Zack bit his lip and looked down at his feet, that feeling of dirtiness still stolen over him. He couldn’t like this Angel. The thought could reduce him to literal tears if he let it, and he felt very close with all of the emotions bubbling forth. He gestured for Caz to follow him and turned his back on the Angel, shuffling out slowly from the apartment. Zack hardly had anything to bring, for everything he owned that had value to him was at home. At Draa-Mora. He tried to bring himself to be happy about it, but he felt as if Cas was merely a stranger. He’d never be able to pass him off as his mate if he were asked. He suddenly paused and turned to the other, sucking breath in through his sharp teeth.
“I-I… I’m so confused, Caz,” Zack whispered in his close-to-tears voice, which was shaky and unsure, just like the foundations threatening to fall in his heart. It squeezed at him and simply made him want to rip his beating heart out and throw it.
(squishes Zack into a hug nuuu don't cry my bby, is gonna be okey (இ﹏இ`｡))
Caz had begun to walk after Zack but stopped when Zack did. The shakiness in Zack's voice tore at his heart. Years of his kind being tortured, years of his own family members and friends being killed. And now this. It was bound to be confusing, because for the first time ever there was someone on the angel's side that wanted to make things right with the demons, and that in it's self was taboo.
Caz had so many regrets. He should have helped that demon when he was screaming for help before being killed off. He should have freed that small demon child which held more innocence in her eyes than any angel ever had. Right now, he had two choices. The two choices he was always presented with. Will you turn a blind eye or help the one that's breaking right in front of you?
Casimir's arm slowly extended and took Zack into a hug. It was like drops of heavy black ink tainting the clear water. Sinful. That's what his actions were. "It's very confusing.." Caz admitted. He didn't quite know what to say to that. "But it's okay. I'll help you. All of you. And you won't have to feel like this. I've made my mind up and I'm not going back no matter how scary it may seem." The words seemed to flow smoothly from his lips, yet with such determination that there was an edge to them, like something that came genuinely from his heart.
(;o; so sad man)
Zack sniffled, biting his lips on resistance to the tears. He allowed himself to lean into the hug, wrapping his arms around Caz’s chest and burying his head into his chest. He heaved deeply, blinking his tears away. But they slowly fell from his heavy lids, dropping off of his lashes and soaking into Caz’s shirt. He squeezed the Angel as lightly as possible, enjoying the hug as much as possible. He was so touch starved of gentle things like this, and receiving such soft words, and such a gentle hug seemed to break him down even more. He didn’t know what to think anymore, just the fact that his chest was heaving in the effort to not cry any more than he already was. His body just wanted to break down and full on sob, but some strong person (who was already so small within his soul) told him that he was a Demon. Demons didn’t cry. They couldn’t feel any sort of sensitive emotions around Angels, for they would pounce on them. Somehow, though, Zack felt comfortable and safe in Caz’s arms. He nodded at his words despite hardly listening to them, sniffling quite pathetically in his opinion. He was such… a small, disgusting being for doing this, for letting someone see him so broken down.
Caz slowly pressed Zack against him in a tight yet soft hug. He felt for the small figure, so much pain radiated off of him that it made Caz's heart hurt. He rubbed the back of the small demon gently, trying to soothe him.
"It's going to be okay, I promise. I'll do everything in my power to help you get through this" He whispered, his voice ever so soft and delicate.
This was the very first time Caz saw any demon cry like this, things like this never happened, for the demons never let anyone see their weakness, especially not angels.
Caz had never admitted it, but he was quite fond of the demons, especially Zack. He liked them in a way that made him want to protect them, help them get away from his own kind's grasps. Caz was probably the only one of his kind that held a grudge again the angels.
Caz sang a soft tone to the demon, one that was in Hebrew and that was sung to him when he was just a kid.
Elohim bará et HaShamaim
Halleluia, Halleluia
Elohim bará et HaÁrets
Halleluia, Halleluia
Elohim Bará Et HaHayim
Elohim Bará Et HaHayim..
It was a song that told of God and what he had created, like the heavens, earth, and life. Sure, it probably wasn't appropriate to sing to Zack but he didn't know of any other song to soothe the trembling demon with. It was the closest thing he thought of that had a soft delicate rhythm.
(okay but i would die for Zack a thousand times over-
also, also, if you're like, maybe curious how the song sounds like, i'll leave a link !
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aT3gi_0p0cs)
(same and thanks for the link! It’s also like, a whole bop not gonna lie lmao)
Zack stood there in the hug for as long as he could remember, gasping and occasionally giving the softest of whimpers through his tears. Zack listened to the song and listened to the melody, caring not for the meaning behind it. Slowly, he let it soothe his sobs, and after what felt like an eternity, moved his face from where it had soaked Caz’s shirt. He rubbed his eyes with his heavy sleeves, still leaning his weight into the Angel like a child in need. He was as old as time itself, it felt like, but he still had emotions, strong ones that hadn’t been released in so long. Now that he had finally let it go, let everything crashing down on him expressed into tears in a soft chest of someone who cared, he felt better.
He didn’t realize it’d feel so… so nice. It was like he was being held in his mother’s arms at a very young age, letting her tend to his tears and assure him with all of her means necessary.
(also if you’re gonna be on all night I’ll make it my mission to stay up with you lmao. idk when we’re gonna have another chance to RP consecutively like this)
(XD alrighty, cool, yeah, that's true, i'll be on all night so we can do that, just give me a sec while i go take a shower lmao)
(yessss ok I wait patiently :>)
(Aight, im back now)
Once Zack pulled away from his chest, Caz had a slight sad smile on his face. "Are you okay now?.." He asked softly, his eyes warm and kind.
Caz didn't know where all the emotion was coming from. Was it from what had just happened? Or the fact that he had to take him to his home…? Or was it because of what the angels had done? He didn't know, perhaps it was a mix of all of that.
"If you'd like we can stay a bit longer? Your needs come first you know" Caz found himself saying.
He was always like this. He didn't care if he was hurt, his wings could be torn to piece but still he would put others before himself, demon or not.
Zack sniffled again as he pulled away to support his own weight, wobbling a little on his legs. He didn’t want to go home without a definite mate, someone to spend time with and enjoy the many pleasures of a relationship. It would just feel wrong to him, who had been hearing the same hopeful words over and over again.
“I’d like to stay a little longer with you,” Zack mumbled as he wiped his eyes on his sleeves again. His eyes were red and puffy from his tears, and his gaze was adverted as he tried to stop himself from bursting into tears again.
(yaaaay!)
Caz smiled at that. "Okay, we can stay a little longer." He assured Zack, setting his hand on his head and petting him lightly.
"Is there anything in specific that you want to do?" Caz asked, wondering if getting more tacos would make Zack feel better.
Course, staying longer there on earth would risk Caz getting found out by the other angels. He had killed Jasper and they would eventually find out that the black sheep of the group had done it. It's going to be okay he had to remind himself. It would be some time before they really knew who had done it and Caz would act normal until then.
He looked down at Zack and just seeing the small figure made Caz's heart warm up. Then, there was this hot searing pain on his back that burned, tears pricked at his eyes but he held back any emotion of discomfort on his face, trying his best to act like nothing was giving him trouble.
"We could go somewhere for fun, take your mind off things if thats alright with you. Maybe it'll clear your head and you'll find the one" Caz offered, knowing that Zack would never want an angel as a mate, no demon would ever want an angel as one and it was reasonable. It made sense, but for some reason it made his heart hurt.
(Ahhh man, sorry, i must have fell asleep x.x)
(That’s alright, I did too. Oof well I’ll see you in a few weeks on winter break lmao)
Zack shook his head and he moved closer to the Angel, wanting another hug. He didn’t want to go out or do anything, and be imposed by Humans who were much happier than he was. Humans had it all up here, food, water, and their own mate, and some barely seemed to have their own troubles.
“I don’t wanna go anywhere. I just wanna lay down,” He finally mumbled, close enough to the Angel that he could lean into him, but didn’t. He didn’t want to sleep alone, either. He wanted to curl up with someone and feel protected, like if something happened that safe feeling would still be stolen over him. The only person who could give that to him right now… was the Angel.
He was too shy to ask, though. What if Caz thrust him off and told him to go find someone else to cuddle and fall asleep with? Tell him there was no way that Zack would want to fall asleep with him, for that’s what mates do. Zack rubbed his eyes again, trying to push back more tears, some already slipped from his lids and fallen off of his lashes.
(or maybe sooner than you thought ;)
Caz noticed how close Zack was and how he hadn't moved. Perhaps he enjoyed Caz's presence? Casimir quickly withdrew the thought from his head. There was no way a demon would ever enjoy an angel's presence, especially not his.
When Zack spoke up, Caz nodded slightly. "If you want you can take my bed? My room's much warmer than the other- and definitely warmer than the living room-" But Caz was cut off by seeing the small demon cry. Caz's eyes seemed to droop a little at the tears starting to fall from Zack's eyes again.
"Hey.." He said gently. "Don't cry…" Caz spoke, a feeling of dread and sadness filling him. He felt helpless in this situation. What was he supposed to do? How could he help Zack? Then an idea shattered his anxious thoughts.
"What if I stay close to you while you sleep? Maybe sing you a song? Would that make you feel better?" He asked, shooting his shot, but not sure if Zack would take the offer. So many thoughts crossed his mind, ones that tainted his heart with a certain forbidden kind of lust. Though, Caz knew better than to act upon them. That would kill him before anything else.
(gasp MUMU)
Zack blinked his tears away, rubbing them away from his lashes with his overlarge sleeves most like a child. He sniffled quietly and leaned into the Angel slowly once more, resting his head against his chest. Something about this Angel made him feel safe and very secure, as if there was just something different surrounding him. His moral fiber was definitely different from that of a normal Archangel, who would’ve killed him way before he was even able to show such gentle emotions.
“I’d like that,” Zack murmured quietly to him, gently grabbing onto his shirt. Before he could stop it, the words “Could you carry me?” left his lips, and there was no taking it back. Zack didn’t really regret asking it as much as he might’ve thought before, though. He found himself enjoying the feeling of leaning against Caz’s firm, somewhat muscular frame, with his hands resting close to his breasts. Thoughts leaked in and out of Zack’s brain, some referring to the shape of the Angel, others thoughts so unlike his own they sort of scared him. He’d never… really… felt this way for anyone, and feeling it for an Angel was definitely rickety, dark, and strange territorty.
(heya xD decided to come on today to make up for yesterday since i was sick. I've had a fever all day and i feel icky (๑-﹏-๑))
A warm smile appeared on Caz's lips as Zack leaned into him once more. He held the small figure for a little longer, letting him settle and calm down. He seemed so emotionally torn- almost beyond repair that Caz wondered if something else had happened before all of this.
As soon as Zack spoke again, and the words 'could you carry me' left his lips, Caz didn't miss a beat. He swiftly and gently scooped Zack up. Caz's eyes seemed to hold a sharp stare, like that of a sophisticated angel as he looked towards the hall, though the look changed when he looked back at Zack, taking on a more gentle tone.
Caz walked to his room and set down Zack on his bed. His room was messy, Caz had never bothered to clean it, he never thought that someone one day would be sleeping in it other than him. Now he felt slightly embarrassed but tried to pay it no mind. "I hope this is okay" he laughed nervously. "Sorry, my room is a mess…im not too huge on cleaning" he admitted as he walked over to his closet and pulled out some fluffy blankets. He made his way over to Zack again and wrapped him in the warm fluffy blankets. "If you want anything else I can get it for you, just say the word" He said softly as he sat beside Zack in a chair.
Caz had decided not to jump the gun and assume Zack wanted to sleep with him, so instead, he sat close to him, not breaking his word.
(aw sick mumu. I hope you feel better soon!!!!)
Zack relaxed as he was scooped up, his small frame barely holding any weight, allowing him to be as light as air. He peeked open his eyes when he was set down on the comfortable bed, watching Casmire with soft, wide, grey eyes. He assisted in the wrapping of his body, but as soon as Caz simply settled next to him in a chair, he opened his arms and the blanket for a cuddle. He’d be too cold without the warmth of something, and his wings were quite too large for that.
“I wanna… I wanna cuddle,” The Demon mumbled with a small blush tinging his cheeks. Demons were very physical creatures, and they seemed to prosper off of it at certain times, too. Now Zack would be able to reap the emotionally positive side of cuddling, which was universally a very nice cure for confusion.
Caz's eyes seemed to widen a little at the mention of a cuddle, but then they softened again and he gave into the demon's request.
Never in his life would he had thought that the events in his life would lead up to this moment.
Caz finally got in bed with Zack a few moments later and wrapped his arms around the small body of the demon, humming a soft melancholic tune as he stroked Zack's hair, almost as if Zack was someone beloved to Caz.
Caz had never had physical contact like this with anyone before, not with the angels, humans and especially not demons, so it was a new experience. Although Caz had never cuddled before, he seemed to be doing a good job at it.
The warmness of Zack's body felt nice for someone who felt so cold and lonely all the time, so much so that it was making him sleepy. It was nice to have someone like this, relaxed and warm.
Zack wrapped the sheets around them both, careful to get the broad shoulders of the other so they were both comfortably under the tent of sheets. He cuddled away into the other’s chest, his hands curling up into small fists on the other’s shirt, stealing cloth from it gently.
The small Demon started to purr very softly at the strokes to his hair, which was surprisingly very soft and floaty under Casmire’s fingers. Zack vibrated as he rumbled and purred against the other, relaxing almost every part of his body against the other’s. He felt comfortable and safe in the arms of the Angel, thanks to what had happened prior; Caz was comfortable enough with him to protect him against invaders. Zack was his Demon. It made the small boi feel very comfortable in the envelope of safe warmness Zack wanted to call his home.
Caz let out a warm laugh at the vibrating demon, he was adorable to say the least. Caz was enjoying every bit of this and he wondered if this would have ever happened if he had taken a different route- the angel route. The demon was much more gentle than he had ever imagined, it was nice to see this side of them, so fragile and vulnerable…it made him want to hold him forever.
Caz murmured a soft lullaby to lull the demon to sleep, taking extra care of the precious thing that was now bound to him. He would defend Zack from this point on, putting his life on the line for the safety of the other. He would take down anyone who stood in his way, this he promised himself as he closed his eyes, cuddling Zack as the fluffy blankets warmed them.
(do ya wanna skip to the next morning? uwu)
(hell ye owo. how long are you on for tonight?)
It was late that next morning when Zack stirred awake, making quiet noises as he rose his head from his nest, stretching his neck, down to his toes very slowly. His hands moved from Casmire’s shirt as his arms stretched past his neck, and the Demon finally gave one whole, luxurious stretch of happy Demon. He cuddled into the warm blankets again, happy that he was freshly stretched, but still relatively sleepy. He was a very late sleeper, so it wasn’t bold to assume that Casmire was already awake somehow.
Yet Zack drove those thoughts from his head, his nose moving curiously, almost like a dog’s, as he checked the air for any intruders. He didn’t find anything that was out of the ordinary from what he understood to be the “norm” in this small apartment, but Casmire probably would’ve woken him up if a third Angel had come to attack them in revenge for Jasper, who was apparently like some boss-Angel. Zack never really bothered to learn the tiers of Angels.
(oh man, dude, even though im on break i have a lot of art projects due, so it might be a while before i get back to this, just give a sec so i can finish this one landscape painting im working on, it's being a pain in the ass, but i'll get right back to ya in a few)
(oof good luck!! I might stay up tho I’m waiting for someone to text me back. So no worries uwu)
Caz had slept through his pain, when he felt Zack shuffle around in the blanket he opened his eyes slowly, his back sore. When he tried to move, to sit up, he froze, a jolt of pain flashing through his body, tears pricked at the corner of his eyes but he tried to remain strong. There was no way he would show weakness in front of anyone, especially not the one person he had sworn to protect. He thought as he looked over at Zack, a small forced smile appearing on his face. One could say Caz did have the pride of an angel in that aspect.
"Good morning Mr. sloth" he joked, looking over at the clock on his desk to check the time. His gaze softened when he saw they had slept to the afternoon, it was one pm. Caz sat up as best as he could, masking the pain well. "Since it's the morning- well, afternoon technically, what would you like to eat? Tacos again?" He asked, wondering what else Zack would like.
(i think this might be the last reply i can get in today T^T i gotta go to bed cause i have to visit a friend of mine tomorrow, but thanks dude !! i hope i do well ^^'')
(oop sorry I died on you! I went on a date on Friday and Notebook was the least of my worries for the next couple days)
Zack peeked up at the other through the sheets, but he was blind to the well-hidden pain, his nose moving slightly from the sheets again as he peered up curiously. He gave the Angel a smile at the nickname, giving a very soft coo in response.
“Good morning, Mr. Angel,” Zack finally responded quietly in words they both could understand, tilting his head slightly so his face was pressed into the bed. He shuffled his hands in the sheets, then started to gently knead the mattress under him as he thought of his answer.
“I don’t know.” Zack was starving, but he was used to other people picking his cuisine for him. He was honestly used to people picking for him period. It would be a hard habit for him to break, definitely.
