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Ah. See, to her and him, what she said was actually very affectionate :P And she will express just that on my post :P
Heheheheh. *Imagines Lai bearing the brunt of this and returning it with venting his own frustrations on his pillow or in the middle of nowhere*
Hmm. . . .If we're gonna use the kids, we're gonna hafta put that second attack some ways in the future as I do not see these two getting along all that quickly :P
Hmm. . . .If we're gonna use the kids, we're gonna hafta put that second attack some ways in the future as I do not see these two getting along all that quickly :P
*Giggles* Feel free to work Lai like a dog :P No matter what it is(Save for leaving of course) or how the demon phrases it, he's ready to work!
EDIT: *Reads your last OOC post* Awww, we should have some of those, yes :P
EDIT: *Reads your last OOC post* Awww, we should have some of those, yes :P
When it becomes clear that the demon is simply going to ignore him Lai lets out a sigh and simply enjoys the sight of the children having fun. Not an old soldier, his actual years on the battlefield few, the angel is less taken in by the battle aspect of the play than Father Xephos, but he too occasionally has his mind jump to how they could be making use of their units better and how many would already be dead with such childish maneuvers. 'Pigtails could have taken him out right there if she hadn't stopped to slay that tuft of grass, and Javier leaves his back open far too often. He wouldn't make a good soldier' This thought actually cheers the angel up, the idea of any of them in an actual battle saddening him to no end.
'I would be happy if no more innocents had to suffer, but as long as the demons continue I their evil crusade the battles will continue, and little ones like these will grow in number, and in sadness. . .' He lets out a sad sigh, letting his gaze wander over to the church. 'This is such a peaceful place. . .And old. It's amazing how long this simple stone structure has lasted through so much. . .' The sorrow of all the destruction he knows he himself has caused weighs on him a bit, however as he sees the children piling on top of Javier and one of the girls in a “Bandit wave” he chuckles softly, his mood elevating. 'I've never hurt any one. I've never personally caused a human harm. They are God's precious creatures, and while I do not hate my fellows for the accidents they have had, I am ashamed that they all do not try as hard as I to preserve life. . .'
After his mother's rescue of him from his tumble to earth Lai began to pay more attention to the stories told by his family about the battles that have dropped down on to the surface and found that many times the death of a human was noted, but not in a way that showed any form of mourning. After the rescue however his mother began talking about how she had managed to divert fighting from human settlements and of maneuvers she'd come up with for keeping the battles away from the surface. Several thought her a little odd for it, and she always played it off as a way to make battles easier, but when they were alone his mother would speak more honestly. 'After the humans took care of me like that, she began feeling bad about all the humans that have died in the crossfire. Because of how they treated me, she began to mourn the loss of life. . .'
He sighs gently, the reoccurring wave of missing her making his energy flare ever so slightly. At the same time he tenses, looking back at the demon for the first time. His eyes flash at the sight. 'I've seen that look before. Uncle Inus, cousin Joal. . . .All the elders use to get like that a lot when they watched us play fighting. . . .He's thinking of the battlefield. . .' For a moment he wonders if he should try snapping Xephos out of it however quickly dismisses the idea as foolish seeing as the demon would likely take it as an attack and fight back. Instead he goes back to watching the kids until at last the figure of the priest moves and he waits a moment before following him to his feet. He smiles and shakes his head at the pleading looks shot his way, waving as the children slowly shuffle their way towards the clinking scraping noise.
Stretching slowly he looks over at the priest, making sure to keep any cheek from his expression. In a very soft voice he says, “You really take surprisingly good care of them, and not just for a demon. . .” He does not look at the man as he says this, instead giggling lightly at the sight of the little ones yelping lightly as the teacher finally appears and begins herding them inside. In a more normal voice he turns to face the priest fully and says, “So, what work do you have for me today? More hauling? I can do stacking and organizing too if that's what this place needs.” A touch of his old angelic confidence seeps in at this and almost jokingly he stands at attention and awaits his “Orders”.
'I would be happy if no more innocents had to suffer, but as long as the demons continue I their evil crusade the battles will continue, and little ones like these will grow in number, and in sadness. . .' He lets out a sad sigh, letting his gaze wander over to the church. 'This is such a peaceful place. . .And old. It's amazing how long this simple stone structure has lasted through so much. . .' The sorrow of all the destruction he knows he himself has caused weighs on him a bit, however as he sees the children piling on top of Javier and one of the girls in a “Bandit wave” he chuckles softly, his mood elevating. 'I've never hurt any one. I've never personally caused a human harm. They are God's precious creatures, and while I do not hate my fellows for the accidents they have had, I am ashamed that they all do not try as hard as I to preserve life. . .'
After his mother's rescue of him from his tumble to earth Lai began to pay more attention to the stories told by his family about the battles that have dropped down on to the surface and found that many times the death of a human was noted, but not in a way that showed any form of mourning. After the rescue however his mother began talking about how she had managed to divert fighting from human settlements and of maneuvers she'd come up with for keeping the battles away from the surface. Several thought her a little odd for it, and she always played it off as a way to make battles easier, but when they were alone his mother would speak more honestly. 'After the humans took care of me like that, she began feeling bad about all the humans that have died in the crossfire. Because of how they treated me, she began to mourn the loss of life. . .'
He sighs gently, the reoccurring wave of missing her making his energy flare ever so slightly. At the same time he tenses, looking back at the demon for the first time. His eyes flash at the sight. 'I've seen that look before. Uncle Inus, cousin Joal. . . .All the elders use to get like that a lot when they watched us play fighting. . . .He's thinking of the battlefield. . .' For a moment he wonders if he should try snapping Xephos out of it however quickly dismisses the idea as foolish seeing as the demon would likely take it as an attack and fight back. Instead he goes back to watching the kids until at last the figure of the priest moves and he waits a moment before following him to his feet. He smiles and shakes his head at the pleading looks shot his way, waving as the children slowly shuffle their way towards the clinking scraping noise.
Stretching slowly he looks over at the priest, making sure to keep any cheek from his expression. In a very soft voice he says, “You really take surprisingly good care of them, and not just for a demon. . .” He does not look at the man as he says this, instead giggling lightly at the sight of the little ones yelping lightly as the teacher finally appears and begins herding them inside. In a more normal voice he turns to face the priest fully and says, “So, what work do you have for me today? More hauling? I can do stacking and organizing too if that's what this place needs.” A touch of his old angelic confidence seeps in at this and almost jokingly he stands at attention and awaits his “Orders”.
*Is now very confused and heads off to read what happened*
EDIT: *Reads* Woooooooooooooooooooow. . . . .Illiendi doesn't get love at all does he?
EDIT: *Reads* Woooooooooooooooooooow. . . . .Illiendi doesn't get love at all does he?
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Wit and Wiles: The Means to an End ~ PopeAlessandros x PrincessOfMyBedroom
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10 yrs ago
Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
I have work to do too, so don't worry. Setting sounds good and I'll drop my idea on it later. Right now, I has to get back to work :P I get to cook my turkey tomorrow! Yays! See you later!
No, I am a man and she knew me well. I'm glad you like their names. Their full names are Tigrara, Kokonoe, and Nightcrawler :P Some animals are just not good around kids. I blame the owners and parents for stuff like that.
I imagine either that, or almost battle like sex slipping into really tender lovemaking :P
*Nod* *Nod* I agree, very nice feeling and one I look forward to in all my RPs *Grin* I call'em "Doki doki" moments, but I'm an Anime Otaku so Japanese slips in here and there when I talk :P "Doki doki" is the same as "Ba-dump ba-dump", as in the strong heart beat or heart flutter :P
I imagine either that, or almost battle like sex slipping into really tender lovemaking :P
*Nod* *Nod* I agree, very nice feeling and one I look forward to in all my RPs *Grin* I call'em "Doki doki" moments, but I'm an Anime Otaku so Japanese slips in here and there when I talk :P "Doki doki" is the same as "Ba-dump ba-dump", as in the strong heart beat or heart flutter :P
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Wit and Wiles: The Means to an End ~ PopeAlessandros x PrincessOfMyBedroom
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10 yrs ago
Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
This is a 1x1 RP between PopeAlessandros and PrincessOfMyBedroom, not us, don't post. Also, M/M, don't like, don't read!
Base Premise:
A new servant comes into the palace, this one with a sharp tongue. Acting with reproach when he spots the prince getting fresh with one of the maids, he catches not only the prince's wrath, but his interest.
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So, do you wanna start with setting, or plot?
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-Storage Space-
Base Premise:
A new servant comes into the palace, this one with a sharp tongue. Acting with reproach when he spots the prince getting fresh with one of the maids, he catches not only the prince's wrath, but his interest.
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So, do you wanna start with setting, or plot?
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-Storage Space-
Rasha whines and presses closer to Seishu while Inui takes a deep breath and purrs at the feelings coming from right outside the door. Even with Enasi's barrier up the young siblings tempest of negativity seeps through like a fine mist. After a few seconds however both little ones are up, standing beside the bed, ready to defend Seishu should he need defending. Thankfully the guardian has finished crying and carefully wipes his cheeks dry with the back of his hand before sitting up with a soft smile. “It's alright little ones, I think Hops has it all under control out there.” He chuckles as Spike joins the line, skittering to the end of the bed so he can see the door past the other two.
Not ready to actually fight them about it, and seeing as there is a rather sharp voice now cutting through the wood of the door with every word, Seishu repositions the pillows so that he can recline comfortably in an only slightly vertical position. He waits patiently for Enasi's second to do his job, even if he is ready to defend himself at a moment's notice. It isn't until the energy fades and the noises cease completely that the two relax and climb back up to lay with Seishu. Rasha turns into his feline form and settles on the guardian's chest while Inui settles on his side beside the white haired male, resting his head gently on Seishu's chest.
Seishu pets them both, enjoying the quite, however as things are always changing around the dream realm, he is not at all surprised when mere minutes later the little carrot top bustles his way into the room bearing food and drink for the lot of them. His comments confuse Seishu a bit and he glances at Harper. Rolling his eyes a moment later as he realizes Harper has done nothing to explain himself properly he sighs softly, taking a few bites and smiling softly at the chef. “It is quite good, but if you would please, head three doors down and see to Enasi. I think he is in need of some good cheer and some sustenance to aid his recovery.”
The siblings stop in the doorway as they hear this, small touches of guilt running through them to add to their already growing well of it after hurting their guardian. Cho stops for a moment too, not really willing to believe his ears. However after the moment passes he removes Finn and Starla's dishes from the cart, setting them on a table carefully, before he and Rue leave the room quickly, and without a word. Harper moves to follow, stopping just outside the door. Still holding his treat in one hand, utensil in the other, he gives the plant siblings a long hard look, then silently follows in the chef's footsteps towards his guardian's room.
Inui and Rasha sit on the edge of the bed between the doorway and Seishu, nibbling at their own dishes slowly while keeping an eye on the other two as they enter. They do not bother to tone down their negative emotions, after all, that ss why they were sent here. The tricky feline has to stop eating at the feeling of them, striking him like a tidal wave, however after only a few seconds Seishu calls out, "Lil Lokitt, if you don't mind, you're blocking my shadow.” Even though he is very serious about protecting Seishu right now Rasha has to smile at the altered turn of phrase, glancing back at Seishu so he can see it.
Seeing that he is completely serious however he lets out a little whine before setting his plate on the bed and vanishing into a corner to watch the scene play out. “There, now that everything's set, let me have it! C'mon, don't hold anything back, I can take it!” Very softly he adds, “Gem, might wanna plug your ears.” Inui complies just in time as a moment later Starla all but explodes at Seishu. At first her screaming is rather incoherent, a simple expression of rage laced with accusations of lies and betrayal. She pours every last little thought she had from the moment they noticed the garden begin to wilt to this very moment and by the time she is done Seishu is feeling quite refreshed.
When she is done screaming Finn starts, in a quieter voice pouring out all of his worry and ache along with his shame for hurting Lord Enasi and his fear about how the lord's recovery is going to go, and if they will be able to help. By the time he is done Starla gains her second wind and finally snaps out something Seishu can actually respond to. “How could you let something happen to Lord Enasi?! I thought you cared about him, you promised to protect him!”
She almost swallows her tongue a moment later as Seishu's eyes seem to light on fire and a deep growl fills the room. Inui shivers delightedly at the sound, flushing a moment later as he realizes just how he responded to Seishu's anger at the siblings. Rasha on the other hand purrs openly, covering his paws and subsequently his lower half in the process. Finn stands behind his sister, holding her arms supportively. He does not feel the weight she does as Seishu's attention is directed specifically towards her, and not him. In a low, hard voice he hisses, “I did what was best for both our realms, calculating risk and preserving life. It was Enasi's own fool decision to be all noble and take the bolt for me and if I had it to do over again I would rather take it in the chest than have to see and feel what I did.”
Starla shivers. With her rage mostly sapped away by Seishu she once more comes to realize that she is talking to someone as strong as her Lord and one who is more than willing at the moment to give her a sound whipping for her impertinence. Not quite done venting himself Seishu shifts and stands, causing both siblings to cower slightly. “I held him in my arms as the life slipped from his body, felt his blood pouring down my own, felt every ragged breath as my terror mounted, feeling as if it may very well be his last, and with every instant I spent not knowing if he would make it to the next one alive I was in a hell you can not even begin to imagine.”
Moving slowly he walks over to them as he speaks, their fear keeping them rooted to the spot. “So before you come in here, spouting out accusations like you are The Powers themselves passing out judgment you may want to get your facts straight and maybe, for once in your pathetic lives don't let that screwed up moral center in your heart make everyone who does not fall into your neat little box labeled 'Good' into a demon just so you don't have to blame the one you love for being a fuck-up!” His use of a vulgarity right there at the end, snapped out with such ferocity they are both quite sure they are about to be flayed alive, sends a shot of terror through them that created in an instant the perfect icing on the cake.
Like a pair of vipers his hands snap out and grab the siblings. As soon as the hands land they both let out small screams of pure, unadulterated terror, but after a moment the screams fade into sobs as with deadly efficiency Seishu drains out every last little bit of negative energy he can find. He is left feeling rather aroused himself at such a perfectly prepared meal however he ignores it completely. His hands slip down, snaking around the sibling's backs and with practiced ease he pulls them in close. With a hiccuping sob Finn buries his face against Seishu's chest, pressing his fists up under his chin as he let the tears simply pour out. Starla on the other hand reaches her left arm around Seishu's back and clings to him tightly while her other hand comes up and grips on to Seishu's bloody, tattered clothing while she cries into the guardian's shoulder.
Not ready to actually fight them about it, and seeing as there is a rather sharp voice now cutting through the wood of the door with every word, Seishu repositions the pillows so that he can recline comfortably in an only slightly vertical position. He waits patiently for Enasi's second to do his job, even if he is ready to defend himself at a moment's notice. It isn't until the energy fades and the noises cease completely that the two relax and climb back up to lay with Seishu. Rasha turns into his feline form and settles on the guardian's chest while Inui settles on his side beside the white haired male, resting his head gently on Seishu's chest.
Seishu pets them both, enjoying the quite, however as things are always changing around the dream realm, he is not at all surprised when mere minutes later the little carrot top bustles his way into the room bearing food and drink for the lot of them. His comments confuse Seishu a bit and he glances at Harper. Rolling his eyes a moment later as he realizes Harper has done nothing to explain himself properly he sighs softly, taking a few bites and smiling softly at the chef. “It is quite good, but if you would please, head three doors down and see to Enasi. I think he is in need of some good cheer and some sustenance to aid his recovery.”
The siblings stop in the doorway as they hear this, small touches of guilt running through them to add to their already growing well of it after hurting their guardian. Cho stops for a moment too, not really willing to believe his ears. However after the moment passes he removes Finn and Starla's dishes from the cart, setting them on a table carefully, before he and Rue leave the room quickly, and without a word. Harper moves to follow, stopping just outside the door. Still holding his treat in one hand, utensil in the other, he gives the plant siblings a long hard look, then silently follows in the chef's footsteps towards his guardian's room.
Inui and Rasha sit on the edge of the bed between the doorway and Seishu, nibbling at their own dishes slowly while keeping an eye on the other two as they enter. They do not bother to tone down their negative emotions, after all, that ss why they were sent here. The tricky feline has to stop eating at the feeling of them, striking him like a tidal wave, however after only a few seconds Seishu calls out, "Lil Lokitt, if you don't mind, you're blocking my shadow.” Even though he is very serious about protecting Seishu right now Rasha has to smile at the altered turn of phrase, glancing back at Seishu so he can see it.
Seeing that he is completely serious however he lets out a little whine before setting his plate on the bed and vanishing into a corner to watch the scene play out. “There, now that everything's set, let me have it! C'mon, don't hold anything back, I can take it!” Very softly he adds, “Gem, might wanna plug your ears.” Inui complies just in time as a moment later Starla all but explodes at Seishu. At first her screaming is rather incoherent, a simple expression of rage laced with accusations of lies and betrayal. She pours every last little thought she had from the moment they noticed the garden begin to wilt to this very moment and by the time she is done Seishu is feeling quite refreshed.
When she is done screaming Finn starts, in a quieter voice pouring out all of his worry and ache along with his shame for hurting Lord Enasi and his fear about how the lord's recovery is going to go, and if they will be able to help. By the time he is done Starla gains her second wind and finally snaps out something Seishu can actually respond to. “How could you let something happen to Lord Enasi?! I thought you cared about him, you promised to protect him!”
She almost swallows her tongue a moment later as Seishu's eyes seem to light on fire and a deep growl fills the room. Inui shivers delightedly at the sound, flushing a moment later as he realizes just how he responded to Seishu's anger at the siblings. Rasha on the other hand purrs openly, covering his paws and subsequently his lower half in the process. Finn stands behind his sister, holding her arms supportively. He does not feel the weight she does as Seishu's attention is directed specifically towards her, and not him. In a low, hard voice he hisses, “I did what was best for both our realms, calculating risk and preserving life. It was Enasi's own fool decision to be all noble and take the bolt for me and if I had it to do over again I would rather take it in the chest than have to see and feel what I did.”
Starla shivers. With her rage mostly sapped away by Seishu she once more comes to realize that she is talking to someone as strong as her Lord and one who is more than willing at the moment to give her a sound whipping for her impertinence. Not quite done venting himself Seishu shifts and stands, causing both siblings to cower slightly. “I held him in my arms as the life slipped from his body, felt his blood pouring down my own, felt every ragged breath as my terror mounted, feeling as if it may very well be his last, and with every instant I spent not knowing if he would make it to the next one alive I was in a hell you can not even begin to imagine.”
Moving slowly he walks over to them as he speaks, their fear keeping them rooted to the spot. “So before you come in here, spouting out accusations like you are The Powers themselves passing out judgment you may want to get your facts straight and maybe, for once in your pathetic lives don't let that screwed up moral center in your heart make everyone who does not fall into your neat little box labeled 'Good' into a demon just so you don't have to blame the one you love for being a fuck-up!” His use of a vulgarity right there at the end, snapped out with such ferocity they are both quite sure they are about to be flayed alive, sends a shot of terror through them that created in an instant the perfect icing on the cake.
Like a pair of vipers his hands snap out and grab the siblings. As soon as the hands land they both let out small screams of pure, unadulterated terror, but after a moment the screams fade into sobs as with deadly efficiency Seishu drains out every last little bit of negative energy he can find. He is left feeling rather aroused himself at such a perfectly prepared meal however he ignores it completely. His hands slip down, snaking around the sibling's backs and with practiced ease he pulls them in close. With a hiccuping sob Finn buries his face against Seishu's chest, pressing his fists up under his chin as he let the tears simply pour out. Starla on the other hand reaches her left arm around Seishu's back and clings to him tightly while her other hand comes up and grips on to Seishu's bloody, tattered clothing while she cries into the guardian's shoulder.
“Aoba, you silly boy, what are you doing up at this hour?” Fenrir mumbles, glancing at the mirror between reports. The mountains of paperwork littering speaking to the hours he's spent buried in them, unable to sleep. Rolling his shoulders he decides to take a little break, bringing the mirror up to his face so he can examine the scene more closely. Even in the middle of the night the moon reveals all the little changes that have taken place since the angel fell to earth and was embraced by demon kind. His darkened wings, his faintly tanning skin, his completely different wardrobe.
'And it's not just physical changes either' Fenrir muses. 'I don't think I have ever seen him more. . . .content. More satisfied at the end of each day, or more happy just going about his daily routine. He is surrounded by demons, with the threat of more dropping by each day, and not all are friendly, though I am still on the fence about these so called “friendly” demons he lives with. But that aside, every day his life is in danger, he's not sure he will make his way to the next season without running out of food, he is performing hard labor with hands he has trained long and hard to perform more delicate tasks, he even injures himself and is worked hard by an overbearing demon, and another who seems to want to push him to the limits just for fun. . .but still he's. . . .Happy' The angel knows Aoba is not completely happy, as no angel can be when God has turned his face from them, but comparing his old life to his new one, Aoba seems a far happier and content angel, despite all the bad in his life.
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With all of his senses tuned in to the angel constantly Kuro wakes the second he Aoba moves from his bed and is on his feet before the angel passes through the window. 'What is he thinking, going out in the middle of the night?!' He yawns, stretching and looking about the room. Over the past several days the young demon has spent a lot of time lost in thought, letting Dani and the Little Mouse get to know one another better, only having to separate them a couple times when the little demon got over excited or started playing too rough.
Lifting his eyes to the ceiling Kuro stares for several minutes, letting his mind wander freely over the past month and with a faint laugh he wonders what he would have said if someone told him this is where he would end up after being captured. 'I was ready to die up there, when they finally figured out pain was no motivator for me. That their petty anger and righteous wrath was never going to get them anywhere. I mean, I always figured there would be a way out, if I just kept my eyes open, but of all the endings I imagined, this. . .' He shakes his head, moving around to the front door and stepping outside.
As quietly as he can he ascends to the roof, landing lightly and making his way over to the angel's side. Without a word he settles down next to the angel, wrapping one of his warm wings around the smaller figure to keep the cool morning breeze at bay, lessening the chance of the silly angel catching a cold. He doesn't say anything, just sits there silently, protecting the angel even though he never asked for it. 'He never will ask either. He still doesn't get why I do it, why I'm here, why I care. . .' He sighs softly, looking up to the sky to watch the stars.
'And it's not just physical changes either' Fenrir muses. 'I don't think I have ever seen him more. . . .content. More satisfied at the end of each day, or more happy just going about his daily routine. He is surrounded by demons, with the threat of more dropping by each day, and not all are friendly, though I am still on the fence about these so called “friendly” demons he lives with. But that aside, every day his life is in danger, he's not sure he will make his way to the next season without running out of food, he is performing hard labor with hands he has trained long and hard to perform more delicate tasks, he even injures himself and is worked hard by an overbearing demon, and another who seems to want to push him to the limits just for fun. . .but still he's. . . .Happy' The angel knows Aoba is not completely happy, as no angel can be when God has turned his face from them, but comparing his old life to his new one, Aoba seems a far happier and content angel, despite all the bad in his life.
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With all of his senses tuned in to the angel constantly Kuro wakes the second he Aoba moves from his bed and is on his feet before the angel passes through the window. 'What is he thinking, going out in the middle of the night?!' He yawns, stretching and looking about the room. Over the past several days the young demon has spent a lot of time lost in thought, letting Dani and the Little Mouse get to know one another better, only having to separate them a couple times when the little demon got over excited or started playing too rough.
Lifting his eyes to the ceiling Kuro stares for several minutes, letting his mind wander freely over the past month and with a faint laugh he wonders what he would have said if someone told him this is where he would end up after being captured. 'I was ready to die up there, when they finally figured out pain was no motivator for me. That their petty anger and righteous wrath was never going to get them anywhere. I mean, I always figured there would be a way out, if I just kept my eyes open, but of all the endings I imagined, this. . .' He shakes his head, moving around to the front door and stepping outside.
As quietly as he can he ascends to the roof, landing lightly and making his way over to the angel's side. Without a word he settles down next to the angel, wrapping one of his warm wings around the smaller figure to keep the cool morning breeze at bay, lessening the chance of the silly angel catching a cold. He doesn't say anything, just sits there silently, protecting the angel even though he never asked for it. 'He never will ask either. He still doesn't get why I do it, why I'm here, why I care. . .' He sighs softly, looking up to the sky to watch the stars.
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