriel. As they stared each other down, their gazes for a second looked murderous. Then, Gabriel eased up, a happy face returning.
"Your loss, big brother. I'm serious about talking though," Gabriel said with a sigh, plopping down on the couch nearby "So both of you sit. And hey. Maybe I can even convince your ward that I'm much better company than a murderous, flesh eating-"
"Shut up!" Uriel snapped, blue wings snapping into view in an aggressive pose, spread out and wide "That's for me to tell him, and not you!" Yet the younger angel only smirked. Brows bent, Uriel nudged Aren to go sit, as far away from Gabriel as possible. Retracting his wings, Uriel just stood close to wherever Aren went to sit, blue eyes narrowed as he looked at Gabriel. As stupid as his little brother was, he wouldn't show up at this time unless he was mad, or he had a major message to deliver. If he was there to bag on or hurt Aren though, then there would be a problem.
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Santa's Shadow
(Every time I re-read my post, I feel the need to edit it ;_; So many typos and I feel like it's short ;~
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(I'm such a weirdo x3 Corrupting and changing the image of angels so badly xD But it sort of keeps giving out surprises right? X3)
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lol I like it~ x3
sorry about my lack of replies by the way ;-; , I should have it done sometime this evening or tonight, 12 at the latest!
sorry about my lack of replies by the way ;-; , I should have it done sometime this evening or tonight, 12 at the latest!
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Santa's Shadow
It's okay :3 You have more of a life than me x3 So take your time.
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((Sorry if it's crappy. I had to do it on my phone since my laptop died and I don't have a charger ;-)
Uriel talked about the absolute strangest things and switched conversations like a light switch. It also seemed like, no matter how much he was practically shaming humans about being dirty, he was always looking for a way to talk about dirty things. It was pretty confusing, but Aren was done trying to figure things out in that moment. He decided not to intone on the matter of certain differences in humans and angels.
Aren snorted in response to his comment about being trouble prone. “Damn, seems I just decided to walk home on the wrong day at the wrong time. Though I would have probably done something stupid like try to fight those monster things with my bare hands. Which probably wouldn't have ended well.” He chortled sheepishly, and was about to continue when he saw the scene of the two fighting.
The blood poured from one of the guy’s nose as a fist collided with it, making Aren tilt his head and tch. Not that he was the best fighter, but usually fighting in the streets wasn't the greatest thing in the world.
Uriel looked a little different as he watched, and Aren’s facial expression turned from idle watching to concern as Uriel ducked into an alley to spit. Naturally he followed, resisting the urge to pat or rub his back the way he used to do with Lace when she was sick. He missed his sister, missed having someone to take care of besides himself. Now it seemed he was the one getting taken care of.
His eyes widened at the black substance that was ejected onto the sidewalk. It was unnatural and quite honestly alarming. Aren didn't know much about angels, but this shouldn't be normal. Especially considering what seemed to bring on the sudden fit. He tried to ignore the slight flash in his guardian’s mouth as he turned around again.
Aren swallowed hard. “Maybe that's something that you should tell me soon.” He really did want to know about Uriel and what had happened to make him need redemption, to make him be cast out and do strange things like that. If he was going to be living with Uriel for… well, ever, he was going to need to know things like that. If not only a safety hazard to him or both of them, he was genuinely curious about what had happened to him.
Aren was more thankful than ever that he was a vegan. For some reason that thought hit him from nowhere.
Aren couldn't really help his amusement as Uriel continued talking about Lucifer. “Uh… sorry. It's just odd hearing about him like that. I mean, you can't really expect me to be unsurprised or get the wrong idea about, er, Lucifer. I am a human, after all.” He laughed a bit nervously. “So I think I'll pass on the cross thing for now.”
Aren gave him a funny look. Even though Uriel had explained it, it was still odd to think of him going on a date with the literal ruler of hell… cloud watching and playing chess. He almost laughed, but managed to stop himself. Uriel didn't quite see the humor.
His face reddened. “No, no clubs. To start, maybe just to dinner and… a movie? That's pretty common. Or there's an ice skating rink in the g-mall. We could go there.” He wracked his brain for different date ideas, bringing to his attention just how long it had been since actually going on a proper date. Kegging didn't really count… right?
Once they reached home, Uriel was already griping and eating his food again.
“Excuse me, but I'm not the richest person. You can go get some if you want.” He muttered, tossing his bag down at the door.
“Maybe this weekend? I'll be really free then.” Aren suggested.
He chuckled slightly at his suggestion at getting a pet, seeing as though he was mildly allergic. Zoë had snakes and reptiles, which were a little difficult getting used to at first, but he didn't mind.
Though waking up with a gecko on your neck wasn't the best experience. Or when a small python escaped it’s tank and he wouldn't use the bathroom for a few days. That was fun.
Aren listened to Uriel’s tangent about some hairless cat and a guy that he apparently used to date. It truly made him feel bad for Uriel. He always thought of immortality as a cruel thing, but now even more so.
“People are idiots, and this guy pretty much sounds like one. No point in getting hung up on someone like that, especially if you have someone else.” He grumbled. His expression softened. “I'm sorry about all that. You really don't seem half bad, and nobody deserves isolation like that.”
The human watched as Uriel opened the book and a small puppy jumped out. Admittedly it was cute, but he wasn't all over it with petting or anything. His gray eyes drifted up to Uriel’s face as he spoke again, stormclouds seeming to brew within them.
He didn't say anything at first. What was he supposed to? Of course he was right. Aren was lonely and it was obvious.
“Great, guess I'll have to cherish the 1% I have, then.” He joked, his expression trying to shift from the grim one it sat in. The puppy disappeared back into the strange book.
“I don't think it was a bad thing that I met you. Or that you met me. I don't know much about you yet, but I think that it will be good for both of us. Like you said, we both need company.” Aren said, now dead serious.
A companion wasn't a bad idea at all. And this time he didn't have to worry about age making him leave or about temporary things. Uriel would live forever, and as far as he knew would be around until the day he died. He would have to depend on the angel, and probably become his closest friend, as he’ll become to Aren. Eternity is a long time. Though Aren knew that he himself would die someday. Maybe he'd die in just enough of a while that Uriel would miss him. Maybe they'd be close by then.
His thoughts were interrupted by the soft flapping of wings.
What?
Uriel stood to get the door, then froze. Aren could feel another presence, and nearly jumped out of his skin at the notice of another figure in the apartment. He backed up toward Uriel. Friend and foe were blurred lines these days.
Though the obvious angel seemed good, he just hoped that he was on the right side of good and bad.
He heard Uriel introduce the angel, and had to do a slight double take. It was almost like meeting a celebrity. A celebrity that he wasn't sure existed before and one that didn't look all that happy. Also wings.
Aren didn't really like the way he was being circled, so naturally he didn't exactly smile at the new angel. “Nice to meet.” He quipped slightly, eyes critically following him.
Aren’s face reddened slightly as he seemed to talk about him like he wasn't even there. He somewhat wished he wasn't. It was incredibly awkward and probably going to turn dangerous soon.
His eyes narrowed as he touched Uriel, and was relieved when he was swatted.
Once again, he questioned Uriel’s claims about humans being the horny rabbits in cages.
The two angels glared at one another for a moment, Aren standing there like a fucking deer in the headlights of two eighteen-wheelers.
Then apparently Gabriel thought it was fine to make himself at home on his couch, his mood seeming to switch drastically.
Gabriel began saying some very angering things. It made Aren scowl. He almost snapped at the angel, but Uriel beat him to it.
He frowned at Uriel in concern, but soon was back to glaring at Gabriel as he was nudged to sit down. Something about the angel already seemed to push his buttons.
He sat, Uriel following to stand near.
“I don't know what you need to talk about, but I don't think it'll end in that.” He muttered, somehow gathering his courage. “So what is it?”
It seemed so insignificant even to him, for a human to be talking that way. He would still do his best to not get Uriel hurt or worse.
((Oh and I loved the cross-over! x3))
@Krampus
)Uriel talked about the absolute strangest things and switched conversations like a light switch. It also seemed like, no matter how much he was practically shaming humans about being dirty, he was always looking for a way to talk about dirty things. It was pretty confusing, but Aren was done trying to figure things out in that moment. He decided not to intone on the matter of certain differences in humans and angels.
Aren snorted in response to his comment about being trouble prone. “Damn, seems I just decided to walk home on the wrong day at the wrong time. Though I would have probably done something stupid like try to fight those monster things with my bare hands. Which probably wouldn't have ended well.” He chortled sheepishly, and was about to continue when he saw the scene of the two fighting.
The blood poured from one of the guy’s nose as a fist collided with it, making Aren tilt his head and tch. Not that he was the best fighter, but usually fighting in the streets wasn't the greatest thing in the world.
Uriel looked a little different as he watched, and Aren’s facial expression turned from idle watching to concern as Uriel ducked into an alley to spit. Naturally he followed, resisting the urge to pat or rub his back the way he used to do with Lace when she was sick. He missed his sister, missed having someone to take care of besides himself. Now it seemed he was the one getting taken care of.
His eyes widened at the black substance that was ejected onto the sidewalk. It was unnatural and quite honestly alarming. Aren didn't know much about angels, but this shouldn't be normal. Especially considering what seemed to bring on the sudden fit. He tried to ignore the slight flash in his guardian’s mouth as he turned around again.
Aren swallowed hard. “Maybe that's something that you should tell me soon.” He really did want to know about Uriel and what had happened to make him need redemption, to make him be cast out and do strange things like that. If he was going to be living with Uriel for… well, ever, he was going to need to know things like that. If not only a safety hazard to him or both of them, he was genuinely curious about what had happened to him.
Aren was more thankful than ever that he was a vegan. For some reason that thought hit him from nowhere.
Aren couldn't really help his amusement as Uriel continued talking about Lucifer. “Uh… sorry. It's just odd hearing about him like that. I mean, you can't really expect me to be unsurprised or get the wrong idea about, er, Lucifer. I am a human, after all.” He laughed a bit nervously. “So I think I'll pass on the cross thing for now.”
Aren gave him a funny look. Even though Uriel had explained it, it was still odd to think of him going on a date with the literal ruler of hell… cloud watching and playing chess. He almost laughed, but managed to stop himself. Uriel didn't quite see the humor.
His face reddened. “No, no clubs. To start, maybe just to dinner and… a movie? That's pretty common. Or there's an ice skating rink in the g-mall. We could go there.” He wracked his brain for different date ideas, bringing to his attention just how long it had been since actually going on a proper date. Kegging didn't really count… right?
Once they reached home, Uriel was already griping and eating his food again.
“Excuse me, but I'm not the richest person. You can go get some if you want.” He muttered, tossing his bag down at the door.
“Maybe this weekend? I'll be really free then.” Aren suggested.
He chuckled slightly at his suggestion at getting a pet, seeing as though he was mildly allergic. Zoë had snakes and reptiles, which were a little difficult getting used to at first, but he didn't mind.
Though waking up with a gecko on your neck wasn't the best experience. Or when a small python escaped it’s tank and he wouldn't use the bathroom for a few days. That was fun.
Aren listened to Uriel’s tangent about some hairless cat and a guy that he apparently used to date. It truly made him feel bad for Uriel. He always thought of immortality as a cruel thing, but now even more so.
“People are idiots, and this guy pretty much sounds like one. No point in getting hung up on someone like that, especially if you have someone else.” He grumbled. His expression softened. “I'm sorry about all that. You really don't seem half bad, and nobody deserves isolation like that.”
The human watched as Uriel opened the book and a small puppy jumped out. Admittedly it was cute, but he wasn't all over it with petting or anything. His gray eyes drifted up to Uriel’s face as he spoke again, stormclouds seeming to brew within them.
He didn't say anything at first. What was he supposed to? Of course he was right. Aren was lonely and it was obvious.
“Great, guess I'll have to cherish the 1% I have, then.” He joked, his expression trying to shift from the grim one it sat in. The puppy disappeared back into the strange book.
“I don't think it was a bad thing that I met you. Or that you met me. I don't know much about you yet, but I think that it will be good for both of us. Like you said, we both need company.” Aren said, now dead serious.
A companion wasn't a bad idea at all. And this time he didn't have to worry about age making him leave or about temporary things. Uriel would live forever, and as far as he knew would be around until the day he died. He would have to depend on the angel, and probably become his closest friend, as he’ll become to Aren. Eternity is a long time. Though Aren knew that he himself would die someday. Maybe he'd die in just enough of a while that Uriel would miss him. Maybe they'd be close by then.
His thoughts were interrupted by the soft flapping of wings.
What?
Uriel stood to get the door, then froze. Aren could feel another presence, and nearly jumped out of his skin at the notice of another figure in the apartment. He backed up toward Uriel. Friend and foe were blurred lines these days.
Though the obvious angel seemed good, he just hoped that he was on the right side of good and bad.
He heard Uriel introduce the angel, and had to do a slight double take. It was almost like meeting a celebrity. A celebrity that he wasn't sure existed before and one that didn't look all that happy. Also wings.
Aren didn't really like the way he was being circled, so naturally he didn't exactly smile at the new angel. “Nice to meet.” He quipped slightly, eyes critically following him.
Aren’s face reddened slightly as he seemed to talk about him like he wasn't even there. He somewhat wished he wasn't. It was incredibly awkward and probably going to turn dangerous soon.
His eyes narrowed as he touched Uriel, and was relieved when he was swatted.
Once again, he questioned Uriel’s claims about humans being the horny rabbits in cages.
The two angels glared at one another for a moment, Aren standing there like a fucking deer in the headlights of two eighteen-wheelers.
Then apparently Gabriel thought it was fine to make himself at home on his couch, his mood seeming to switch drastically.
Gabriel began saying some very angering things. It made Aren scowl. He almost snapped at the angel, but Uriel beat him to it.
He frowned at Uriel in concern, but soon was back to glaring at Gabriel as he was nudged to sit down. Something about the angel already seemed to push his buttons.
He sat, Uriel following to stand near.
“I don't know what you need to talk about, but I don't think it'll end in that.” He muttered, somehow gathering his courage. “So what is it?”
It seemed so insignificant even to him, for a human to be talking that way. He would still do his best to not get Uriel hurt or worse.
((Oh and I loved the cross-over! x3))
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Santa's Shadow
"Like I said, perhaps as a bedtime story tonight," Uriel said with a fake creepy smile "Let you go to sleep on a frightening note." His fake smile disappeared, and he said seriously "Really though, I'll tell you. Can't keep many secrets from you forever." He really felt like it though. The few people he told his story to found an excuse to leave two seconds later. Aren was stuck with Uriel though, which was the only reason he was agreeing to tell his ward anything.
"Dinner and a movie. Why not?" He spoke thoughtfully "It's been a while since I've been to either, really. Weekend it is then." He felt excited about it suddenly, as if only just registering that Aren said yes. Even though it wasn't going to be anything grand, he still happy to already be getting to know Aren.
He shrugged when Aren said he hadn't imagined Lucifer in such a way, Uriel merely said "From light, comes darkness. And from darkness, light. Lucifer wasn't always what he is now."
When Aren responded about the being lonely topic, Uriel nodded, saying "You're right. Nobody deserves to be alone, even bad people. Even immortal beings. It's why I... act out a little. It's a head turner. Gets attention, which sometimes gets me a friend. Until they die, anyway. We probably won't get so far as to bed each other, but I can tell we'll at least become good friends. I wouldn't be able to stand it otherwise."
As Gabriel and Aren took each other in, Uriel smirked when he could tell Aren didn't like Gabriel. The young angel seemed to have the ability to earn dislike at first. Still, Uriel would admit, Gabriel was great to be around if you actually took the opportunity to pursue friendship. It was just really hard to do so.
"Attractive ones are always asses," Gabriel sighed to Uriel as he looked at Aren "Including myself. You should let me take him to my club so I can punish him." Uriel snorted laughter, saying "One, he's my ward, so I deal punishment. Not that you're getting any, Aren. And two, your weird ass lifestyle doesn't catch his fancy at the moment." The older angel's attitude had changed entirely. Anger, annoyed, cursing. Uriel was mad at Gabriel, because he saved the whelp's life from hell, and because Gabriel did nothing to defend him from Raphael and Michael dealing punishment.
"Can't knock it until you try it," Gabriel said with a shrug "Isn't that right, Uriel?" They glared at each other again, but that time Uriel's eyes had dilated so much that the iris was no longer visible, and it was all just pupil. He moved forward Gabriel in a rather threatening manner, but the young boy snapped his fingers, and Uriel doubled over in pain. Groaning, he clutched at his tightly shut eyes, blood running through the fingers that hid them. A minute passed before Gabriel snapped his fingers again, and Uriel's red tears stopped. Grumbling, the elder angel merely went to go wash off the red, Gabriel calling after him "You're not the head honcho anymore. I think Michael is glad."
"Yeah," Uriel said sarcastically "He's as glad as he is that I'm gay." Michael and Raphael loved Gabriel and Uriel dearly, but they were both unhappy with the fact that two Archangels of God would rather fuck men than women. And yeah, Michael had taken the lead after Uriel fell, but he wasn't exactly as good a leader.
Uriel just felt like being somewhere else as Gabriel went on "Don't give me that look. Anyway, Michael and Raphael need you back home, not staying here with... him, once you've earned your wings back."
"I already have wings," Uriel said simply, his midnight blues spreading out a little "So I think I can cope for now. If Michael is so happy being the leader, then he doesn't need me home anymore.."
"Those aren't these," Gabriel pretty much bragged, his fluffy white wings extending as he sat forward a bit. Many would admit, Gabriel's wings looked better than Uriel's. Looked safer as he let them encase his body, snuggling into them like a happy kid would his blankie. His older brother folded his wings, not retracting them, as he looked down with a glare. An angel's wings were colored on their purity. The darkest shades were Uriel's, and Lucifer's, who had black wings. Yet, Uriel still tried to help and be good. Mostly because he was being forced to. If he hadn't been forced, he'd probably still be a horrible monster that ate kids with a side of adult pelvic bones and ground up babies as dipping sauce. Okay, that was an exaggeration, but the point was that Uriel would still be evil if he hadn't been put in 'happy School' to correct his ways.
Uriel took his spot near Aren again, and Gabriel said "Anyway, your task. Like I said, it is to guard. Not bond. What happens when you earn your wings back? You won't have time to come visit with Aren. Probably won't even want to come back to him." His brown eyes watched as Uriel thought for a moment, answering "You have time for everything, because you make time. And that's not how guardian angels function. We 'mate for life', so to speak. I already explained that we're joined at the hip until he dies. Perhaps you don't understand that because you decided to fashion yourself like a twink at a club, switching men after every fuck."
"Hey, it's fun," Gabriel said with a glare "But I haven't switched in a while though. Lucifer would get pretty pissed, especially because I have this to wear." Waving his finger, an obsidian studded collar shimmered into view to hang off his finger like it would on a rack. He smiled innocently, more or less, as Uriel's brows snapped downward in a bend. The older angel's aura boomed out so harshly, that any demon in the city was deemed dead for real. It was so tempting to throttle Gabriel as he toyed with the collar for a second before letting it shimmer back out of view. If looks could kill, Gabriel would be past his twentieth afterlife already.
"I'm leaving for a while," Uriel snapped suddenly "And I swear, if I find out you touched Aren, I will find a way to murder you." Turning around, he murmured in Aren's ear "Be careful, and please boot that shit out as soon as you can. I'll be back late tonight, or early tomorrow. If you need me before then, touch this." One hand grabbed Aren's shirt collar, pulling so it revealed a portion of skin just below the right collar bone. Uriel's free hand touched the exposed skin. A hushing noise sounded out, and a mark was on Aren's collar when Uriel pulled his fingers back. It looked like the symbol on Uriel's book. A cross with a ring over it. No pain, no anything bad. It just... appeared, in a rush of warmth, like how you felt when you wrapped yourself in a warm blanket. Turning, Uriel then simply spread his wings. And then he was gone. Quicker than any blink could ever come close to. It was a bit obvious as to where he was going. To confront a certain devil.
Gabriel looked at Aren again, saying "I heard, and you don't need to boot me out. I need to be somewhere myself." Then, he got up, and walked over to Aren. Crouching in front of him, he said "You're his favorite already. He never cared so much as to give anyone God's Tears. And, you just might need them soon." Gabriel then reached out, and poked Aren's nose lightly, giggling "Don't tell Uriel that I 'touched' you. See you whenever, Aren." Then, he was gone as well, leaving Aren completely alone.
(Leaves no other option but to skip xD I'll leave it to you though in your next post. You can maybe include a skip to during the party Aren mentioned, or after x3 There's not much to do between that time, which is why I encourage a timeskip :3)
@Kaicep
"Dinner and a movie. Why not?" He spoke thoughtfully "It's been a while since I've been to either, really. Weekend it is then." He felt excited about it suddenly, as if only just registering that Aren said yes. Even though it wasn't going to be anything grand, he still happy to already be getting to know Aren.
He shrugged when Aren said he hadn't imagined Lucifer in such a way, Uriel merely said "From light, comes darkness. And from darkness, light. Lucifer wasn't always what he is now."
When Aren responded about the being lonely topic, Uriel nodded, saying "You're right. Nobody deserves to be alone, even bad people. Even immortal beings. It's why I... act out a little. It's a head turner. Gets attention, which sometimes gets me a friend. Until they die, anyway. We probably won't get so far as to bed each other, but I can tell we'll at least become good friends. I wouldn't be able to stand it otherwise."
As Gabriel and Aren took each other in, Uriel smirked when he could tell Aren didn't like Gabriel. The young angel seemed to have the ability to earn dislike at first. Still, Uriel would admit, Gabriel was great to be around if you actually took the opportunity to pursue friendship. It was just really hard to do so.
"Attractive ones are always asses," Gabriel sighed to Uriel as he looked at Aren "Including myself. You should let me take him to my club so I can punish him." Uriel snorted laughter, saying "One, he's my ward, so I deal punishment. Not that you're getting any, Aren. And two, your weird ass lifestyle doesn't catch his fancy at the moment." The older angel's attitude had changed entirely. Anger, annoyed, cursing. Uriel was mad at Gabriel, because he saved the whelp's life from hell, and because Gabriel did nothing to defend him from Raphael and Michael dealing punishment.
"Can't knock it until you try it," Gabriel said with a shrug "Isn't that right, Uriel?" They glared at each other again, but that time Uriel's eyes had dilated so much that the iris was no longer visible, and it was all just pupil. He moved forward Gabriel in a rather threatening manner, but the young boy snapped his fingers, and Uriel doubled over in pain. Groaning, he clutched at his tightly shut eyes, blood running through the fingers that hid them. A minute passed before Gabriel snapped his fingers again, and Uriel's red tears stopped. Grumbling, the elder angel merely went to go wash off the red, Gabriel calling after him "You're not the head honcho anymore. I think Michael is glad."
"Yeah," Uriel said sarcastically "He's as glad as he is that I'm gay." Michael and Raphael loved Gabriel and Uriel dearly, but they were both unhappy with the fact that two Archangels of God would rather fuck men than women. And yeah, Michael had taken the lead after Uriel fell, but he wasn't exactly as good a leader.
Uriel just felt like being somewhere else as Gabriel went on "Don't give me that look. Anyway, Michael and Raphael need you back home, not staying here with... him, once you've earned your wings back."
"I already have wings," Uriel said simply, his midnight blues spreading out a little "So I think I can cope for now. If Michael is so happy being the leader, then he doesn't need me home anymore.."
"Those aren't these," Gabriel pretty much bragged, his fluffy white wings extending as he sat forward a bit. Many would admit, Gabriel's wings looked better than Uriel's. Looked safer as he let them encase his body, snuggling into them like a happy kid would his blankie. His older brother folded his wings, not retracting them, as he looked down with a glare. An angel's wings were colored on their purity. The darkest shades were Uriel's, and Lucifer's, who had black wings. Yet, Uriel still tried to help and be good. Mostly because he was being forced to. If he hadn't been forced, he'd probably still be a horrible monster that ate kids with a side of adult pelvic bones and ground up babies as dipping sauce. Okay, that was an exaggeration, but the point was that Uriel would still be evil if he hadn't been put in 'happy School' to correct his ways.
Uriel took his spot near Aren again, and Gabriel said "Anyway, your task. Like I said, it is to guard. Not bond. What happens when you earn your wings back? You won't have time to come visit with Aren. Probably won't even want to come back to him." His brown eyes watched as Uriel thought for a moment, answering "You have time for everything, because you make time. And that's not how guardian angels function. We 'mate for life', so to speak. I already explained that we're joined at the hip until he dies. Perhaps you don't understand that because you decided to fashion yourself like a twink at a club, switching men after every fuck."
"Hey, it's fun," Gabriel said with a glare "But I haven't switched in a while though. Lucifer would get pretty pissed, especially because I have this to wear." Waving his finger, an obsidian studded collar shimmered into view to hang off his finger like it would on a rack. He smiled innocently, more or less, as Uriel's brows snapped downward in a bend. The older angel's aura boomed out so harshly, that any demon in the city was deemed dead for real. It was so tempting to throttle Gabriel as he toyed with the collar for a second before letting it shimmer back out of view. If looks could kill, Gabriel would be past his twentieth afterlife already.
"I'm leaving for a while," Uriel snapped suddenly "And I swear, if I find out you touched Aren, I will find a way to murder you." Turning around, he murmured in Aren's ear "Be careful, and please boot that shit out as soon as you can. I'll be back late tonight, or early tomorrow. If you need me before then, touch this." One hand grabbed Aren's shirt collar, pulling so it revealed a portion of skin just below the right collar bone. Uriel's free hand touched the exposed skin. A hushing noise sounded out, and a mark was on Aren's collar when Uriel pulled his fingers back. It looked like the symbol on Uriel's book. A cross with a ring over it. No pain, no anything bad. It just... appeared, in a rush of warmth, like how you felt when you wrapped yourself in a warm blanket. Turning, Uriel then simply spread his wings. And then he was gone. Quicker than any blink could ever come close to. It was a bit obvious as to where he was going. To confront a certain devil.
Gabriel looked at Aren again, saying "I heard, and you don't need to boot me out. I need to be somewhere myself." Then, he got up, and walked over to Aren. Crouching in front of him, he said "You're his favorite already. He never cared so much as to give anyone God's Tears. And, you just might need them soon." Gabriel then reached out, and poked Aren's nose lightly, giggling "Don't tell Uriel that I 'touched' you. See you whenever, Aren." Then, he was gone as well, leaving Aren completely alone.
(Leaves no other option but to skip xD I'll leave it to you though in your next post. You can maybe include a skip to during the party Aren mentioned, or after x3 There's not much to do between that time, which is why I encourage a timeskip :3)
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Kai
(Really short and late, but hey: it's done .-.)
(Happy belated Halloween, by the way!)
Aren giggled wildly, the lights and people around him seeming to suffocate any rational thought. That along with the large amounts of alcohol he’d consumed (especially with his small bodily stature). He had hopped up onto a counter and was dancing around like an absolute lunatic. He looked ridiculous, but he didn't exactly mind. Nothing in that moment really mattered besides getting lost.
He began tapping a keg not too long after, hanging upside down while people chanted ‘Aric’ continuously until he was finished and very much drunk.
Aric was the name on his fake ID, and just simply one he'd been introducing himself as while not sober. It had become nothing but habit, even though Aren usually didn’t remember what he did when Aric took over. Getting Aren drunk was pretty easy. He liked it, though he was often in a lot of pain the next day. He was a high school student with an alcohol, partying, and smoking addiction. Officially he could give a list of things wrong with him and it wouldn’t take very long.
Aren was laughing and flirting with an attractive guy, a very uncharacteristic grin spread across his face. Aren normally was an insane flirt with a loud personality. Making out with random guys wasn't uncommon either. (Not that he'd remember.)
He was distracted and drunk, and very much didn’t pay the slightest attention to the drink that he was being passed. He didn’t know about who had dropped something in it and passed it to him. Aren downed the caramel liquid with a smile, but soon he began to feel feverish and weak.
“I think I should… sIT dowN.” He tipped slightly to either side, the unnamed good-looking guy supporting one of his arms as he led him to a couch. “Are you okay?” His fuzzy voice felt as though it was coming out of the end of a long train tunnel at the end of Aren’s vision. Before it had been a vague shell, a drunken out-of-body feeling, but now it was like he was buried deep inside. Looking up and out as he reacted on his own.
“Yeahh, just a little wobbs.” He giggled. Was that even a word? Who cares. The guy gave him a slightly concerned look, but Aric continued. “Y’know whhat I want? Two stuff:” He jumped his legs beneath him and sat on his heels. “I wanna dye my hair. And I wanna make out again.”
The guy laughed, but soon they were actually in the middle of a fairly heated make-out session. Normally Aric didn’t even ask, it just happened. Most of the time he just randomly advanced and didn’t take anything remotely seriously.
Aren became out of breath, trying to keep up but ending up rasping for air and heaving, all of his muscles filled with tiny fibers of drains that made it impossible for him to sit up independently… or even proactively keep his eyes focused. It was like being trapped. Suddenly he was alone on the couch, looking up at passing people in utter confusion. He tried to yell out but his voice wouldn’t work. Nobody would help him.
A familiar face emerged beside him. Sean’s green eyes sparkled back at him. “Hey.” He smirked.
Aren blinked up at him, hysterical laughter clinging to his gut. “Hhiii~! Faancy seeing YOU here.” Giggles bubbled up through his throat.
Sean didn’t say anything else. He was on Aren in an instant, kissing and drowning him in fatigue and waning consciousness. His hands were in Sean’s hair, Sean’s hands under his shirt.
The rest blurred by, flashes of color and darkness and light, shimmers of people and moving as though being half-asleep and forced to walk. When he found another thread of consciousness, they were in another room.
Sean was standing, talking to someone else in a low voice. Aren was lying on a futon couch, stashed there carelessly.
Sean looked over at him with cold eyes. It was unsettling and confusing for someone so drunk to understand.
The man talking to Sean had a mean face, and was really tall. He walked over and sat down on the cushions beside Aren. Sean advanced forward.
Somehow the situation spelled trouble to Aren, so somehow he managed to gain the strength to sit up and try his best to stagger toward the door of the dark room. The new man gripped him by the wrist and yanked him back, seizing the smaller and rather skinny boy into his lap. He struggled, but his energy had already waned. He was helpless, and the drug had made sure of it. Sean moved forward and began trying to kiss him again, but this time Aren pulled his head away. He became angrier and more physical, but Aren couldn’t do anything but attempt to cry out a few times. “Heysto--” Aren complained, unable to find anything else to say.
“Please.” He squeaked, but Sean just snickered. His hands roamed even more. They began moving his shirt up too. “Stop it!” Aren tried to yell, but it probably didn’t come out as anything more than a pitiful groan.
He slammed his head back against his captor with all his might, feeling his face collide with the back of his head. It wasn’t much, but it was just enough to startle him. Aren struggled to pass Sean and only ended up face-first on the floor.
Sean yanked him off of the ground and threw him back into the futon. He struck him hard across the face, and blood from Aren’s lip platted softly onto the floor. Aren was pushed back again, tears spilling out of the corners of his eyes at the pain and shock of being hit. He reached down to his now-bare collarbone as his shirt was pulled up around his arms. His fingers grazed the marked skin that Uriel had left, in a forgotten attempt to finally call him.
The other man was already somehow gone, and Sean took his final pleasure by elbowing Aren in the face and ribs, making him see stars. He could taste the blood on his lip as he was left alone in the cold room, bound, wounded, and basically half-naked. At least Sean seemed to change his mind about anything else, which was a miracle in of itself. He was probably completely gone by then.
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(Happy belated Halloween, by the way!)
Aren giggled wildly, the lights and people around him seeming to suffocate any rational thought. That along with the large amounts of alcohol he’d consumed (especially with his small bodily stature). He had hopped up onto a counter and was dancing around like an absolute lunatic. He looked ridiculous, but he didn't exactly mind. Nothing in that moment really mattered besides getting lost.
He began tapping a keg not too long after, hanging upside down while people chanted ‘Aric’ continuously until he was finished and very much drunk.
Aric was the name on his fake ID, and just simply one he'd been introducing himself as while not sober. It had become nothing but habit, even though Aren usually didn’t remember what he did when Aric took over. Getting Aren drunk was pretty easy. He liked it, though he was often in a lot of pain the next day. He was a high school student with an alcohol, partying, and smoking addiction. Officially he could give a list of things wrong with him and it wouldn’t take very long.
Aren was laughing and flirting with an attractive guy, a very uncharacteristic grin spread across his face. Aren normally was an insane flirt with a loud personality. Making out with random guys wasn't uncommon either. (Not that he'd remember.)
He was distracted and drunk, and very much didn’t pay the slightest attention to the drink that he was being passed. He didn’t know about who had dropped something in it and passed it to him. Aren downed the caramel liquid with a smile, but soon he began to feel feverish and weak.
“I think I should… sIT dowN.” He tipped slightly to either side, the unnamed good-looking guy supporting one of his arms as he led him to a couch. “Are you okay?” His fuzzy voice felt as though it was coming out of the end of a long train tunnel at the end of Aren’s vision. Before it had been a vague shell, a drunken out-of-body feeling, but now it was like he was buried deep inside. Looking up and out as he reacted on his own.
“Yeahh, just a little wobbs.” He giggled. Was that even a word? Who cares. The guy gave him a slightly concerned look, but Aric continued. “Y’know whhat I want? Two stuff:” He jumped his legs beneath him and sat on his heels. “I wanna dye my hair. And I wanna make out again.”
The guy laughed, but soon they were actually in the middle of a fairly heated make-out session. Normally Aric didn’t even ask, it just happened. Most of the time he just randomly advanced and didn’t take anything remotely seriously.
Aren became out of breath, trying to keep up but ending up rasping for air and heaving, all of his muscles filled with tiny fibers of drains that made it impossible for him to sit up independently… or even proactively keep his eyes focused. It was like being trapped. Suddenly he was alone on the couch, looking up at passing people in utter confusion. He tried to yell out but his voice wouldn’t work. Nobody would help him.
A familiar face emerged beside him. Sean’s green eyes sparkled back at him. “Hey.” He smirked.
Aren blinked up at him, hysterical laughter clinging to his gut. “Hhiii~! Faancy seeing YOU here.” Giggles bubbled up through his throat.
Sean didn’t say anything else. He was on Aren in an instant, kissing and drowning him in fatigue and waning consciousness. His hands were in Sean’s hair, Sean’s hands under his shirt.
The rest blurred by, flashes of color and darkness and light, shimmers of people and moving as though being half-asleep and forced to walk. When he found another thread of consciousness, they were in another room.
Sean was standing, talking to someone else in a low voice. Aren was lying on a futon couch, stashed there carelessly.
Sean looked over at him with cold eyes. It was unsettling and confusing for someone so drunk to understand.
The man talking to Sean had a mean face, and was really tall. He walked over and sat down on the cushions beside Aren. Sean advanced forward.
Somehow the situation spelled trouble to Aren, so somehow he managed to gain the strength to sit up and try his best to stagger toward the door of the dark room. The new man gripped him by the wrist and yanked him back, seizing the smaller and rather skinny boy into his lap. He struggled, but his energy had already waned. He was helpless, and the drug had made sure of it. Sean moved forward and began trying to kiss him again, but this time Aren pulled his head away. He became angrier and more physical, but Aren couldn’t do anything but attempt to cry out a few times. “Heysto--” Aren complained, unable to find anything else to say.
“Please.” He squeaked, but Sean just snickered. His hands roamed even more. They began moving his shirt up too. “Stop it!” Aren tried to yell, but it probably didn’t come out as anything more than a pitiful groan.
He slammed his head back against his captor with all his might, feeling his face collide with the back of his head. It wasn’t much, but it was just enough to startle him. Aren struggled to pass Sean and only ended up face-first on the floor.
Sean yanked him off of the ground and threw him back into the futon. He struck him hard across the face, and blood from Aren’s lip platted softly onto the floor. Aren was pushed back again, tears spilling out of the corners of his eyes at the pain and shock of being hit. He reached down to his now-bare collarbone as his shirt was pulled up around his arms. His fingers grazed the marked skin that Uriel had left, in a forgotten attempt to finally call him.
The other man was already somehow gone, and Sean took his final pleasure by elbowing Aren in the face and ribs, making him see stars. He could taste the blood on his lip as he was left alone in the cold room, bound, wounded, and basically half-naked. At least Sean seemed to change his mind about anything else, which was a miracle in of itself. He was probably completely gone by then.
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Krampus
Santa's Shadow
(Like I always say, as long as it isn't a one liner you're good to go)
(And happy belated Halloween to you too x3 Did you do anything?)
(Ugh, this reply is cringe worthy ;_; So short xc)
Uriel almost didn't come. The angel got glimpses of Aren's view because of the brand he gave, which served as a sort of connection. And he wasn't happy with anything he saw. Especially the make-out sessions. Even more so when Aren was loopy enough to "swap spit" with Sean. He had convinced himself not to go, until Aren was suddenly in distress. The guardian was late though, because he was still fighting and dealing with a certain someone.
To touch that mark though, was like pulling at Uriel's hair to drag him somewhere. He had to go, whether he liked it or not. Not that he didn't dislike it. Giving Aren the mark for a reason, he cared for his ward. Even though they've only known each other for less than a week.
A sign that something did come to Aren, however, was the soft metal clink nearing the room. Peeking into the room was a silver head. How it even got in without being seen was another mystery, more or less. When it turned to Aren, one could see blood leaking out through the closed metal eyelids. One step, then two. Creeping into the room, it revealed the rest of its body. It shuddered and sneezed, blood snorting out of its nose. Walking toward Aren, the figure crouched by the injured blonde, eyelids opening halfway to reveal a pair familiar blue eyes. Yet, they looked completely foreign in the sockets of the metal creature.
Uriel sniffed at Aren, black drool falling from his metal mouth at the scent of more blood, a long tongue lolling out. Was he literally drooling over Aren? Yep. Not that he cared at the current moment. Uriel's metal covered face was now an inch away from Aren, as if examining him. Uriel's whole figure smelled like blood and rotting flesh. His jaws opened, the crease going past his cheek bones. Metal fangs glinted in the dim room, along with the fleshen teeth underneath, still apart of the original body, but with no skin to guard it. Honestly, Uriel was currently crazed enough to eat Aren. Blood, bones and all. Still, he refrained from doing so. Barely. He was about to snap his jaws down, but checked himself and stumbled back a little. Shaking his head a little, his eyes closed, and so did the nasty set of jaws. Smelling Aren again, he tilted his head at the scent of drugs. It was tempting to hunt down Sean and the mystery man, as Uriel had their scents from the room. Aren was his priority though. Raising his hand, the metal retracted to reveal a hand absent of skin, blood spilling everywhere and bone showing a little. Still, he pressed a finger to the side of Aren's mouth, wiping the blood off. The metal creature licked his own finger, tasting the new blood. Then, Uriel ran his hands over Aren's face and ribs, no matter how weird an action it was. And yes, he was leaving blood everywhere. Uriel was checking for broken bone though. Not finding anything broken, he took his hand back, the metal closing over it. Stepping away, Uriel began changing back. Various groans and even whimpers filled the room before he was human again, walking back over to Aren.
"You look and smell like a mess," Uriel told him simply, softly as he stood over Aren, looking down at him. Blue eyes narrowed before he moved again. Time to get his ward home. Uriel would slap Aren over the head if he made the freak request to stay or something. How the fuck would someone want to stay after being a hair from getting raped? Or that's what Uriel assumed, with all the hormones floating around. And the very slight signs of struggle.
Pulling Aren's shirt back down over his body, Uriel just sighed as he sat the boy up. The day was going just great, wasn't it? This was the third time already that Uriel left Aren unprotected. Shameful. His one job was to watch Aren. He probably should've gone with him, or not not even let him go at all. The shorter man simply picked him up bridal style, and then they were back home. A little angel version of traveling. Uriel assumed Aren wouldn't make the trip walking, or even remain adequately conscious. And Uriel didn't feel like walking while carrying his careless ass. Humans just loved to put themselves in all kinds of danger, be our physical, emotional, mental, whichever.
"You just can't stay out of trouble, can you?" Uriel muttered, yet there was concern in his voice. The coal-curled figure did proceed to carry Aren to his room to lay him on his bed. Did he "accidentally" drop Aren onto the bed a little too roughly? Yes he did. After that, the angel didn't know what else to do. Cleaning Aren would risk spooking him even more, so the blonde could do that on his own. In the morning, Uriel decided. And the injuries Aren had? He got to keep them. The angel was still annoyed with Aren. Uriel settled down beside the thinner guy, at the foot of his bed. He knew Aren didn't like the idea of Uriel watching him while he slept, but after what could've happened? What if those nuts tried something again? Snatched him up while he was sleeping? Whether Aren liked it or not, he was going to be watched tonight, as creepy as it sounded.
He grumbled for the billionth time that night, and proceeded to pull Aren to him, moving more onto the bed. Sitting up, he pretty much just pulled Aren into his lap. Midnight wings extended from his back, unlike the metal ones from earlier, and one curled around Aren like a blanket. If Aren protested, he didn't care. It wasn't like the foolish teen had the strength or right mind to move Uriel away at this point. And so, he waited for Aren to do something, or nothing.
"You're going to find those idiots who messed with you tomorrow," Uriel said, reaching under his wing to poke Aren in the side "And I'm coming with you." Placing his wing over Aren again, Uriel looked around, eyes closing. Honestly, he was tired as fuck. He wanted sleep, so badly. Feeling his eyes beginning to close, he shook his head a little. No... sleep meant nightmares, and nightmares meant going crazy. Still, the angel couldn't help it, and fell asleep, whether Aren was sleeping or not. He did so sitting up, wings keeping him from slumping too much. Almost immediately though, he began twitching in his sleep. Brows bending a little, he was obviously dreaming. He flinched slightly, and a few metal feathers slid into view on his wings, and his lips parted to make way for silvery canine fangs. It went no further after that though, but one could still see his distressed state. Muttering in his sleep, tense muscles, shifting, but even in his unconscious he made sure Aren didn't get pushed off the bed or something. Or killed. Uriel actually tightened his grip on Aren for a little bit before loosening it again, his breathing slowing down a little as he calmed down for now.
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(And happy belated Halloween to you too x3 Did you do anything?)
(Ugh, this reply is cringe worthy ;_; So short xc)
Uriel almost didn't come. The angel got glimpses of Aren's view because of the brand he gave, which served as a sort of connection. And he wasn't happy with anything he saw. Especially the make-out sessions. Even more so when Aren was loopy enough to "swap spit" with Sean. He had convinced himself not to go, until Aren was suddenly in distress. The guardian was late though, because he was still fighting and dealing with a certain someone.
To touch that mark though, was like pulling at Uriel's hair to drag him somewhere. He had to go, whether he liked it or not. Not that he didn't dislike it. Giving Aren the mark for a reason, he cared for his ward. Even though they've only known each other for less than a week.
A sign that something did come to Aren, however, was the soft metal clink nearing the room. Peeking into the room was a silver head. How it even got in without being seen was another mystery, more or less. When it turned to Aren, one could see blood leaking out through the closed metal eyelids. One step, then two. Creeping into the room, it revealed the rest of its body. It shuddered and sneezed, blood snorting out of its nose. Walking toward Aren, the figure crouched by the injured blonde, eyelids opening halfway to reveal a pair familiar blue eyes. Yet, they looked completely foreign in the sockets of the metal creature.
Uriel sniffed at Aren, black drool falling from his metal mouth at the scent of more blood, a long tongue lolling out. Was he literally drooling over Aren? Yep. Not that he cared at the current moment. Uriel's metal covered face was now an inch away from Aren, as if examining him. Uriel's whole figure smelled like blood and rotting flesh. His jaws opened, the crease going past his cheek bones. Metal fangs glinted in the dim room, along with the fleshen teeth underneath, still apart of the original body, but with no skin to guard it. Honestly, Uriel was currently crazed enough to eat Aren. Blood, bones and all. Still, he refrained from doing so. Barely. He was about to snap his jaws down, but checked himself and stumbled back a little. Shaking his head a little, his eyes closed, and so did the nasty set of jaws. Smelling Aren again, he tilted his head at the scent of drugs. It was tempting to hunt down Sean and the mystery man, as Uriel had their scents from the room. Aren was his priority though. Raising his hand, the metal retracted to reveal a hand absent of skin, blood spilling everywhere and bone showing a little. Still, he pressed a finger to the side of Aren's mouth, wiping the blood off. The metal creature licked his own finger, tasting the new blood. Then, Uriel ran his hands over Aren's face and ribs, no matter how weird an action it was. And yes, he was leaving blood everywhere. Uriel was checking for broken bone though. Not finding anything broken, he took his hand back, the metal closing over it. Stepping away, Uriel began changing back. Various groans and even whimpers filled the room before he was human again, walking back over to Aren.
"You look and smell like a mess," Uriel told him simply, softly as he stood over Aren, looking down at him. Blue eyes narrowed before he moved again. Time to get his ward home. Uriel would slap Aren over the head if he made the freak request to stay or something. How the fuck would someone want to stay after being a hair from getting raped? Or that's what Uriel assumed, with all the hormones floating around. And the very slight signs of struggle.
Pulling Aren's shirt back down over his body, Uriel just sighed as he sat the boy up. The day was going just great, wasn't it? This was the third time already that Uriel left Aren unprotected. Shameful. His one job was to watch Aren. He probably should've gone with him, or not not even let him go at all. The shorter man simply picked him up bridal style, and then they were back home. A little angel version of traveling. Uriel assumed Aren wouldn't make the trip walking, or even remain adequately conscious. And Uriel didn't feel like walking while carrying his careless ass. Humans just loved to put themselves in all kinds of danger, be our physical, emotional, mental, whichever.
"You just can't stay out of trouble, can you?" Uriel muttered, yet there was concern in his voice. The coal-curled figure did proceed to carry Aren to his room to lay him on his bed. Did he "accidentally" drop Aren onto the bed a little too roughly? Yes he did. After that, the angel didn't know what else to do. Cleaning Aren would risk spooking him even more, so the blonde could do that on his own. In the morning, Uriel decided. And the injuries Aren had? He got to keep them. The angel was still annoyed with Aren. Uriel settled down beside the thinner guy, at the foot of his bed. He knew Aren didn't like the idea of Uriel watching him while he slept, but after what could've happened? What if those nuts tried something again? Snatched him up while he was sleeping? Whether Aren liked it or not, he was going to be watched tonight, as creepy as it sounded.
He grumbled for the billionth time that night, and proceeded to pull Aren to him, moving more onto the bed. Sitting up, he pretty much just pulled Aren into his lap. Midnight wings extended from his back, unlike the metal ones from earlier, and one curled around Aren like a blanket. If Aren protested, he didn't care. It wasn't like the foolish teen had the strength or right mind to move Uriel away at this point. And so, he waited for Aren to do something, or nothing.
"You're going to find those idiots who messed with you tomorrow," Uriel said, reaching under his wing to poke Aren in the side "And I'm coming with you." Placing his wing over Aren again, Uriel looked around, eyes closing. Honestly, he was tired as fuck. He wanted sleep, so badly. Feeling his eyes beginning to close, he shook his head a little. No... sleep meant nightmares, and nightmares meant going crazy. Still, the angel couldn't help it, and fell asleep, whether Aren was sleeping or not. He did so sitting up, wings keeping him from slumping too much. Almost immediately though, he began twitching in his sleep. Brows bending a little, he was obviously dreaming. He flinched slightly, and a few metal feathers slid into view on his wings, and his lips parted to make way for silvery canine fangs. It went no further after that though, but one could still see his distressed state. Muttering in his sleep, tense muscles, shifting, but even in his unconscious he made sure Aren didn't get pushed off the bed or something. Or killed. Uriel actually tightened his grip on Aren for a little bit before loosening it again, his breathing slowing down a little as he calmed down for now.
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(:3 I went trick-or-treating with some friends, then to a Halloween party. Then somehow I ended up climbing Kmart at 1 in the morning. cx The day after I went to Renfest. I was Link from LoZ, and wore the costume there too. Lots of fangirls wanted pictures with me c;
How about yours??)
Aren was swaying in and out of consciousness, having passed out and pulled into a void of nothing. Vague intervals of vision seemed to cut through the darkness, spaces where he opened and closed his eyes in an attempt to wake up. Then he remembered where he was, and he wasn't sure he wanted to.
One could imagine how afraid he felt at seeing the metal creature emerge from the door. He couldn't move or yell, and his eyelids fluttered closed due to the sheer weight that seemed to drag them down again. Dunking him deeper into the black pool of sleep and drowsy fatigue.
The creature was crouching over him, that much he could tell without being able to see or being exactly awake. He was terrified. Less of what he thought he saw than the prospect of actually being insane. Was he seeing things? How drugged and wasted was he? How long had it been? Would he go into a coma?
Aren sank deeper into the pit. In the back of his head he could feel something warm smearing against him, but he wasn't sure if it was real. Nothing felt real. All of it felt like garbled nothingness, an ocean away underwater.
Suddenly someone more familiar seemed to be there. He wasn't sure how long it had been since he arrived or how long he'd been there, but relief couldn't even begin to describe what he felt when he heard Uriel’s voice.
He had been so sure that the strange creature would devour him, or in the very least Sean would return. At that point, anyone who walked in could have their way though, so really he was just afraid of strangers in general. Things didn't seem so bad now.
Aren managed to pry his eyes open for a brief moment, smoky orbs taking in Uriel before closing again. This time he didn't fight it. He could let himself sleep now if he wanted. He was safe.
Aren allowed his angel to pull his shirt down over him again and pull him up, slumping but trying to assist as best as he could.
He felt himself being lifted and carried. Somehow he found the strength to wrap his arms around his neck and keep himself steady. His eyes squeezed shut as he leaned his face against Uriel’s chest.
Whether he blacked out again he couldn't tell, but suddenly they were back at the apartment. Aren made a small noise in response to Uriel’s comment, still clinging to his chest for dear life. Uriel felt warm.
Aren whimpered at being unceremoniously dropped into the bed, eyes opening and looking around. Back at home. In his bed, his room.
A content feeling washed over the boy. He even considered asking Uriel to stay with him for the night, but it was already being put into action. Like hell he was going to complain. He wasn't even really strong enough for that or to resist in any form or fashion.
He laid limply in the bed for a few moments before he was pulled closer to Uriel. He looked at him in confusion as the angel sat him in his lap, but soon a dark wing coiled around him. The feathers felt nice against his skin. It was almost like a warm and soft shell that he could hide in forever.
“Thank you.” He rasped.
Aren flinched at the prod to his side. In that moment the last thing he wanted to do was hunt down Sean or anyone else. He wanted to roll over and forget about it, though it was probably the alcohol thinking. (Or lack therof.)
“O-Okay.” He murmured, not being able to argue at that moment. Aren was in a more gentle stage of drunkenness, not just because of his lacking mobility. He seemed to act differently toward things.
Aren cuddled closer into the wing in a rather uncharacteristically cute manner, face full of bliss. “You're so warm.” He said dreamily.
Aren began drifting off to sleep, but was interrupted by Uriel’s disturbances. He watched the angel struggle internally, and it made him frown. “Uriel?” He whispered, feeling the grasp around him tighten. Aren pulled himself closer to the man. “You're okay.” He declared. “It's okay.”
Aren actually reached out and began to stroke his hair, pressing himself as close to him as he could in order to attempt to comfort him.
But it wasn't long before sleep took over him as well.
@Krampus
How about yours??)
Aren was swaying in and out of consciousness, having passed out and pulled into a void of nothing. Vague intervals of vision seemed to cut through the darkness, spaces where he opened and closed his eyes in an attempt to wake up. Then he remembered where he was, and he wasn't sure he wanted to.
One could imagine how afraid he felt at seeing the metal creature emerge from the door. He couldn't move or yell, and his eyelids fluttered closed due to the sheer weight that seemed to drag them down again. Dunking him deeper into the black pool of sleep and drowsy fatigue.
The creature was crouching over him, that much he could tell without being able to see or being exactly awake. He was terrified. Less of what he thought he saw than the prospect of actually being insane. Was he seeing things? How drugged and wasted was he? How long had it been? Would he go into a coma?
Aren sank deeper into the pit. In the back of his head he could feel something warm smearing against him, but he wasn't sure if it was real. Nothing felt real. All of it felt like garbled nothingness, an ocean away underwater.
Suddenly someone more familiar seemed to be there. He wasn't sure how long it had been since he arrived or how long he'd been there, but relief couldn't even begin to describe what he felt when he heard Uriel’s voice.
He had been so sure that the strange creature would devour him, or in the very least Sean would return. At that point, anyone who walked in could have their way though, so really he was just afraid of strangers in general. Things didn't seem so bad now.
Aren managed to pry his eyes open for a brief moment, smoky orbs taking in Uriel before closing again. This time he didn't fight it. He could let himself sleep now if he wanted. He was safe.
Aren allowed his angel to pull his shirt down over him again and pull him up, slumping but trying to assist as best as he could.
He felt himself being lifted and carried. Somehow he found the strength to wrap his arms around his neck and keep himself steady. His eyes squeezed shut as he leaned his face against Uriel’s chest.
Whether he blacked out again he couldn't tell, but suddenly they were back at the apartment. Aren made a small noise in response to Uriel’s comment, still clinging to his chest for dear life. Uriel felt warm.
Aren whimpered at being unceremoniously dropped into the bed, eyes opening and looking around. Back at home. In his bed, his room.
A content feeling washed over the boy. He even considered asking Uriel to stay with him for the night, but it was already being put into action. Like hell he was going to complain. He wasn't even really strong enough for that or to resist in any form or fashion.
He laid limply in the bed for a few moments before he was pulled closer to Uriel. He looked at him in confusion as the angel sat him in his lap, but soon a dark wing coiled around him. The feathers felt nice against his skin. It was almost like a warm and soft shell that he could hide in forever.
“Thank you.” He rasped.
Aren flinched at the prod to his side. In that moment the last thing he wanted to do was hunt down Sean or anyone else. He wanted to roll over and forget about it, though it was probably the alcohol thinking. (Or lack therof.)
“O-Okay.” He murmured, not being able to argue at that moment. Aren was in a more gentle stage of drunkenness, not just because of his lacking mobility. He seemed to act differently toward things.
Aren cuddled closer into the wing in a rather uncharacteristically cute manner, face full of bliss. “You're so warm.” He said dreamily.
Aren began drifting off to sleep, but was interrupted by Uriel’s disturbances. He watched the angel struggle internally, and it made him frown. “Uriel?” He whispered, feeling the grasp around him tighten. Aren pulled himself closer to the man. “You're okay.” He declared. “It's okay.”
Aren actually reached out and began to stroke his hair, pressing himself as close to him as he could in order to attempt to comfort him.
But it wasn't long before sleep took over him as well.
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Krampus
Santa's Shadow
(I hope you had fun! I didn't go any parties myself. I only went to get le free candy and haunted horses. And Renfest? Cool x3 I haven't played LoZ, but I at least know who Link is x3 Glad you attracted a bunch of attention! :3)
(A group of friends and I dressed as Santa and the Reindeer xD One guy was dressed as Santa, with a cool little sleigh worn around him. The rest of us were hooked up to it like his reindeer (I was Vixen), and we ran around the city. It was difficult to get candy when we were at people's doors, but it was still cool. Tons of people took pictures of and with us X'D)
(Oh, and yesterday, at the mall in Corpus where I live, there was some early Christmas thing called "Santa's Arrival" x3 We went dressed as the crew again, and were there for hours taking pictures :3)
Quiet. Quiet was all it was. No screaming or wailing. No gruesome images. Instead, he dreamt of a peach talking to a leaf. One of the stupidest dreams to hear, but to the dreamer it was one of the greatest. Why? A peach talking to a leaf wasn't painful or horrible to watch. No, Uriel was glad to have a stupid dream. And yes, that's what it was. A dream. Not a nightmare.
For once, he didn't go an entire night with nightmares. The guardian got to sleep peacefully. Perhaps it had something to do with the comforting given to him the night before. Opening his eyes a little, Uriel looked around the room. For a minute or two, he didn't know what the fuck was going on. Then, he felt something under his wing. Turning his head a little, he finally noticed Aren was still tucked into his side. And still in Uriel's grasp, the angel having his arms proactively around him. Uriel smiled, for about two seconds. From last night, there was still his blood smeared on Aren's face, and probably underneath the boy's shirt. Along with it, the red was mixed with traces of black, like the black guck from earlier. Uriel wondered if Aren would remember the metal creature standing over him, about to devour him. Of course, Uriel wouldn't say anything, until Aren brought it up. If he remembered.
'I hope he doesn't view me completely differently if he does,' Uriel thought to himself, enjoying how the stormy-eyed blonde allowed their current closeness. It was relaxing.
Just staying how he was, he decided to wait for Aren to wake up before moving. The angel actually liked being close though, so there was no protest on his part. Uriel only hoped he didn't cause too much disturbance while they both slept. Eyes closing again, he began to doze, not able to fall asleep again.
Okay, scratch that about staying where he was. Uriel was hungry. It was known, and not surprising how he changed subjects or thoughts so quickly. Yet his little talent was entertaining in its own way. The bottomless pit twitched his nose, eyes opening again as his stomach growled. Being a human took so much work and management. As gently as he could, he removed his wing from Aren, and eased the other male back onto the bed. Not even bothering to retract his wings, he moved to leave the room. Uriel didn't plan to eat anymore of Aren's food though (because it honestly was rude), so he groaned silently. Either or, he had to wait for Aren to get up. They'd go out to eat, or get something to bring home. Running a hand through his dark hair, he made it to the doorway before simply laying down and sighing, tired still.
Yeah, he could've gone back to the bed, but Uriel was the laziest man you'd ever meet. Wings semi folded, fanning out behind him a little, they moved slightly as his back eased up and down with his breathing. The angel was always exhausted after being in that terrifying form of metal. It was painful, angering and caused unwanted bloodlust. Still, it was only Uriel's fault. He briefly wondered what Aren thought of it, if he remembered. The guardian wondered if he'd even remember crap from last night, as he looked pretty out of it, even after they got home.
As Aren, in Uriel's opinion, didn't seem the type to cuddle or like much touching in general. The angel's wings twitched in annoyance at the memories of last night. Uriel nearly killed Aren. The very person he was assigned to protect. He was surprised his brothers did not punish him. Looking back at his wings, he noticed that the few silver metal feathers were still there. And so were the metal canines. Yeah, Uriel was slow to notice some things. He tried willing them away, and the fangs retracted, but it didn't work for the feathers. Rolling his eyes, he got up again. Finally making the decision to rejoin Aren, he walked back to the bed and quietly settled down on his stomach. A wing spread for a moment, considering blanketing Aren again. However, he pulled it away, letting it rest over Uriel's own back, and a little bit off onto the bed. Looking over at Aren, his blue orbs just took in his thin form. Admiring it, if you may. Even though his ward was dirtied in blood and mystery guck. Yeah... first thing Aren was to do when he woke up was go shower or something. Uriel would see to it.
"I'm sorry," he murmured softly, quietly. One almost couldn't hear it. He was apologizing for not being around for Aren, and for letting him go alone in the first place. Uriel let him go because he assumed Aren had been to many, considering how casually he talked about it. What could've gone wrong was what he thought before. The angel should've gone with him, stayed with Aren the entire time. Because he hadn't, the younger guy had gotten drugged and touched without consent. Uriel had allowed his ward to experience major distress, all because the guardian wanted to deal with personal issues. Turning his head to look away from Aren, Uriel laid his back down so his face was looking the opposite direction.
There were no do-overs in life though, so there was nothing he could do about it. All Uriel could do was wait and see what came next. And he would make sure no mistakes were made from now on. He should've remembered before, that Aren came first before Uriel's own wants and needs now. For the future, he was going to think as such for sure. If he was over thinking the whole matter, he didn't care. A guardian was a very serious job to an angel. They pictured their job like a mother protecting their baby, who would do anything to see that they were kept at top health and happiness. Even though Aren was almost an adult, but it was already proven that Uriel cared greatly. As many had said before, the two of them were to stay a pair until Aren died. Even past then, actually. Uriel, not caring if it was a stupid decision or not, decided that he was to retreat to Heaven entirely, and not leave, when Aren died and went there. To keep the blonde company. That was how dedicated the guardian was already. Like he said to Gabriel, Guardian Angels "mated for life", and usually only took on one ward. Ever.
But hey. Uriel was more than glad to be stuck with the human beside him. And he knew that Aren at the very least tolerated him, weirdness and all.
(A group of friends and I dressed as Santa and the Reindeer xD One guy was dressed as Santa, with a cool little sleigh worn around him. The rest of us were hooked up to it like his reindeer (I was Vixen), and we ran around the city. It was difficult to get candy when we were at people's doors, but it was still cool. Tons of people took pictures of and with us X'D)
(Oh, and yesterday, at the mall in Corpus where I live, there was some early Christmas thing called "Santa's Arrival" x3 We went dressed as the crew again, and were there for hours taking pictures :3)
Quiet. Quiet was all it was. No screaming or wailing. No gruesome images. Instead, he dreamt of a peach talking to a leaf. One of the stupidest dreams to hear, but to the dreamer it was one of the greatest. Why? A peach talking to a leaf wasn't painful or horrible to watch. No, Uriel was glad to have a stupid dream. And yes, that's what it was. A dream. Not a nightmare.
For once, he didn't go an entire night with nightmares. The guardian got to sleep peacefully. Perhaps it had something to do with the comforting given to him the night before. Opening his eyes a little, Uriel looked around the room. For a minute or two, he didn't know what the fuck was going on. Then, he felt something under his wing. Turning his head a little, he finally noticed Aren was still tucked into his side. And still in Uriel's grasp, the angel having his arms proactively around him. Uriel smiled, for about two seconds. From last night, there was still his blood smeared on Aren's face, and probably underneath the boy's shirt. Along with it, the red was mixed with traces of black, like the black guck from earlier. Uriel wondered if Aren would remember the metal creature standing over him, about to devour him. Of course, Uriel wouldn't say anything, until Aren brought it up. If he remembered.
'I hope he doesn't view me completely differently if he does,' Uriel thought to himself, enjoying how the stormy-eyed blonde allowed their current closeness. It was relaxing.
Just staying how he was, he decided to wait for Aren to wake up before moving. The angel actually liked being close though, so there was no protest on his part. Uriel only hoped he didn't cause too much disturbance while they both slept. Eyes closing again, he began to doze, not able to fall asleep again.
Okay, scratch that about staying where he was. Uriel was hungry. It was known, and not surprising how he changed subjects or thoughts so quickly. Yet his little talent was entertaining in its own way. The bottomless pit twitched his nose, eyes opening again as his stomach growled. Being a human took so much work and management. As gently as he could, he removed his wing from Aren, and eased the other male back onto the bed. Not even bothering to retract his wings, he moved to leave the room. Uriel didn't plan to eat anymore of Aren's food though (because it honestly was rude), so he groaned silently. Either or, he had to wait for Aren to get up. They'd go out to eat, or get something to bring home. Running a hand through his dark hair, he made it to the doorway before simply laying down and sighing, tired still.
Yeah, he could've gone back to the bed, but Uriel was the laziest man you'd ever meet. Wings semi folded, fanning out behind him a little, they moved slightly as his back eased up and down with his breathing. The angel was always exhausted after being in that terrifying form of metal. It was painful, angering and caused unwanted bloodlust. Still, it was only Uriel's fault. He briefly wondered what Aren thought of it, if he remembered. The guardian wondered if he'd even remember crap from last night, as he looked pretty out of it, even after they got home.
As Aren, in Uriel's opinion, didn't seem the type to cuddle or like much touching in general. The angel's wings twitched in annoyance at the memories of last night. Uriel nearly killed Aren. The very person he was assigned to protect. He was surprised his brothers did not punish him. Looking back at his wings, he noticed that the few silver metal feathers were still there. And so were the metal canines. Yeah, Uriel was slow to notice some things. He tried willing them away, and the fangs retracted, but it didn't work for the feathers. Rolling his eyes, he got up again. Finally making the decision to rejoin Aren, he walked back to the bed and quietly settled down on his stomach. A wing spread for a moment, considering blanketing Aren again. However, he pulled it away, letting it rest over Uriel's own back, and a little bit off onto the bed. Looking over at Aren, his blue orbs just took in his thin form. Admiring it, if you may. Even though his ward was dirtied in blood and mystery guck. Yeah... first thing Aren was to do when he woke up was go shower or something. Uriel would see to it.
"I'm sorry," he murmured softly, quietly. One almost couldn't hear it. He was apologizing for not being around for Aren, and for letting him go alone in the first place. Uriel let him go because he assumed Aren had been to many, considering how casually he talked about it. What could've gone wrong was what he thought before. The angel should've gone with him, stayed with Aren the entire time. Because he hadn't, the younger guy had gotten drugged and touched without consent. Uriel had allowed his ward to experience major distress, all because the guardian wanted to deal with personal issues. Turning his head to look away from Aren, Uriel laid his back down so his face was looking the opposite direction.
There were no do-overs in life though, so there was nothing he could do about it. All Uriel could do was wait and see what came next. And he would make sure no mistakes were made from now on. He should've remembered before, that Aren came first before Uriel's own wants and needs now. For the future, he was going to think as such for sure. If he was over thinking the whole matter, he didn't care. A guardian was a very serious job to an angel. They pictured their job like a mother protecting their baby, who would do anything to see that they were kept at top health and happiness. Even though Aren was almost an adult, but it was already proven that Uriel cared greatly. As many had said before, the two of them were to stay a pair until Aren died. Even past then, actually. Uriel, not caring if it was a stupid decision or not, decided that he was to retreat to Heaven entirely, and not leave, when Aren died and went there. To keep the blonde company. That was how dedicated the guardian was already. Like he said to Gabriel, Guardian Angels "mated for life", and usually only took on one ward. Ever.
But hey. Uriel was more than glad to be stuck with the human beside him. And he knew that Aren at the very least tolerated him, weirdness and all.
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(Woah, that sounds awesome! x3 love it. I live around/outside the Houston area. Have you ever been to Renfest?)
Aren had a few moments of soft bliss. It was a good few moments, before a splitting pain carved itself into his head. Hangover was a bitch. He blinked painfully at the sunlight streaming in from the window beside his bed, hissing in a breath.
He slid his arm tiredly under the pillows, not expecting to find someone else in his bed. Not at all. Aren blinked at the feathered wing folded over Uriel’s back and was tempted to sit up. His immensely hurting head and sick disposition halted that fairly quickly.
Instead he settled for a pitiful moan as he turned miserably onto his back. He felt filthy, and the events of last night didn't help in answering why. Honestly he couldn't tell much of what happened at all, but that Uriel had taken him home.
He remembered going to the party. He remembered drinking. Most everything after that would probably become more clear later, but he knew it wasn't good. Whatever had happened had ended very badly.
Sean had been there, that much he knew. Which meant he'd either tried to snog him or fight him. Possibly both. Though normally he never remembered people or what he'd done. It made for rather awkward meetings when people remembered him, but he had no recollection.
Aren struggled to sit up, clinging to the headboard and hissing in a strained breath. “Shit. What… what happened?” He groaned. “My head hurts like a bitch.” Aren clutched at his temples.
For the first time, he looked down at himself. He was coated in blood beneath his shirt and variously over him, also accompanied by unknown substances. Aren nearly jumped out of his skin.
“What the hell?!” He yelped. “Is this mine?”
The youth frantically pulled his shirt up, looking down at the dried caked up dark blood. He felt like he was going to be sick.
His head spun in every direction at the sudden movement mixed with the frantically confused and mangled thoughts. The fact that he was hung over and still sluggish didn't help. Aren fell off of the bed backwards and landed with a thud. He then proceeded to keel over and vomit. Forcing it down, Aren scrambled to a trash can by his desk in the corner, where he proceeded to release his bodily fluids.
Tears painfully stung his eyes. His head was throbbing in and out of foamy tunnel vision. “D-did I lose this much blood? I n-need a hospital or something… or water. Water would be good.” He mumbled as he clutched the side of the can.
Aren didn't want to think about anything in that moment, but somewhere around the pain he could recall a vague memory. One of Sean trying to get in his pants, but also of the drugs he must've ingested.
Shit. I'm such an idiot.
Aren knew he shouldn't have done something like that and been so careless with what he took from strangers. He knew.
Aren slumped against the wall and closed his eyes. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember much of what happened when Uriel took him home, either. “Uriel... I didn't try anything weird with you, right?” He asked, voice short of air and mind still aching. It would certainly be embarrassing if he'd hit on him in a drunken stupor, or kissed him or used some kind of dumb line.
Cold sweat was beading and falling down his face. He wanted to wash off, but what if the crusted blood was concealing open wounds or something? Bleeding out didn't sound like something he wanted to do right then.
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Aren had a few moments of soft bliss. It was a good few moments, before a splitting pain carved itself into his head. Hangover was a bitch. He blinked painfully at the sunlight streaming in from the window beside his bed, hissing in a breath.
He slid his arm tiredly under the pillows, not expecting to find someone else in his bed. Not at all. Aren blinked at the feathered wing folded over Uriel’s back and was tempted to sit up. His immensely hurting head and sick disposition halted that fairly quickly.
Instead he settled for a pitiful moan as he turned miserably onto his back. He felt filthy, and the events of last night didn't help in answering why. Honestly he couldn't tell much of what happened at all, but that Uriel had taken him home.
He remembered going to the party. He remembered drinking. Most everything after that would probably become more clear later, but he knew it wasn't good. Whatever had happened had ended very badly.
Sean had been there, that much he knew. Which meant he'd either tried to snog him or fight him. Possibly both. Though normally he never remembered people or what he'd done. It made for rather awkward meetings when people remembered him, but he had no recollection.
Aren struggled to sit up, clinging to the headboard and hissing in a strained breath. “Shit. What… what happened?” He groaned. “My head hurts like a bitch.” Aren clutched at his temples.
For the first time, he looked down at himself. He was coated in blood beneath his shirt and variously over him, also accompanied by unknown substances. Aren nearly jumped out of his skin.
“What the hell?!” He yelped. “Is this mine?”
The youth frantically pulled his shirt up, looking down at the dried caked up dark blood. He felt like he was going to be sick.
His head spun in every direction at the sudden movement mixed with the frantically confused and mangled thoughts. The fact that he was hung over and still sluggish didn't help. Aren fell off of the bed backwards and landed with a thud. He then proceeded to keel over and vomit. Forcing it down, Aren scrambled to a trash can by his desk in the corner, where he proceeded to release his bodily fluids.
Tears painfully stung his eyes. His head was throbbing in and out of foamy tunnel vision. “D-did I lose this much blood? I n-need a hospital or something… or water. Water would be good.” He mumbled as he clutched the side of the can.
Aren didn't want to think about anything in that moment, but somewhere around the pain he could recall a vague memory. One of Sean trying to get in his pants, but also of the drugs he must've ingested.
Shit. I'm such an idiot.
Aren knew he shouldn't have done something like that and been so careless with what he took from strangers. He knew.
Aren slumped against the wall and closed his eyes. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember much of what happened when Uriel took him home, either. “Uriel... I didn't try anything weird with you, right?” He asked, voice short of air and mind still aching. It would certainly be embarrassing if he'd hit on him in a drunken stupor, or kissed him or used some kind of dumb line.
Cold sweat was beading and falling down his face. He wanted to wash off, but what if the crusted blood was concealing open wounds or something? Bleeding out didn't sound like something he wanted to do right then.
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Santa's Shadow
(I haven't, but I've heard of it and know a friend who goes x3)
"The hell...?" Uriel murmured, hearing what sounded like a sick or dying animal. His head turned and lifted up, looking around before settling on Aren again. Raising a brow, he was about to ask if the younger one was okay, but was stopped. What Aren did next made sure of that.
He bent his brows when Aren started freaking out. His back rose and fell with a breath as he answered "It isn't yours. Most of it is mine." He would at least tell Aren that much. Sitting up, his wings twitched. And then he was beside Aren, off the bed. Weird as ever, Uriel simply grabbed Aren and plucked off the ward's shirt. No warning, no room left for arguments. Taking away the dirty shirt, he said "That should clear your head a little." A portion of the bloody fluids, which probably contributed to the headaches, had been soaked into the shirt. Scratching his wing, Uriel added "And hate it or not, you're going to clean yourself. I don't like being around dirty company." Watching him fall and vomit was almost amusing. The only one to blame for Aren's problems though, was Aren. If one couldn't understand why, then that was their problem.
Eventually, he left his spot briefly to get a cup of water. Bringing it back, he set it by Aren. Sitting down a few feet away, he said "You probably do need a hospital, but all you're getting is me." He only watched as Seen relieved himself of the vile fluids, eyes narrowed. Yawning, Uriel stated the obvious "It's your fault for getting last night's ball of crap going. The rest of it was... whatever that creep's name was."
Aren asked if he tried anything weird with Uriel. The angel did nothing, only saying "You don't seem the type to cuddle."
Not being able to help himself, he began wiping Aren of some crusted blood. Uriel didn't go lengths though, only removing what would come off on a light brush of his hand. As he wiped some dry blood off of the brand he gave Aren, he said "You're clean of any open wounds, if that's what you're thinking. Only damage you have is bruises on your ribcage." Finally sitting back, leaving Aren to clean the rest, Uriel sighed.
"What do you remember?" He asked, wings spreading as he laid back on the floor "And I'd love to hear a good explanation for not having this." He managed to pull a water bottle out of absolutely nowhere. Waving the bottle of holy water in the air, he threw it lightly at Aren, watching as it bumped into his side before bouncing off. Uriel wanted to throw it harder, but he wasn't that cruel, especially because of his ward's current state. Rolling onto his stomach again, he extended a wing to reach to where he could see it. Uriel ran his fingers through his own wing, feeling the surprisingly soft feathers.
"You surprised me," he suddenly decided. Surprised wasn't what he really wanted to use though. The word to use was really "scared", actually. Uriel just didn't want to openly admit such a thing! He was an Archangel! Well, former Archangel. Still! You had a better chance of getting struck by lightning, run over, backed up on, set on fire, and shot all at the same time rather than seeing Uriel even looked spooked. Reaching a hand through his coal-colored curls to scratch his head, he closed his eyes.
"I really am going everywhere with you from now on," Uriel declared, not looking at Aren "I'll stand outside of the restroom as you take your shit now too." One slip up on Uriel's part was absolutely humiliating. No more mistakes though. Maybe he'd even get Aren a leash, even though the blonde was branded. Aren failed to use the mark when needed, so Uriel was going to pretty much glue themselves together until he thought Aren could be off on his own again. And no, Uriel didn't care if he was being overprotective. It was his job!
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"The hell...?" Uriel murmured, hearing what sounded like a sick or dying animal. His head turned and lifted up, looking around before settling on Aren again. Raising a brow, he was about to ask if the younger one was okay, but was stopped. What Aren did next made sure of that.
He bent his brows when Aren started freaking out. His back rose and fell with a breath as he answered "It isn't yours. Most of it is mine." He would at least tell Aren that much. Sitting up, his wings twitched. And then he was beside Aren, off the bed. Weird as ever, Uriel simply grabbed Aren and plucked off the ward's shirt. No warning, no room left for arguments. Taking away the dirty shirt, he said "That should clear your head a little." A portion of the bloody fluids, which probably contributed to the headaches, had been soaked into the shirt. Scratching his wing, Uriel added "And hate it or not, you're going to clean yourself. I don't like being around dirty company." Watching him fall and vomit was almost amusing. The only one to blame for Aren's problems though, was Aren. If one couldn't understand why, then that was their problem.
Eventually, he left his spot briefly to get a cup of water. Bringing it back, he set it by Aren. Sitting down a few feet away, he said "You probably do need a hospital, but all you're getting is me." He only watched as Seen relieved himself of the vile fluids, eyes narrowed. Yawning, Uriel stated the obvious "It's your fault for getting last night's ball of crap going. The rest of it was... whatever that creep's name was."
Aren asked if he tried anything weird with Uriel. The angel did nothing, only saying "You don't seem the type to cuddle."
Not being able to help himself, he began wiping Aren of some crusted blood. Uriel didn't go lengths though, only removing what would come off on a light brush of his hand. As he wiped some dry blood off of the brand he gave Aren, he said "You're clean of any open wounds, if that's what you're thinking. Only damage you have is bruises on your ribcage." Finally sitting back, leaving Aren to clean the rest, Uriel sighed.
"What do you remember?" He asked, wings spreading as he laid back on the floor "And I'd love to hear a good explanation for not having this." He managed to pull a water bottle out of absolutely nowhere. Waving the bottle of holy water in the air, he threw it lightly at Aren, watching as it bumped into his side before bouncing off. Uriel wanted to throw it harder, but he wasn't that cruel, especially because of his ward's current state. Rolling onto his stomach again, he extended a wing to reach to where he could see it. Uriel ran his fingers through his own wing, feeling the surprisingly soft feathers.
"You surprised me," he suddenly decided. Surprised wasn't what he really wanted to use though. The word to use was really "scared", actually. Uriel just didn't want to openly admit such a thing! He was an Archangel! Well, former Archangel. Still! You had a better chance of getting struck by lightning, run over, backed up on, set on fire, and shot all at the same time rather than seeing Uriel even looked spooked. Reaching a hand through his coal-colored curls to scratch his head, he closed his eyes.
"I really am going everywhere with you from now on," Uriel declared, not looking at Aren "I'll stand outside of the restroom as you take your shit now too." One slip up on Uriel's part was absolutely humiliating. No more mistakes though. Maybe he'd even get Aren a leash, even though the blonde was branded. Aren failed to use the mark when needed, so Uriel was going to pretty much glue themselves together until he thought Aren could be off on his own again. And no, Uriel didn't care if he was being overprotective. It was his job!
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Kai
(It's so much fun cx You should definitely try going one year.)
Aren breathed in a sigh of relief when Uriel told him that it wasn't all his blood. That was good, considering he might've already bled out had it been his own. That wouldn't make much sense since he'd woken up, but maybe it took longer than he anticipated.
Despite his relief, he was concerned for Uriel. It seemed to hurt him quite a bit when he broke his leg, even though it had healed quickly. What had happened that would make him lose this much blood?
“What..” he held his head. “What happened?”
His face turned red in about .2 of a second when Uriel removed his shirt without warning. Of course, it made more sense though. And it felt better to have his chest be able to breathe without the fabric getting in the way of the blood. This also meant that he could see all the blood though, which was perhaps a downside. “Thanks.” He mumbled.
When Uriel told him that he had to shower, he wasn't about to complain in the slightest. Aren felt disgusting, and the angel had a point. He wouldn't want to be around someone that looked like him either, caked in blood and probably vomit by that point.
“I'll be fine without a hospital.” He said, rubbing the side of his face.
“Yeah, I know it was my fault. Who’s else would it be?” Aren grumbled, ignoring the part about Sean. He really didn't want to talk about him.
It was always his own fault and he knew damn well. But there was something enticing about sitting on the edge of danger, being able to forget his name and let the numbness take him over. It hurt sometimes, but the pain helped him deal with things… if that made any sense. And the hangover was his way of punishing himself for being the way that he is and doing what he does.
Aren looked away when he made a remark about cuddling. It wasn't as bad as it could've been, but somehow still embarrassing. “Oh.. sorry.”
Aren flinched slightly as Uriel began wiping him off. It was strange to have someone suddenly coddling him when he was so used to being alone. Well it was strange to be coddled like this period, but somewhere in the back of his mind he somewhat enjoyed it.
“Oh.” He said numbly as he noted that there really weren't any cuts beneath the crusted blood. Aren wanted to ask how the bruises got there, but refrained himself. It was probably Sean.
When asked what he remembered, Aren looked up from brushing himself off. “Not… not a whole lot. I remember going and getting myself drunk. Then someone drugged me.. most likely rohypnol, based on the symptoms.” Rohypnol, also known as ‘roofies’ or the date rape drug. It made him furious.
He paused. “I remember Sean was there for a while, then he was gone. Kinda remember you taking me home.” Truthfully he remembered hazily his struggle with Sean, at least a block of what should be a real memory. It wasn't enough to tell about or go over, but he could take a few guesses on what had or was about to happen.
He blinked in surprise as the bottle hit his side, shame filling him as he lifted it into his fingers. “I thought I would be fine without it. I've lived this long on my own… I don't know. Besides, it was a little… dangerous and overwhelming. Sorry.”
Aren looked over at Uriel, an odd expression on his face. “I...surprised you?” He blinked. If this was Uriel’s way of saying he was worried, Aren wasn't about to acknowledge it. Or maybe he actually meant surprised as in a disappointed surprise, which maybe that was some of it too.
His face reddened brightly. “No, it's okay, really! I don't need that.” Aren crossed his arms and glared as he forced himself to stand. “Erm, I'm going to go shower. Be right back.”
He stumbled his way into the bathroom, closing and locking the door.
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Aren watched the remaining red fall down into the shower drain at his feet. Uriel was right about the bruises though, a couple of purple streaks marring his stomach and causing him discomfort. Based on how tender his head was in certain places, he'd say that he'd been hit there too. It wouldn't surprise him if bruises showed up there too.
Bang bang. Whap whap whap.
He could somehow hear the door to the apartment being beaten on from inside the bathroom, heart lurching into his chest. Normally it wouldn't have, but based on circumstances as of late he could never be too cautious. But there wasn't much he could do about it from the shower.
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Aren breathed in a sigh of relief when Uriel told him that it wasn't all his blood. That was good, considering he might've already bled out had it been his own. That wouldn't make much sense since he'd woken up, but maybe it took longer than he anticipated.
Despite his relief, he was concerned for Uriel. It seemed to hurt him quite a bit when he broke his leg, even though it had healed quickly. What had happened that would make him lose this much blood?
“What..” he held his head. “What happened?”
His face turned red in about .2 of a second when Uriel removed his shirt without warning. Of course, it made more sense though. And it felt better to have his chest be able to breathe without the fabric getting in the way of the blood. This also meant that he could see all the blood though, which was perhaps a downside. “Thanks.” He mumbled.
When Uriel told him that he had to shower, he wasn't about to complain in the slightest. Aren felt disgusting, and the angel had a point. He wouldn't want to be around someone that looked like him either, caked in blood and probably vomit by that point.
“I'll be fine without a hospital.” He said, rubbing the side of his face.
“Yeah, I know it was my fault. Who’s else would it be?” Aren grumbled, ignoring the part about Sean. He really didn't want to talk about him.
It was always his own fault and he knew damn well. But there was something enticing about sitting on the edge of danger, being able to forget his name and let the numbness take him over. It hurt sometimes, but the pain helped him deal with things… if that made any sense. And the hangover was his way of punishing himself for being the way that he is and doing what he does.
Aren looked away when he made a remark about cuddling. It wasn't as bad as it could've been, but somehow still embarrassing. “Oh.. sorry.”
Aren flinched slightly as Uriel began wiping him off. It was strange to have someone suddenly coddling him when he was so used to being alone. Well it was strange to be coddled like this period, but somewhere in the back of his mind he somewhat enjoyed it.
“Oh.” He said numbly as he noted that there really weren't any cuts beneath the crusted blood. Aren wanted to ask how the bruises got there, but refrained himself. It was probably Sean.
When asked what he remembered, Aren looked up from brushing himself off. “Not… not a whole lot. I remember going and getting myself drunk. Then someone drugged me.. most likely rohypnol, based on the symptoms.” Rohypnol, also known as ‘roofies’ or the date rape drug. It made him furious.
He paused. “I remember Sean was there for a while, then he was gone. Kinda remember you taking me home.” Truthfully he remembered hazily his struggle with Sean, at least a block of what should be a real memory. It wasn't enough to tell about or go over, but he could take a few guesses on what had or was about to happen.
He blinked in surprise as the bottle hit his side, shame filling him as he lifted it into his fingers. “I thought I would be fine without it. I've lived this long on my own… I don't know. Besides, it was a little… dangerous and overwhelming. Sorry.”
Aren looked over at Uriel, an odd expression on his face. “I...surprised you?” He blinked. If this was Uriel’s way of saying he was worried, Aren wasn't about to acknowledge it. Or maybe he actually meant surprised as in a disappointed surprise, which maybe that was some of it too.
His face reddened brightly. “No, it's okay, really! I don't need that.” Aren crossed his arms and glared as he forced himself to stand. “Erm, I'm going to go shower. Be right back.”
He stumbled his way into the bathroom, closing and locking the door.
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Aren watched the remaining red fall down into the shower drain at his feet. Uriel was right about the bruises though, a couple of purple streaks marring his stomach and causing him discomfort. Based on how tender his head was in certain places, he'd say that he'd been hit there too. It wouldn't surprise him if bruises showed up there too.
Bang bang. Whap whap whap.
He could somehow hear the door to the apartment being beaten on from inside the bathroom, heart lurching into his chest. Normally it wouldn't have, but based on circumstances as of late he could never be too cautious. But there wasn't much he could do about it from the shower.
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Krampus
Santa's Shadow
(I'll try x3)
(And sorry this is short ;_; There isn't much for Uriel to do!)
"Don't apologize," Uriel told Aren "I quite enjoyed it, actually. If it had been outside of last night's situation, it would've been cute even."
He could only listen as Aren recalled a little bit of what happened, blue eyes watching carefully. After, he said "I meant what I said last night, and I'm going to reiterate, as you probably don't remember. We're going to look for that idiot once you're able. I want to kick him right in the nads." He smiled at the thought, having wanted to hurt Sean ever since the other day. And last night didn't exactly sit well with Uriel. At all. Whether Aren was his ward or not, trying to drug and or rape someone wasn't exactly something that was allowed. The anger almost made the angel change back into his metallic form, muscles tensing and wings ruffling. He collected himself though, taking deep breaths and pacing a few times.
Aren apologized for not having the water, and Uriel merely sighed, saying "At least you're safe, and that's the priority. It's a shame you received injury though, and became subject to such vile things. I should be the one apologizing, honestly. It's my fault for letting any of it happen. Just... try to keep it around more often. I'm still accompanying you everywhere now, but you never know. It seems my brothers are already angry, so no need to let any of it escalate."
The angel couldn't help but smile at Aren's reddened face, but he did nothing more. His head turned as the blonde went to go shower, saying "Don't take too too long, or I'm going in there to check on you."
Uriel kept his promise about standing outside of the bathroom door. Well, sit anyway. He was too lazy to stand. Whether Aren liked it or not, he was going to be watched over much more closely. And Uriel didn't care if his ward saw it unnecessary. Him seeing it as unnecessary was even more of a reason to watch him. The angel's wings twitched suddenly, when he heard the beating of the door. Getting up from his sitting position, he called to Aren through the bathroom door "Hurry up and cut it short. When you're done, you go no further than my back." Which meant to stay behind Uriel once he left the bathroom. Really, he didn't want Aren leaving the bathroom at all yet. The angel knew Aren would anyway, most likely. Humans were just to curious. Moving from his spot, the angel headed toward the door. If he could allow it, he wouldn't answer the door at all. Uriel just wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone else for the time being. Wings folded tightly against his body, as not to get caught on anything or take up the entire hallway and further halt his walking.
Once there, he stilled for a moment. His soft wings retracted into his back, so they were no longer out and in view. Uriel's brow raised for a second. Then, it lowered before he sighed, and he merely opened the door to reveal whatever was on the other end.
(I wonder what it isXD I kept staring at your post for a while, as if that would tell me ;_; Again, sorry for the short post. There's not much else for him to do except go to the door xD I'll pull up a longer one next reply!)
(And sorry this is short ;_; There isn't much for Uriel to do!)
"Don't apologize," Uriel told Aren "I quite enjoyed it, actually. If it had been outside of last night's situation, it would've been cute even."
He could only listen as Aren recalled a little bit of what happened, blue eyes watching carefully. After, he said "I meant what I said last night, and I'm going to reiterate, as you probably don't remember. We're going to look for that idiot once you're able. I want to kick him right in the nads." He smiled at the thought, having wanted to hurt Sean ever since the other day. And last night didn't exactly sit well with Uriel. At all. Whether Aren was his ward or not, trying to drug and or rape someone wasn't exactly something that was allowed. The anger almost made the angel change back into his metallic form, muscles tensing and wings ruffling. He collected himself though, taking deep breaths and pacing a few times.
Aren apologized for not having the water, and Uriel merely sighed, saying "At least you're safe, and that's the priority. It's a shame you received injury though, and became subject to such vile things. I should be the one apologizing, honestly. It's my fault for letting any of it happen. Just... try to keep it around more often. I'm still accompanying you everywhere now, but you never know. It seems my brothers are already angry, so no need to let any of it escalate."
The angel couldn't help but smile at Aren's reddened face, but he did nothing more. His head turned as the blonde went to go shower, saying "Don't take too too long, or I'm going in there to check on you."
Uriel kept his promise about standing outside of the bathroom door. Well, sit anyway. He was too lazy to stand. Whether Aren liked it or not, he was going to be watched over much more closely. And Uriel didn't care if his ward saw it unnecessary. Him seeing it as unnecessary was even more of a reason to watch him. The angel's wings twitched suddenly, when he heard the beating of the door. Getting up from his sitting position, he called to Aren through the bathroom door "Hurry up and cut it short. When you're done, you go no further than my back." Which meant to stay behind Uriel once he left the bathroom. Really, he didn't want Aren leaving the bathroom at all yet. The angel knew Aren would anyway, most likely. Humans were just to curious. Moving from his spot, the angel headed toward the door. If he could allow it, he wouldn't answer the door at all. Uriel just wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone else for the time being. Wings folded tightly against his body, as not to get caught on anything or take up the entire hallway and further halt his walking.
Once there, he stilled for a moment. His soft wings retracted into his back, so they were no longer out and in view. Uriel's brow raised for a second. Then, it lowered before he sighed, and he merely opened the door to reveal whatever was on the other end.
(I wonder what it isXD I kept staring at your post for a while, as if that would tell me ;_; Again, sorry for the short post. There's not much else for him to do except go to the door xD I'll pull up a longer one next reply!)
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Kai
(No problem at all! (Kinda my fault anyways))
(I just got my car omg I'm so fricking happy x3 sorry I'm just so excited)
Aren snapped his head up at the noise, then stopped the water while Uriel spoke. What? Was answering the door really…? Well, maybe it did warrant concern given the situations prior. But most likely it was nothing. Nothing to worry about.
Still, he dried himself quickly with a towel and wrapped it around himself. His fear grew. If Uriel was making him get out of the shower in order to accompany him to the door, there might be something wrong. He might just be paranoid, but all the same it was worth the concern.
Aren dressed quickly into a pair of shorts and an old Led Zeppelin t-shirt, the one with Icarus etched into the front with rust.
His hair was still wet, towel wrapped around his shoulders like a blanket as he apprehensively opened the bathroom door, being met immediately with his angel’s back. His heart raced, but he stepped in close.
He followed Uriel up to the front door.
---
Zoë rolled her suitcase up the concrete, eyes flicking down to her phone, held by tan and slender fingers with black nails and multiple woven bracelets adorning the wrist. She ran the hand through her hair, allowing the dark tresses to separate through her fingers and fall in cascading droves down her back.
Eyeliner sharp enough to cut a man bordered her celestially bright green eyes. Shark bites shot out beneath her full lips. She wore a studded leather jacket and a high-tech Kodak around her neck, too precious to be shoved in her suitcase.
The girl was pretty, a dark-complected Spanish Latina mix. Pretty… in a dangerous way. As in she looked like she’d deck you as soon as shake your hand, and bite like a snake more often than so. Zoë didn't have the best temper... or general demeanor for that matter. She tended to put people on edge or intimidate them. Not that she really minded.
She pushed her suitcase up to the door and knocked.
Impatiently, she checked her pockets for a key. Seeing as though she'd been gone for a while, she figured it was best to take a short hiatus to see Aren while the season was uneventful. Plus she was sick of rainforest weather, no matter how much she did like it. It was supposed to be a surprise, but he wasn't answering the damn door. Zoë began beating on the wood, secretly hoping to scare her best friend.
Finally it opened. But when the door swung on the hinges, it revealed someone she'd never seen before in her life.
Her eyes instantly narrowed. “What the hell? Who’re you?”
She picked up her suitcase and shoved past him like a steam engine. Then she turned and flicked a knife out of her sleeve, pointing it dangerously at Uriel. Zoë wasn't a fan of having random fucking strangers in her house. Even if it was Aren’s half of the time. Aren didn't make friends very often, and definitely didn't invite them over. Something didn't add up here.
“Tell me who you are and why you're in my fucking apartment before I call the cops.” Zoë snarled.
Aren chose this moment to intervene. He'd been very much stunned at seeing Zoë, but apparently she hadn't seen him. “No wait! It's fine, I can explain.” Aren said quickly.
She looked at him. Then grinned. “Well hey Ari. Not exactly the homecoming I imagined, but I mean I'm here.” She cut her eyes at Uriel, expression turning deadly serious again. “So is whoever this is.”
(Lol cx just a new hooman, an oc of my friend's that she wanted me to/let me use.
but I do have a demon character that I shall probably bring in soon. Mahaha)
Fun fact: Aren is wearing the same clothes as I currently am x3
@Krampus
(I just got my car omg I'm so fricking happy x3 sorry I'm just so excited)
Aren snapped his head up at the noise, then stopped the water while Uriel spoke. What? Was answering the door really…? Well, maybe it did warrant concern given the situations prior. But most likely it was nothing. Nothing to worry about.
Still, he dried himself quickly with a towel and wrapped it around himself. His fear grew. If Uriel was making him get out of the shower in order to accompany him to the door, there might be something wrong. He might just be paranoid, but all the same it was worth the concern.
Aren dressed quickly into a pair of shorts and an old Led Zeppelin t-shirt, the one with Icarus etched into the front with rust.
His hair was still wet, towel wrapped around his shoulders like a blanket as he apprehensively opened the bathroom door, being met immediately with his angel’s back. His heart raced, but he stepped in close.
He followed Uriel up to the front door.
---
Zoë rolled her suitcase up the concrete, eyes flicking down to her phone, held by tan and slender fingers with black nails and multiple woven bracelets adorning the wrist. She ran the hand through her hair, allowing the dark tresses to separate through her fingers and fall in cascading droves down her back.
Eyeliner sharp enough to cut a man bordered her celestially bright green eyes. Shark bites shot out beneath her full lips. She wore a studded leather jacket and a high-tech Kodak around her neck, too precious to be shoved in her suitcase.
The girl was pretty, a dark-complected Spanish Latina mix. Pretty… in a dangerous way. As in she looked like she’d deck you as soon as shake your hand, and bite like a snake more often than so. Zoë didn't have the best temper... or general demeanor for that matter. She tended to put people on edge or intimidate them. Not that she really minded.
She pushed her suitcase up to the door and knocked.
Impatiently, she checked her pockets for a key. Seeing as though she'd been gone for a while, she figured it was best to take a short hiatus to see Aren while the season was uneventful. Plus she was sick of rainforest weather, no matter how much she did like it. It was supposed to be a surprise, but he wasn't answering the damn door. Zoë began beating on the wood, secretly hoping to scare her best friend.
Finally it opened. But when the door swung on the hinges, it revealed someone she'd never seen before in her life.
Her eyes instantly narrowed. “What the hell? Who’re you?”
She picked up her suitcase and shoved past him like a steam engine. Then she turned and flicked a knife out of her sleeve, pointing it dangerously at Uriel. Zoë wasn't a fan of having random fucking strangers in her house. Even if it was Aren’s half of the time. Aren didn't make friends very often, and definitely didn't invite them over. Something didn't add up here.
“Tell me who you are and why you're in my fucking apartment before I call the cops.” Zoë snarled.
Aren chose this moment to intervene. He'd been very much stunned at seeing Zoë, but apparently she hadn't seen him. “No wait! It's fine, I can explain.” Aren said quickly.
She looked at him. Then grinned. “Well hey Ari. Not exactly the homecoming I imagined, but I mean I'm here.” She cut her eyes at Uriel, expression turning deadly serious again. “So is whoever this is.”
(Lol cx just a new hooman, an oc of my friend's that she wanted me to/let me use.
but I do have a demon character that I shall probably bring in soon. Mahaha)
Fun fact: Aren is wearing the same clothes as I currently am x3
@Krampus
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Santa's Shadow
(The shortness makes me cringe ;_; Not much going on though, and perhaps it means more frequent reply? I'll reply faster to it anyway x3 But it also means less for you to reply to. I sowwy ;~
Uriel stared at Zoë, blue eyes narrowed to slits. If he were any less caring, he would've snatched the knife and stabbed it into her foot.
"I didn't know you liked to be friends with skanks," he grumbled, so quietly one almost didn't hear. He didn't use it in "slut" definition though. The word also meant unpleasant or a rude person. The angel's wings twitched under his skin, blue orbs eyeing the newcomer up and down once. Then, he smiled all too falsely, saying to Zoë "I'm Uriel. Pardon me for not believing that's it's a pleasure to meet you." Turning to Aren, he wrinkled his nose before turning back to the rude friend. The angel didn't exactly respond well to being pushed, threatened and stared at like a defect. It made him want to poke her in her bright green eye.
'Please tell me she isn't always like this,' Uriel's voice spoke in his ward's thoughts 'That isn't going to sit well with me. Especially when I'm not exactly in a happy state right now.'
It really wasn't. If she ended up being a nice person, then good for everyone. What happened a minute ago was just a person protecting their home. However, if Zoë ended up being a jerk, then there were going to be problems. Even though Uriel could kill her with his finger. She seemed a good friend of Aren's though, so killing was a no go. And yeah, he was still feeling aggressive after what happened the previous night. It would hopefully wear off soon though. Finally, he moved away from Aren to go sit on the couch, saying "As much as I'd like to take my leave, whatever your name is, I can't. Looks like you'll be gaining a new friend, or acquaintance at least." Uriel gave a big smile, which was borderline, if not already, sarcastic.
After that, he laid himself down on the couch, and sighed. Out of view, he managed to summon his book. Opening it up, he began to read like last time, suggesting as he did "Maybe the three of us can go out. One, so I can get to know that ray of sunshine over there. And two, you can enlighten your friend on everything that's happened in her absence. My favorite part of the story is how you were stupid enough to be borderline drug raped." He hadn't been paying them any attention as he spoke, just casually flipping pages of his book as he read on. The angel's face was pretty much emotionless, except for the tiny downward curve of his lips as he came across something his book told him.
Uriel stared at Zoë, blue eyes narrowed to slits. If he were any less caring, he would've snatched the knife and stabbed it into her foot.
"I didn't know you liked to be friends with skanks," he grumbled, so quietly one almost didn't hear. He didn't use it in "slut" definition though. The word also meant unpleasant or a rude person. The angel's wings twitched under his skin, blue orbs eyeing the newcomer up and down once. Then, he smiled all too falsely, saying to Zoë "I'm Uriel. Pardon me for not believing that's it's a pleasure to meet you." Turning to Aren, he wrinkled his nose before turning back to the rude friend. The angel didn't exactly respond well to being pushed, threatened and stared at like a defect. It made him want to poke her in her bright green eye.
'Please tell me she isn't always like this,' Uriel's voice spoke in his ward's thoughts 'That isn't going to sit well with me. Especially when I'm not exactly in a happy state right now.'
It really wasn't. If she ended up being a nice person, then good for everyone. What happened a minute ago was just a person protecting their home. However, if Zoë ended up being a jerk, then there were going to be problems. Even though Uriel could kill her with his finger. She seemed a good friend of Aren's though, so killing was a no go. And yeah, he was still feeling aggressive after what happened the previous night. It would hopefully wear off soon though. Finally, he moved away from Aren to go sit on the couch, saying "As much as I'd like to take my leave, whatever your name is, I can't. Looks like you'll be gaining a new friend, or acquaintance at least." Uriel gave a big smile, which was borderline, if not already, sarcastic.
After that, he laid himself down on the couch, and sighed. Out of view, he managed to summon his book. Opening it up, he began to read like last time, suggesting as he did "Maybe the three of us can go out. One, so I can get to know that ray of sunshine over there. And two, you can enlighten your friend on everything that's happened in her absence. My favorite part of the story is how you were stupid enough to be borderline drug raped." He hadn't been paying them any attention as he spoke, just casually flipping pages of his book as he read on. The angel's face was pretty much emotionless, except for the tiny downward curve of his lips as he came across something his book told him.
Kaicep
Kai
(( Hiya, sorry to disappoint you with no post ;~; but I most likely won't be able to update this for a week, just a head's up. Early tomorrow morning I have to catch a flight to New York and will be staying there until next Friday.
Unfortunately most of my stay there will be spent at rehearsals and such. (I'm performing with my dance company in the Macy's parade. :3)
Sorry for the delay /: ))
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Unfortunately most of my stay there will be spent at rehearsals and such. (I'm performing with my dance company in the Macy's parade. :3)
Sorry for the delay /: ))
@Krampus
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