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

Started March 08, 2021 by @cryptic-glitch

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"am not!" He argued with a laugh, adding cheese and ham to the sandwich. "And yes, we're all sensitive to the cold after long periods of being warm,some more than other but it's natural."

"Can I make a joke?" Simon said, exasperated. "I try to be funny and then you get all smart-assed."

"Hey, you know therapists say about making jokes, I'd be careful." Raz said, waving a knife in Simon's direction. "Being a smart-ass is a whole other level of humor, it's not my fault if you can't see that." Raz teased, finding half a head of lettuce and beginging to chop it up along with a tomato

"I'm the smart-ass," Simon said. "You don't get to be the smart-ass. And don't wave a knife at me."

"it's fun to change things up again." He set the knife down and placed the lettuce in a stainer to be washed in the sink. "Consider it payback for calling me a wuss." He said lightly, draining the salad and finding a plate to build the rest of the sandwich

He scoffed. "I don't think that's payback. I think you're just trying to get a rise out of me." He watched Razielle make his sandwich.

"it's working, isn't it?" He snickered and took the knife again, cutting in half. He put the halves back on the griddle for a few more moments to warm everything. He started to boil some water for tea on the stovetop

“No, it’s not,” Simon said. “In fact, I think you’re only succeeding in getting a rise out of yourself.”

" am I really now?" He shrugged and added a tea bag to an awaiting mug. "There's no harm in a bit of lighthearted teasing in the morning." He mused, turning off the stock and taking the sandwich off the griddle. "Sure you don't want some?"

"I'm sure. I don't know why you keep asking," Simon said, spinning the half-empty glass of water around on the table, watching the water swirl around. "And yes. You think that you're funny, but you aren't, you know."

"I keep asking because you've barely eaten in two days. You and I both know that barely eating and sleeping can't be good for you. You have no idea how many people I've seen wither away after withdrawal by doing the exact same thing." He sat at the table with his half of the sandwich.
"think what you want, at least one of us thinks I'm entertaining, is that right Spooks?" He gently nudged the cat's head

Simon snorted and pulled a piece of lettuce out of Razielle's sandwich, placing it on his tongue. "Happy now?" He half-heartedly chewed it. "Ew." Spooks hooked her claws on his pant leg and he picked her up. "You are very needy, young lady. Do you know that?"

"hey! You have your own food." He snapped, scooting back a bit in his chair so Simon couldn't reach. "Maybe it'd taste better with the rest of the sandwich." He pulled his legs to his chest, balancing the plate on his knees

“That is my food,” Simon said, amused. “ And I don’t want the whole sandwich. I’ll say again; I’m not hungry.”

Raz huffed a sigh and rolled his eyes while munching through his bite of food "how are you not hungry? After emptying your dinner and breakfast onto my shoes yesterday morning and going through the ordeal in Hell, how are you not starving right now?"

Simon shrugged. "As if I know. I don't know why you're so concerned with my intestinal tract." He tilted his head downward, peering into his cup of water.

"I'm concerned with your health. Especially after all this." He waved a hand in the air and took a deep breath "you're so close, Simon. So close. Don't let whatever may be going on, whether it's going through withdrawal, or possessing Lucifer, stop you. You're not only doing this for yourself, I'm sure I don't need to remind you of that." He said firmly, slowly standing and setting the plate in the sink. "I'm going to home for a bit to take care a few things. I'll see you later to discuss about the Diery." He said, unable to look at Simon directly.

Simon frowned into his drink. "That was uncalled for," he said mildly, looking up at Razielle. "Why did you say that? If you don't need to remind me?" He leaned back in his chair, putting his arms on the table.

"because you don't seem to get it any other way. I refuse to watch on the sidelines while you neglect your health." He replied softly, turning and walking to the door, hands shaking slightly as he reached for the handle

"I'm not neglecting my health," Simon said. "You're being overbearingly protective of me, you realize." He glared at him, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

Raz glared right back as he opened the door "I'm not arguing this anymore Simon. You don't want to end up where others have, barely a skeleton, barely alive. Some say it's worse then Hell." He said, leaving without letting Simon reply. He didn't know why he tried sometimes. With humans it usually came so effortless, helping them through their problems. With angels, he had found it to be significantly more difficult

Simon scowled, getting up, swaying slightly on his feet. He sat down on the couch, pulling a blanket over his lap. Spooks sat next to him, her feet tucked underneath her stomach and her eyes half-closed. Simon rested a hand on her head, rubbing her ears.

The moment Razielle got to his small apartment, he immediately ran a warm shower, taking as long as he wanted before ruluctantly leaving the warm water. He pulled on a white oversized knit sweatshirts and leggings. Sitting on the couch, he yanked over his computer and started checking through his emails, thanking all his patients for the kind emails wishing him well on his 'vaction.' He then set on researching things about the Diety, divine headfirst into all the biblical lore as well as some on angel kind

Simon closed his eyes in an attempt to sleep, but his thoughts were racing. He told himself he wasn’t going to look at the memory until Razielle returned, so he watched TV instead.

(have a slight plot but not sure if it fits where you're going with the story? :3)

Nearly three hours later, Raz had had about 5-6 pages of notes on the Diety alone, all mostly about his past and commonly known facts but it was a start. He glanced up at the clock on his wall. Nearly 4. He took a deep breath and packed a backpack with his laptop, notes and pens, planning on continuing his research at Simon's house.