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

Started March 08, 2021 by @cryptic-glitch

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Simon growled softly, angry, and ripped out a bigger chunk. “It was insanely stupid. So insanely stupid, in fact that I might kill you myself.”

Raz swallowed a retort and slowly nodded "yeah, I know." He rubbed at his eyes and relaxed his head against the couch. "Fine, you can kill me. I deserve that for what I did. But at least let me get a good night's rest. I haven't slept well in days."

“You can have the bed,” Simon said, masking his slight amusement. “And if you try to argue with me, I will pick you up and throw you into the bed myself. And then lock you in all by your lonesome.”

"I have no doubtt hat you wouldn't." He laughed and arched an eyebrow. "All by my lonesome huh? So you're telling me I can finally sleep without hearing you snore all night?" He joked, glancing down at the carpet and gently helping Spooks take her claw out of the strands.

“I do not snore,” Simon said angrily. “And I would, given a good reason. I would throw you in my room. No qualms.”

Raz smiled and rolled his eyes, "okay, maybe not loudly but you do occasionally." He reasoned, scooping Spooks into his lap. "And what would be a good reason for you? Hm?"

“Um. If you ran off to hell again? Hurt my cats. Stole my soda. Do you need more reasons or is that enough?”

"fair enough. I can guarentee you I won't do any of those things. Well save for the cats. They're very persuasive." He chuckled lightly and pressed a kiss to Spook's head. "I'll sleep in a bit." He promised

"I can't make you sleep," Simon said. He leaned back, laying on the floor, still picking at the carpet. The earlier discussion had made him antsy, but he certainly wasn't going to say anything.

Raz tilted his head in contemplation. "You could, though I'm pretty sure not in any way that would be pleasant. He scooted back up to the couch, letting Spooks go where she pleased. "Just know that I'm.nit letting you sleep here either." He said, curling up on the corner of the couch and draping his wing over himself for warmth

"What if I want to sleep here?" Simon said petulantly. "The floor is quite comfortable." He rolled over onto his side and glared at Razielle.

"then I'm sleeping here." Raz retorted with a glare of his own. "I've done it before, it's not that uncomfortable. He shifted around and tucked one of the couch pillows under his head. "Perfectly good bed." He stated with a nod

Simon scrawled and stood up. He yanked Razielle off the couch, picked him up by the waist and carried Razielle into his bedroom and deposited on the bed.

razielle yelped in surprise as he was dragged off the couch and taken to Simon's bedroom. "I really hate how easily you can do that." Raz said, grabbing at Simon's shirt and gently tugged. "Please, stay Simon." He bit his lip, and let go of the shirt.

Simon flushed. "Oh, fine." He sat uneasily at the edge of his bed, brushing his hair out of his eyes. He didn't like how easily Razielle could persuade him, but he didn't say anything else, ruffling his wings slightly.

When he realized Simon wasn't going to move, Raz release a small sigh of relief and shifted so that he was in the far left of the bed, leaving more than half the bed to Simon for whenever he wanted to sleep. He curled up beneath the cover, nearly hiding himself completely and relaxed into the comfort of the bed. He peeked over the covers at Simon and muttered a soft "good night" before closing his eyes and evening out his breathing

Simon frowned and said, "Whatever." He got into bed, only because he knew Razielle would scold him if he didn't attempt to sleep. He closed his eyes, slightly uncomfortable.

Raz tried his best to sleep that night but every time he felt himself being pulled into slumber, he'd jolt himself awake. Countless times he felt himself reaching for Simon, for anyone that could pull him out of Hell, out of Lucifer's grasp. What had he'd been thinking going to Hell? Going to the prince himself? Razielle tossed and turned for until Sunday rise where he could finally find comfort in the early morning light to convince himself to sleep, though tears still dating his eyes as screams of agony invaded his normal dreams

Simon lightly placed his hand on Razielle arm, concerned. He gently shook Razielle awake. "Hey. It's alright."

Raz gasped awake at the light shaking, face stained with tears that had managed to escape. He controlled his breathing as he slowly took in his surroundings, took in Simon's form next to him. He was safe. He wasn't going to go back down there. He scooted up and rubbed at him eyes. "I'm sorry. Bad dream." He whispered the vague explanation, lightly touching Simon's hand on his arm to reassure him he was alright

"If you say so," Simon said. "You don't have to apologize, you know. I don't. . .I don't mind." He pulled his hand away, suddenly embarrassed.

Raz ganced up, wiping at his nose and cheeks. "You don't mind getting woken up in the early morning hours by someone who's trying to physically fight off a dream in their head?" He laughed and shook his head, resting it against the headboard. "If not for that then I'm sorry for getting you into this mess." He whispered softly. "For everything that had to do with Lic, with the Diety, with Gabriel…" He trailed off and hugged his knees to his chest.

"I got myself into this," Simon objected. "And I sort of did the same thing to you." He avoided Razielle's gaze, picking at his fingernails.

he closed his eyes and shrugged. "Hey, you made my otherwise very boring and invisible life suddenly very interesting, at the very least entertaining." He laughed softly and glanced at Simon, "I don't think I can ever forgive you for calling me a fluffy haired bitch." He teased

"Even if it's true?" Simon pushed his hair out of his eyes. "Although I suppose now I'm a fluffy haired bitch too."