forum "I'll take your heart out with a spoon." OxO // CLOSED

Started March 08, 2021 by @cryptic-glitch

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"I do not have a 'pissy mood,' thank you ever so much. And I am most certainly not going to lay down." He scooted backward, pressing his back against the couch in a halfhearted attempt to stay away from Razielle.

Raz huffed a small laugh and gave Simon a pointed look "you definately do. And I'm not doing anything weird. I used to do this with the young angels at home who always complained about the cold. It usually works."

"Fuck you," he said under his breath, and reluctantly laid on the couch, pulling the blanket up to his chin. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this."

Raz arched an eyebrow before unfurling one of his wings and wrapping it around Simon, hoping the feathers offered some sort of warmth. He pulled over the book he had been reading and opened it to the page he had ended off on, not expecting to sleep much now. Instead, he started to softly read aloud.

Simon flushed as Razielle’s feathers touched his and he froze, staying absolutely still. His therapist was still working with him on the fact that physical contact wasn’t a bad thing, but it always made him feel uncomfortable. However, Razielle was warm, so he said nothing and stayed still.

Raz was equally as hesitant but he tried to remain calm and relaxed. He continued to read for an or so until he noticed himself slurring a few of the words. He finally set the book aside and rested his head against his hand, promising himself he'd take a short nap just to let his eyes rest

Simon focused on Razielle's feathers, counting them under his breath. His shivering slowed down somewhat, possibly just from being near someone else. He tucked his hands under his legs and kept counting Raz's feathers, assuming the other boy had fallen asleep.

Raz fell into a deeper sleep as the night/early morning slipped bye. His wings quivered slightly on occassion, defensively fluffing up before eventually settling back to normal, almost as if sensing a danger had come and gone.

Simon eventually relaxed, turning onto his side, his back to Razielle. His wings were pulled in close to his body, and he tried to keep as much distance as he could between himself and Razielle. Against his (better?) judgement, he flipped over and inched closer to Razielle, drawn by his warmth.

Raz managed to sleep through most of the morning, only waking up when Spooks pawed at his nose. He jerked awake slightly and pulled on his glasses "good morning to you too, night owl." He murmured with a yawn, careful not to wake Simon as he pulled his wings to him. He stood and found another blanket stashed away, hoping Simon wouldn't mind the slight mess he made trying to find all the blankets. He then set off to start breakfast, both for the cats and for them.

Simon snored softly, his blanket wrapped around himself tightly. He shifted slightly, and in doing so he fell off the couch with a thud. He snapped awake and Spooks meowed at him. "Yes, yes. I see you," he said, his words blending together from sleep.

Razielle hid a laugh as he set Spooks and Jack's food bowls down along with some water. "She's not the most reasonable alarm clock is she?" He questioned, dissapearing to the bathroom to find Jack, apologising for taking him from his hiding spot.

"Now you know why I don't get enough sleep," Simon said, pulling himself to his feet. "Ow. Where'd you put the Advil?" He went to the bathroom and ran cold water, splashing it on his face.

"should be on the top shelf of the cabinets," he called from the kitchen, setting Jack down on the ground near his food before finding a few eggs, bread, ham and some veggies. "Don't tell him." He whispered, sneaking the cats a chunk of ham.

Simon swallowed a pill then sat at the table. "What're you cooking?" He tipped his head, running a hand through his hair. Spooks meowed at him and he picked the cat up, setting her on his lap.

"was thinking of making a warm breakfast sandwich." He replied, giving Jack one last scratch behind the ears before he slunk back to the bathroom sink. "Want tea again or something else?"

"I'm not hungry," he said. "I wouldn't mind a cup of water, though." He set Spooks on the ground, idly watching Razielle work. His hands were still shaky, and he was still cold but it wasn't as bad.

"well, if you do ever get hungry, there's still the leftover soup in the fridge. I'll leave you a bit of the sandwich too." He said, turning on the stove to start toasting the bread with a bit of butter. He passed Simon a glass of water.

"Thank you," he said, dipping each of his fingers, one at a time into the water. He watched the clear liquid drip on the table, then repeated the process.

"no problem." He muttered In reply as he turned over the bread, hissing softly from the heat. He turned away to prepare the rest of the ingredients, glancing over at Simon for a moment.

"What?" Simon said, irritated. "You do that all the time, you know. That look." He flicked water at Razielle.

He shook his head "just concerned. After all we did just go through hell, you possessed Lucifer, and you are going through withdrawal." He said with a pointed look, flinching at the water and finding a towel to dry himself

"I think you're concerned all the time." He grinned. "It wasn't that much water, you wuss."

"it comes with being a therapist," Razielle defended with a small huff, "I'm not a wuss, and shut up, the water was cold." He whined, splashing Simon back with water from the sink, sticking his tongue out childishly

“You are a wuss,” Simon said, shielding himself with his wings. “And it wasn’t that cold. You’re more temperature sensitive than me.”