forum Angel/Devil Rp (Since the other is dead)

Started August 23, 2018 by @@RileyAnn

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Nathaniel bit down hard on the leather, tensing up immediately. The pain was near unbearable, and it was all he could do the stay on the couch and keep relatively quiet. How on earth could this possibly be helping?!

Once Joan had put everything back where it needed to be, she rubbed the potion across the wings. Removing the leather, she waited to see if he wasn't going to scream.

Nathaniel bit his lip to keep from crying out, looking up at Joan with tears stinging his eyes. He was breathing heavily and appeared to be trembling. Is it working? It still feels like my wings are on fire…

Joan coated his wings. Nash was tearing up. "Here, drink this." Joan handed Nash a glass of water she had on her table. "They will heal, don't worry."

Nathaniel did as he was told, just trying to ignore the pain for the time being. Hopefully she’s right… maybe it’ll actually work?

(I am soooooooo sorry for not replying sooner!!!!!) An hour passed, two. Slowly–so slowly– Joan watched her potion seep into Nash. She tried to distract him with questions, knowing it was a touchy subject to ask about his wings–she wasn't daft.

Nathaniel could feel the bones slowly mending themselves, but something seemed… off. The pieces were mending with other pieces they shouldn't mend with, and his wings weren't healing properly. He wasn't sure whether to tell Joan this or not.

Joan moved a hand over Nash's wings, she knew her wings were of the same basic structure; her hand caught on a bone doing something wrong. Frowning, she said, "This will hurt." In preparation before snapping it the other way. There, she thought, all better.

“Ah!” Nathaniel flinched, clutching his wing. What did she have to do that for? They still feel wrong, anyways. I think the bones in the main part of the wing are wrong, too…

Joan thought it looked okay, at least once it healed. If there were anymore errors in the healing she couldn't see them. "Hey, Nash, your wings look good. Can you feel any mistakes, if there are I need to fix them fast."

"I'm… I-I'm not sure. I think it's okay." Nathaniel gingerly extended his right wing. It was pretty stiff, but seemed to open properly.

"Good." Joan walked to the kitchen, her wings dragging softly behind her. "Would you like something to eat?"

"I think I'm alright for now…" The smell of the poultice didn't particularly make Nathaniel very hungry. He was still pretty woozy and lightheaded from the fall itself, and didn't really feel like moving.

"sleep then," Joan spoke from the kitchen. She peaked her head around the corner to see a sleepy Nash. "You need to heal. The potion won't do it all."

"Mhmm…" Nathaniel lay down on the couch and stared at the ceiling for a while before he managed to fall into a light, restless sleep.