Tyler stretched out his shaking hand and took hers, wincing as he pulled himself up. He stumbled over to the couch and sat down on the floor, his leg out in front of him. "I'm sorry Macha..I'm so sor-" He was interuppted by the demon still lingering in him, snarling a little.
Macha smothered a flinch. “Stop saying sorry. It’s not your fault.” She picked up a needle and thread.
"Yes it is.I should've been more careful. I knew they would come eventually." He muttered weakly, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, trying to control his breathing.
“This is no ones fault but theirs.” Macha steadied her hands. “This is going to hurt, bite down on something.” She inhaled shakily, braced her hand on his leg, and gently inserted the needle.
"No it's-" He cut off and winced, squeezing his eyes shut as pain shot through his leg. "It's my fault. I should've told you, or at least protected you.."
Macha shook her head firmly. “Tyler, I— We both have secrets. You didn’t want me to know, I get that. You tired to warn me and tell me to get away, I didn’t listen.” She threaded the needle through his wound, being as gentle as she could. Her skin tingled when it touched his.
Tyler felt a rush of affection toward Macha but kept his eyes shut, he didn't deserve her. "i could've at least done a better job of protecting you.."
Macha swallowed. Her mind kept flashing back to the attack, bullets everywhere, Tyler’s cries, the men in black. “Not your fault.”, she insisted, pausing for a moment to brush a lock of hair out of her face. “Am I hurting you?”
"Never..you could never hurt me.." He said quietly, almost to himself.
She shook her head sadly. “I wish that were true.” It came out almost as a pained whisper. Finishing the last stitch, she cut the thread and began to finish stitching up her wing.
“It is true.” He responded quietly, glancing over at her and sighing.
Macha shook her head again, grimacing slightly as she pulled the needle through her flesh one last time before cutting the thread. She didn’t say anything, her silver eyes clouded over. One of her feathers came loose and spiralled slowly to the ground. She frowned and picked it up, studying it.
Tyler continued looking at her, the way her hair fell around her shoulders. His gaze fell on her eyes and the perfect shape of her lips and nose.
Macha sighed and cast the feather aside. Rubbing her eyes, she pulled her hair over one shoulder and absentmindedly comes it with her fingers. It was not until a minute was up that she dared to look up at Tyler and saw his eyes fixed on her. She looked back down quickly, heart thundering.
Tyler looked down, tears in his eyes. Macha…I-I think I’m..in love with you..
(omgggggggggggggggggggggggggg)
Macha froze. After a beat, her hands began to tremble. A single tear slid down her cheek. “Tyler?”, she whispered with a quaking voice. Her heart pounded. I— She couldn’t finish what she wanted to say. There was too much.
(❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️)
“I’m sorry..I..sorry..” He stood up and turned away from her.
(The ship is sailinggggg)
“No— Tyler—“ Macha reached forward quickly and grabbed onto his arm. “Look at me.”, she pleaded, tugging him back. “Please.” Her voice cracked.
(Sailingggggg Lol I cant)
He turned towards her and felt a tear sliding down his face. “It’s okay. I understand. You don’t love me..it’s fine…”
(sorry I left at a critical moment, my phone died and I just got home)
Macha pulled him closer, fingers wrapped around his wrist. “You assume a lot.”, she whispered, looking him straight in the eye. Something in her chest tightened. Her breaths came unsteadily. If she was another girl, she would’ve grabbed him by the front of his shirt and kissed him right then and there. But she wasn’t that girl. She was way too scared to do that, scared of herself, scared of his reaction.
(Tis Okay I had a soccer game)
Tyler stared in surprise at her. He slowly inched forward and pressed their foreheads together, kissing her gently.
(asdfghjkl it's happening)
(how was the game?)
Macha's eyes widened in surprise when his lips touched hers, but they quickly fell shut. She slowly slid her arms around him, tugging him closer. A thrilling sense of euphoria raced through her, and she leaned into the kiss. Her heartbeat was so loud she imagined he could hear it. Tyler..
(It was good even though we lost)
(Eyeyyeyeyey its happpeninbgngng)
Tyler smiled a little and kissed her harder, wrapping an arm around her waist, careful not to hurt her.
(the fun is in playing, I guess)
(gfakdgfalwdgfwegfLWEGFLAWEFGALWEGFshdgfakhdgfa)
In all her eighteen and a half years, Macha had never been kissed before. She'd always thought books overdid it, that it was overrated.
She was dead wrong.
His hands were on her waist, and her hands were in his hair. And his mouth was soft, and he was so gentle with her, as if he were afraid she might break. It was pure bliss. She felt him smile against her, and pulled back so that their lips hovered just a hair's breadth away from each other. It didn't feel like kissing a stranger, or someone she'd only met a few days ago. She'd known him for her whole life. And she wanted to know him for the rest of it.
"I didn't think… I didn't think you felt that way.", she whispered, short of breath.
“I just said I loved you..” He laughed a little, enjoying the feeling of being this close to her.