forum Fallen Angels and Broken Wishes (One on One)

Started November 17, 2018 by @Every_Fandom_Ever_

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"I-" She glanced to her where he had caught her and saw the blood. "But are you?" It felt like something was expanding in her chest. Worry. It was worry for him. One didn't normally bleed with no reason.

Micheal hastily shoved his scratched up and slightly stabbed hands into his pockets.
“Uhuh, I’m fine.” He put on an unconvincing smile.

Her voice was firm. "No, you're not." She looked him straight in his eyes to find them broken around the edges. Why is this so familiar? She broke the eye contact as quickly as she had made it suddenly aware of how sharp her way of caring was She sighed deeply and looked away. "Look, I- it's not." She thought for a moment. About the blood. The blue. The broken-hearted everything about him she's seen for the past little amount of time she's known him. She started over, this time with a softer gaze into his eyes. "Which is okay. But don't let yourself be not okay when you could be okay." Oh my gosh, can't even word things right. "Look, you're helping me. So, in exchange, I'm going to help you." I can do that and find the wisher, right?

(Oh my god you’re riding me up xD

Like stHAP BEHING BEHTERRRR

nah I love your writing style, cheers m8.)

Micheal shifted away from her. No one ever wanted to help. He had to be the helper, the slave, the maid, the butler. He had to be the one expressing his time to help other’s causes. Not him. He was pointless; faceless.
“Er… n-no, it’s fine. You don’t need to help me.”

(AHHHHHHHHHH but yours is so amazing and so clean and it just cleanses my whacked mind)

"Wrong. I haven't ever helped in my life. So, for once I'm going to." She didn't really count the wish as helping, but she wasn't sure why. Maybe because she wasn't even sure if she needshad actually granted anyone's wish. Even though she wasn't technically defying anything here on Earth, it felt like she was defying something. There was an odd feeling that replaced the worry in her heart, but she couldn't even place a guess as to what it was. "Just let someone help you for once."

(Clean? You mean I get to the point?

heh that’s called laziness and poor vocabulary

Nah but really school has pressed into me that I be short and sweet so it reflected into my writing ._.)

Micheal shook his head. “No, I’ll be fine. I’ve always been like this…” …and no one else has wanted to help, Micheal continued in his mind privately, sighing softly. No one had even tried to figure out what his situation of life was.

(XD My mood. But seriously you write better than I do soooooo)

"All the more reason for me to help." She thought for a moment. "You shouldn't be like this for forever. You have the right to be happy."

(No I don’t. You imply so much in your writing and it’s just mmm.

What makes my writing so good?????¿¿¿¿¿

People have told me and I’n like

._. Kay)

Micheal disagreed with her statement on the matter. He had no reason to be happy. He was a bad man, a bad person. Though he had never done anything, he still felt he was a bad guy. He shrugged slightly in response.

(You're writing is like how writing should be. It goes somewhere, but along the way it makes pitstops at these little gas stations you find little trinkets and candies you wouldn't find anywhere else. It's just. It's amaziiinnggg.)

"You shouldn't have to question your right to happiness." She knew this much. Up in the Night Sky, every star was happy. There was no sadness; if there was, it was quickly whisked away by the proper authorities. So, in order to keep herself safe, she-Red- had made an effort to be "happy." Even if it meant just greeting people with a smile. She had convinced everyone she was happy and satisfied, even herself for quite sometime. Until she heard the wish. Maybe it was the fact she herself had wished the same thing before. "Look, just give me a few days. If you're not happy by then and you don't want me to keep trying to help, I'll leave you be if you'd like."

(Oml that metaphor is gold. That makes a bit of sense, I suppose, but ehhhh I feel like I drag it along a lot and didjmej I feel like I bore my partner(s)/reader)

Micheal knew at least he wasn’t questioning his happiness. He knew he was sad. Period. No one should have to stick their necks out for him, in fact, it was usually vise versa.
He shrugged it off. “Whatever you say. I don’t think I need help.”

(Ppfffttt then your feels are broken bc it's amazing. It's what lifts up everything.)

"Really? When's the last time you smiled?" She hadn't seen him smile yet. Like, at all. Not even the faintest hint. She suspected that he hadn't in a while. Just depending on the depth of the blue tracing his silhouette.

(My feels or feels? XD but yeah man thanks!)

Micheal swallowed. He couldn’t remember. Definitely not high school. Too stressful, too many people, too much homework. Middle school? Hell, he didn’t even remember it.
“I… I dunno.”

(Idk XD And yeah, no prob)

"Well, I'm going to change that." While some of her starry smiles were forced, she did have true ones in the sky, and to know that he hadn't felt a true smile long enough to where his memory no longer holds it made her sad. She may not be able to twist the literal strings of fate, but she can still make a smile form. Even if it takes a little.

Micheal gave her a fearful look, glancing around. “Er-erm… okay, I guess.” He shifted his weight around and looked back at her. She certainly seemed determined.

She eased back a bit. "Okay. What now?" Now that she had finished her rant/promise to help, she couldn't remember what they were doing before.

“Going back to my place.” Micheal shifted. “And I was waiting for you to catch up.”

"Right. Well then, onwards we shall go." She laughed lightly as she began to follow him.

(Oof, excuse my writing and short response, I just woke up from a not so good sleep. Anyway, good morning! How are you?)

(Lol, you’re excused, friend! I’m fine. I have five KitKatssssss)

Micheal paused again. “Walk beside me. It’s dangerous to walk behind someone.” He beckoned her forward.

(Ohmygoshhhhh luckkkyy)

She did as she was told and walked beside him. "Why?" She looked to him. "Why is it dangerous, I mean?"

“You could get kidnapped… or…” Micheal didn’t want to tell her where and what could happen. “Just… just walk next to me, yeah?”

(cough cough should something happen? Cough cough)

Red didn't quite understand. There wasn't really any crime in the Night Sky, that would lead to banishment. No one wanted that. Yet, she did what she was told and walked beside him.

(Noooo no kidnapping. That’s actually a trigger for me, but maybe Micheal could get kidnapped and Red goes after them, and reveals to him she’s a Star?)

Micheal walked carefully, so he wasn’t going too fast or slow. He always found he practically ran down sidewalks at night, and the slow pace they were partaking in didn’t help his nerves.

(I completely understand. Also, it doesn't have to be kidnapping. Idk. I figured something that would up the chemistry. But idk whatever you wanna do I'm chill.)

Red was glad for the slow pacing knowing that if she went any faster, she'd most likely pass out on the spot. She could see what he meant to be careful. There were a lot of shadows they were passing. Shadows weren't something she was all too familiar with. She knew what they were and what they looked like, but she lived among light before.

(We can just have them live together for a while, and maybe Micheal goes missing or somthing)

Micheal glanced around at every shift and movement. Even if it was the flutter of his sweatshirt or the flash of white off of a streetlamp from her shirt. But, soon, the pair had made it to his dingy apartment complex, where he led her inside, up the elevator and in his apartment. It was a small three room, but it had a nice living room area and kitchen.

(Okalee dokalee neighbor, sounds good)

"This is… Cozy." It was small, there was no denying it. All her life, she had lived in what humans considered mansions; there was over fifty rooms and several bathrooms. Here, it almost feels cramped.

But she liked it. Something about it being so tight, no room for empty space where her father could stand with nothing around him. He wouldn't be able to stand it. Which might have been why she liked it so much.