forum Fallen Angels and Broken Wishes (One on One)

Started November 17, 2018 by @Every_Fandom_Ever_

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Red stayed silent. His eyes are closed…

You know, he's a really nice human. A really cute one too.

Don't.

Micheal squeezed her hand gently before teetering off into a doze, his head and body relaxing into hers. She won’t hurt him. She’s good.

He looks so peaceful when he sleeps.

Red listened as his breathing regulated and no more sobs escaped his mouth. She turned her head and gently planted a kiss on his head. Seeing him asleep made her eyelids heavy.

You can't fall asleep!

But she did, head resting on Michael's. A small sigh was let out as she smoothed out her breathing.

Their bodies had laid down in the bed as they relaxed. Micheal didn’t stir from his stupor. He only curled up closer to her, burying his face into her neck and squeezing his hands in her white, stained shirt. His dreams were untroubled and peaceful.

(Ohmygoshthisisfluffinesstothemax)

She sighed gently as she slept, bringing the warmth closer to her body. Of course, she didn't realize that person was a human being.

Her dreams only consisted of a replay of the memory happening only days before. Somehow, she could feel the new atmosphere's air against her back in the illusion, the Night Sky falling away as she did herself. This time though, no emotion seemed to be attached to it. It was simply a memory now.

(Shall we go to morning?)

(Yeah, no prob)

Morning. Something that was completely different in the stars. She peed it so much more on Earth.

The sun shine through the window blinds, stings of light spread across their faces. It had a warm feeling to it compared to watching it in the cold, heart of space. Her eyes fluttered open, surprised at how want she was. She took a quick look around before realizing-

Oh.

Micheal was curled up next to her. For some reason, she smiled. An actual smile. A warm one that she could feel throughout her entire body.

Micheal was curled up into her, accepting her embrace like an attention hungry child. Which he really was, upon retrospect. He had his head buried into the groove of her neck and was snoring softly, unaware of the sunlight in the room.

She chuckled lightly at his snores. He's kinda cute. She laid back, not wanting to get up at the moment. It felt nice.

Micheal tightened his grip on her shirt, curling closer into her. She was warm. And soft. Like a very nice pillow that was there for him during a bad period of time.

Red looked to him and his tighter grip. She couldn't exactly wake him up, but nor did she want to. For once in her life, someone actually held on to her instead of disowning her.

Micheal felt her move and gave a faint noise in protest. He wiggled closer, curling their legs closer together as he hid his face again. He dropped back off to sleep immediately following.

She giggled a little. Gosh, he's adorable. She held him closer. Or as close as she could.

Micheal gave another soft snore, a slight rasp worked into his voice. Crying before bed has done something to his voice.