care_less
Professional Procrastinator
Karma had nearly fell asleep as he peacefully laid besides Xander. It was times like this that made him forget about everything. Michael, Heaven, Lucifer. Hell, he almost forgot that the two were in Ireland. Nothing else mattered as long as Xander was okay, laying besides him. His thoughts were unfortunately short lived once he felt Xander flinch besides him. Karma quickly sat himself up and folded his wings in. He did so much to fast, and felt a shock against the muscle around his spine. He had to be careful, or else he could damage something. "I'm sorry," he apologized as he scooted himself away.
Everything turned for the worst as he watched Xander's wings tear out of his back. He cringed and stood up immediately. He wanted to do something. Something to help ease the pain or stop the bleeding. But there was nothing he could do. Every spell he could cast was holy, and would make Xander's condition worsen. "Go into the bath," Karma says as his glaze moved to his feet. "We should bandage the cuts up. They can get infected." He became nervous of getting too close, especially if Xander began merging with his demon body. It would have been more easy for the two to burn themselves. They were complete opposites. Karma had always heard that demon and angel relationships never worked out. What if there's was another example of such?
"I'll go get us new sheets. Don't leave the bathroom until-" his sentence was cut off as he watched Xander clean up the mess. Karma was surprised to see him handle the pain so well. He remembered screaming when his own wings first ripped out. But then again, he was a child at the time. He was sure that his pain tolerance was a lot smaller than Xander's was now. Karma felt tremendously terrible for not assisting him. There Xander was, cleaning up the bed while his back was in pain, and all Karma could do was watch. A long yawn slipped out as he sat at the corner of the now clean bed. Oh how he wished to get a moment of rest.
'That's not fair. Xander is tired too. Stop being selfish.'
Karma rubbed his eyes once he heard the voice in his head. Angels were supposed to be selfless, so thinking about himself should not be his go-to. He slowly laid himself down. The moment of comfortability was gone, and replaced with worry. He wanted to give Xander the rest he needed, and it was obvious to him that keeping his wings out was not an option. He had became too comfortable with them out, and now Xander was burned because of it. He placed his hand on top of Xander's head again. Slowly running his fingers through his hair as his eyes remained glued on the ceiling. The angel did not allow them to budge, which was rather easy as the cramping in the center of his back kept him from getting too comfortable.
Cosmic_Chaos
Everything turned for the worst as he watched Xander's wings tear out of his back. He cringed and stood up immediately. He wanted to do something. Something to help ease the pain or stop the bleeding. But there was nothing he could do. Every spell he could cast was holy, and would make Xander's condition worsen. "Go into the bath," Karma says as his glaze moved to his feet. "We should bandage the cuts up. They can get infected." He became nervous of getting too close, especially if Xander began merging with his demon body. It would have been more easy for the two to burn themselves. They were complete opposites. Karma had always heard that demon and angel relationships never worked out. What if there's was another example of such?
"I'll go get us new sheets. Don't leave the bathroom until-" his sentence was cut off as he watched Xander clean up the mess. Karma was surprised to see him handle the pain so well. He remembered screaming when his own wings first ripped out. But then again, he was a child at the time. He was sure that his pain tolerance was a lot smaller than Xander's was now. Karma felt tremendously terrible for not assisting him. There Xander was, cleaning up the bed while his back was in pain, and all Karma could do was watch. A long yawn slipped out as he sat at the corner of the now clean bed. Oh how he wished to get a moment of rest.
'That's not fair. Xander is tired too. Stop being selfish.'
Karma rubbed his eyes once he heard the voice in his head. Angels were supposed to be selfless, so thinking about himself should not be his go-to. He slowly laid himself down. The moment of comfortability was gone, and replaced with worry. He wanted to give Xander the rest he needed, and it was obvious to him that keeping his wings out was not an option. He had became too comfortable with them out, and now Xander was burned because of it. He placed his hand on top of Xander's head again. Slowly running his fingers through his hair as his eyes remained glued on the ceiling. The angel did not allow them to budge, which was rather easy as the cramping in the center of his back kept him from getting too comfortable.
Cosmic_Chaos