forum Honestly I shouldn't be allowed to open rps. (Closed) (yes another one-on-one) (stalkers welcome!)

Started September 26, 2018 by @Dirt

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Zackary faltered a bit under her stare. "I'm hurt. I can't fly very well without it hurting."

"Hurt? where? Do you need me to go get anything for you?" Afriel was up and at his side before she even knew what she was doing.

Zackary looked up at her. "It's just a stomach wound. I'm alright." He gave a slight smile.

"Are you sure?" Worry crept into Afriel's expression agents her better wishes.

(against)

Zackary's look turned to one of curiosity. "Why do you care? I'm a Demon; the enemy."

(Oof sorry.)
"That doesn't change my nature, and besides you, strangely enough, helped me at one point." Afriel had a reason, just not the one she'd said, It was another reason. One she couldn't seem to put her finger on.

(Meh, tis oki)

Zackary hummed and nodded. "Makes sense, I suppose. Anyway, I'm fine, thanks for asking. Do you want your bag back?" He was starving, he actually regretted taking her bag and not getting food.

Afriel quickly slipped back into a smug act as she spoke, "what? Regret not letting me bring food?"

Zackary glanced away from her, hating her and her smugness again. "Yes. I do. Please bring me some tomorrow."

"Well since your giving me my bag back," Afriel fished a apple from her pocket and handed it to him, "you really think I'd come with no food?" She smiled warmly at him. "Of course its not a pare (pair?), after all that'd be to good for you after acting like a child."

(you're, pair)

Zackary took the apple with a gentle sigh, then kicked the bag to her. "Come with lots of pears. I love your guy's pears." He tossed the apple into his mouth.

(Oof sorry again. My brains really dead today.)

"We're leading an attack tomorrow." Afriel looked down at her hands. "I don't know how long it'll be." She wished she could forget the war, but it was forever something that weighed at the back of her mind.

Zackary paused in his chewing. "Right… right… good luck, I guess." He sat back down on the cave floor, wondering what he'd do for food.

"I can get you some stuff tonight, but-" Afriel cut herself off taking a moment to think. "Come back with me. I'm sure the others will understand! You'd be safer with the Angels then you are up here all alone."

Zackary stirred his wings. "They wouldn't want a Demon of my power there. It'd unsettle a lot of Angels, don't you know I'm an Infernal?"

"It shouldn't matter. You're not like the rest." Afriel didn't know why, but she was determined to convince him. "You could make you point! Its a chance to stop the war."

Zackary shook his head. "I don't think I should. Sure it's a chance to stop the war but at what cost?"

Afriel knew the cost, but she didn't want him to know. "Who cares about a cost when you have a chance to end a war that's been raging for years."

Zackary's wings fluttered uneasily. "I guess it helps I'm in my human forme, but… I don't know, it doesn't seem smart."

"Right. Yeah. I don't know what I was thinking." Afriel shook her head at herself, "I can bring you food tonight. But after that I don't know when- or if I'll be back." The cost of war, never knowing if she'd come back.

Zackary gave a slight nod, though something didn't feel right.
"I could go if you wanted me to, Afriel."

take the risk. "I won't force you. But if you will, if you want. I can bring you back to my camp, and I'll make sure nothing happens to you while you're there."

Zackary's wings stirred slightly. "Alright. If you can ensure word won't get out to the Demons, I think I'll be okay."

"Angels can be very tight lipped." Afriel joked bumping his shoulder with her own.
"Shall we go now?" She jumped to her feet and extended a hand to him, a smile lighting her face.

Zackary rose slowly, taking her hand. "Now sounds fine, I guess." He felt nervous; what if the Angels found him distrustworthy? He didn't like to think what would happen, yet Afriel ensured his safety.