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

Started March 08, 2021 by @cryptic-glitch

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“A fluke? I don’t believe that. I could easily remove you from the equation, pal,” Simon said, setting his empty bottle on the coffee table.

"but you didn't." He tilted his head and arched a challenging eyebrow at Simon. He shrugged and gently rested his head against Jack. "Not going to lie that kind of surprised me."

Simon grinned. “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” he said. “Plus, you’re a picture-perfect scapegoat,” he added, mostly joking.

"oh so that's how your doing this, I see." Raz laughed and nodded "wow, and here I thought you actually wanted to be friends." He shook his head with a smile and shrugged "I don't believe your using me as a scapegoat. At least that's what I hope."

Simon blinked. “You wanted to be friends with me?” He inched farther away from Razielle on the couch, uncrossing his legs. “I d- Oh.”

He shrugged and glanced up at the TV to distract himself from the awkwardness "maybe not at first. Kinda thought you were like every other stuck up pretentious soul. But you're actually not that bad, at least when you're not pissed off." His brows turned up slightly in concern as Simon scooted away but he didn't say anything.

Simon looked slightly flustered. "Thank you," he said hesitantly. "I am pretty stuck-up."

"you're welcome." he chuckled lightly and nodded "you are but it's not as annoying as I thought before." He smiled lightly and rubbed Jack's head, returning to giving the cat affection

Simon didn’t say anything, thinking about what Razielle said. Spooks meowed at him and he picked her up absentmindedly, setting the cat in his lap.

Raz relaxed into the couch as he watched the movie, commentating occasionally on some of the scenes and then falling silent for a bit

As the movie ended, Simon got up and took the disc out, setting it on the TV stand, then put his empty bottle in the recycling. He looked outside at the dark sky, then at Razielle. In a bout of kindness that he neither expected or liked, he offered, "You can have my bed. If you don't want to leave."

Raz took a deep breath and stretched his limbs out, his wings fluttering behind him as he pulled his wings out of their cramped position. He blinked and tilted his head "you don't have to do that, I'm fine sleeping here if you're alright with me sleeping here again. I didn't realize how late it had gotten." He said, sheepishly.

"I did it anyway," he said. "Look, accept the offer or I'll feel bad. My detergent smells like cinnamon, if that impacts your decision."

Raz laughed softly and sighed deeply "it hasn't impacted it until now, but thank you for bringing it up. I'll sleep in your bed if you're really bothered by me sleeping on the couch." He finally agreed. "On one condition."

Simon frowned. “What is it?” he asked warily, watching Razielle with a carefully guarded expression.

"that you also sleep in your bed. Not with me or anything weird like that but I'd feel bad if you gave up sleeping comfortably only for me to sleep in your bed." Raz reasoned, trying to keep himself from thinking about actually sleeping with another person, let alone Simon.

Simon tipped his head, considering. “Fine,”
he said tonelessly and went to his bedroom kicking off his shoes and pulling off his shirt. He got into bed on the right side, laying at at the edge and pulling the covers up over his head.

Raz sat on the living room couch for a moment, stunned that Simon would agree so quickly. He glanced down at Jack, as if the cat could reassure him that what Simon had said was true. He sighed softly and kissed Jack on the head. "I guess I'll see you and Spooks in the morning." He gently nudged the cat aside onto the couch and stood up. He slowly made his way to the bedroom and peeked inside, only seeing a silhouette of Simon laying under the sheets. He took a deep breath and walked to the empty space on the bed to the left. He felt a bit weird getting into the unfamiliar bed but he felt more uncomfortable walking home alone at such a late hour of the night. He nudged aside the sheets and curled up near the edge. "Thank you, for letting me sleep here." He muttered softly over his shoulder at Simon. He rested his head on his arm and closed his eyes, breathing in the faint cinnamon cent of the sheets

Simon made a noncommital noise in response to Razielle, curling into a ball with his wings wrapped around himself. After a while, he drifted into sleep, happy that he was finally getting some rest. This joy was quickly dispelled by the fact that he was having a nightmare.
He was running away from something. Usually, in the nightmares, it was some horrible form of Anael, like a demon version of him. This time, he couldn't look behind him to see what it was. He kept trying to, nonetheless. The scenery looked somewhat like Hell, all red and black and burnt up. He tripped on something, and as he hit the ground, everything went black.
He shot up in bed, his wings puffed up defensively. His head hurt terribly, but he couldn't do a lot about that. He looked up at the ceiling, trying to calm his breathing. He knew it wasn't real, but it still was disconcerting.

Raz whined softly and woke up "hey, you alright?" He asked sleepily, scooting up so that he was sitting up. "Did you have one of those dreams where you feel like your falling or something?" He asked softly, yawning and stretching. "Or was it nightmare?"

"I'm fine," Simon snapped, forcing his wings to relax. "I'm fine," he repeated, giving Razielle a hard look. He was suddenly very self-conscious of the fact that he had no shirt, so he got up and dug a hoodie out of his closet, putting it on and pulling the sleeves down over his wrists.

Raz sleepily glared at Simon before looking away as he pulled on the hoody. "You're clearly not fine." He said softly "despite how much you want to.lie to me or yourself."

"Fuck off," Simon said, puffing his wings up again. "I don't need your charity. And you don't get to tell me how I feel.'

Raz laughed humorlessly and crossed his arms over his chest "I'm not offering any charity Simon. I'm only telling what I see. And clearly it's something different from what you're telling me." He shrugged with a shake of his head and curled back up again. "If you do that want to talk, fine. But don't brush it off as if it's nothing." He said, curling his wings around him as he faced the wall.

"What is there to talk about, Razielle?" Simon said, pulling his knees up to his chest. "It's over now and it doesn't matter. I don't see why it matters so much to you."