forum Fallen Angels and Broken Wishes (One on One)

Started November 17, 2018 by @Every_Fandom_Ever_

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Micheal shrugged and looked around. “It’s… it’s something. Make yourself at home. I have some food in the fridge, and I’ll be off to find clean sheets so you can sleep in my bed.”

She nodded and smiled.

Somehow, it was quiet. Even with a city outside, it felt quiet. Maybe it wasn't that there were no noises, just nothing really connected to this point as if nothing new it existed. Red liked that feeling.

Micheal meandered off, to the hallway, where he pulled out a fresh set of bedsheets. He fixed up his bed with them, sighing as he fixed the edges so they didn’t pop off.

Red walked around as her mind was brought back to the subject at hand: How am I supposed to find the wisher? There were a million things she could do, but there was no telling if they would work or not. The archives weren't accessible from Earth. The Wishes disappear once they-

No. They don't.

Micheal wandered into the room and watched her pace for a bit.
“Um… Red? I fixed up the bed for you. It’s just in this room.” He pointed. “There’s a bathroom next to it, too, if you… need it.”

Red spun around and looked at him, startled by his voice. "I- uh yeah. Okay." She looked to where he pointed and then back at him. "Thanks."

Micheal nodded and averted his gaze from hers, then shuffled over to the couch and sat. He curled up in a ball, nuzzling into his hoodie.

Red glanced to him before heading to the room, smiling a little. He's cute.

She stopped. Wait. No. She shook her head in attempt to get the thought out of her brain. It worked, but she wasn't sure how long.

The floor creaked slightly as she walked into the room. The chances of her falling asleep were slim, but she figured she'd try. She laid down on the bed, the softness enveloping her.

It was soft and it smelled of the night and rain. It was very pleasant, actually. It must’ve been his fabric freshener or soap.

Slowly, her eyes closed and only faint silhouettes were visible. Her mind slowed with her breathing. The air felt more breathable now.

There was something lingering in the back of her mind. It was like a shadow: constant and dark. She pushed it further as her mind did, and as she fell asleep, she became less resistant to whatever it was.

(Yeah, no problem)

It was dark, a single light visible from wherever she was.

"Hello?" She called out to the void thinking that it was just a star on a shift. Her voice echoed, getting quieter every time it did. She tried again. "Anyone there?" No response.

She stood there for a moment before wandering off towards the light.

"Hello?"

She could make out a figure. A familiar figure.

"Hey there."

It was when she saw the smirk she knew.

Red awoke in a cold sweat. She looked over to the digital clock that told her it was a reasonable time to get up. She rubbed her face a bit, trying to rid the dream from her mind. Her feet fell to the floor and she stood. Her hands shook a little as she got ready.

(ooh who dat?)

Micheal was sleeping quietly. He had found a blanket to fling over himself and curl up in, and was using a pillow with the couch as… a pillow. He snored softly, but it was muffled by the fetal position he slept in.

(HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA you'll finddddd ouuuutttttt)

(I mean, unless you want to know right now idk idc I just felt like I needed an evil laugh ya know but whatever)

Red walked out of the room, still having the blurry sense of just waking up. She walked out to the living room to see Micheal curled up. She chuckled a little.

Why are you laughing, you crushed cheeseball?

She shook the laugh off before walking over to wake him up. She shook him awake. "Day one of both missions. Get up."

(I kinda wanna know now ._.)

(But it’s fine if ya don’t wanna tell me)

Micheal started awake the moment her hands touched him and he sat up, his hood falling away from his face.
“What? What? What’s wrong?”

(XD Nah it's chill. Okay, so. Most everyone is good and hard-working and stuffs. Yeah? Yeah. Okay, well, most. There was this dude that was not chill and good and loved her a lot more than he should. I mean, it happened a while ago, but there are moments where it comes back and yeah.

Oh yeah- if this is a trigger for you as well, I'm totally chill with not including it. Just let me know.)

She laughed a little, her face lighting up a little. "Nothing." She stepped back a little. "Just wanted to get a head start."

(Well I’m not one for rape (even if it is implied) and I absolutely dislike it to the extent where I put it in rules to my RPs for backstory. Sooooo it is a trigger of mine. Thanks for telling me.)

Micheal yawned slowly, nodding. “Okay. Okay. Let me make breakfast and we can go.”

(Yeah, np. I'll keep it out then)

"Okay."

The sense of silence still filled the apartment. There was no real expression to the room. There was nothing that screamed joy or sadness. It just. Existed. She found the feeling refreshing.

(Yeah, np. I'll keep it out then)

"Okay."

The sense of silence still filled the apartment. There was no real expression to the room. There was nothing that screamed joy or sadness. It just. Existed. She found the feeling refreshing.

(Yote the goat. Happy Thanksgiving!!)

Micheal shifted slightly, hating the silence. He always had. If he didn’t have her as a guest, last night he would’ve been playing music. The silence unsettled him and made him think he was in danger.
He rose and nodded. “I’ll get right to it.”