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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Afriel frowned, "then I'll help you. I know how to dress and clean a wound." She crossed her arms stubbornly.

Zackary shook his head. "I'll be fine. Do you have a house of some sort? Or any private quarters?"

"My tent," though I'm not sure how much longer it'll be mine. Afriel shook her thoughts disappointed she let her mind slip into what if's. "why?"

Zackary shook his head. "I just think I'm trying to fight a lost battle. I should just go back now."

"We're all fighting a lost battle, think about it. The only answer in the end is the death of one side, our numbers are falling too. The others are just to proud to admit it." Afriel walked up to him taking his hand in her, "but sometimes the only answer is to fight. For what we believe in."

Zackary glanced up at her. "Fighting in what we believe in is right, but what we believe in now is wrong and inhumane. It makes us equal in… humanity. Our sides shouldn't be warring over something so wrong."

"But they do. Trust me when I say we all want the war to end, they just don't want to take a risk. It was already a risk to let you speak, they just don't know if the can trust you." humanity, a word that ment little to angels considering they didn't have most human emotions or feelings. "Earn their trust."

Zackary slipped his hands out of hers. "Whatever. Let's just get to your tent so we can get this night over with." He was cold, tired and irritated. He just wanted to curl up, forget about the war and just be a normal human.

Afriel sighed and led the way back to her tent. Once they got there She pulled out a bed roll and set it up for him, "need any blankets mister cold hater?"

Zackary curled his wings around himself, settling onto the roll. "No, I'm fine." His usually lofty, confident voice was curt and quiet.

"Are you okay?" Afriel asked sitting on her own bed roll and folding her wings behind herself. Something tugged at her, something she felt that needed saying, but the words wouldn't come. Something that might have been reassures, but she didn't know for sure.

Zackary just sighed and curled up into his wings. He wished he were back in his little home. It was a quaint little place that was always warm, which is the explanation for his dislike of the cold. He shut his eyes, savoring his own body heat since he had no one else's.

Afriel decided agents pushing him, knowing that she didn't want him to explode into a rage. Especially not now. She turned on her side trying to melt into sleep, but it was impossible. The Sounds of chains and crys of pain filling her head.

(against, cries)

Zackary stayed awake too, despite being comfortable. He tried to find a way to convince the stubborn Angels he was trustworthy… but found none. He sighed again, somewhat louder and shifted around.

(I knew I spelt something wrong! Thanks and sorry.)
Afriel turned to face Zackary, "can't sleep?" She asked propping her head up slightly. She shook the sounds that filled her head. "Stressed out with how they didn't listen? Or something else?"

(That's alright!)

Zackary peered out of his wings to look at her. "I suppose I can't. I've been sleeping a lot lately. And I guess that's why." He gave a slight shrug.

"You're hurt, I'd be surprised if you didn't sleep a lot." Afriel stayed quiet for a long moment before speaking again, "do you ever, still feel human emotions?" The question was out of the blue, even surprising Afriel a little.
(I'm just gonna Yeet her into a mess of emotions now, don't mind me.)

(.P.)

Zackary sighed. “That’s where this forme comes from.” He gestured to his handsome, human face. “It’s a representative of every half-breed and how they’re different. I’m forced to feel them.” He thought about something for a few moments. “Sometimes.”

Afriel thought again for a long moment. There where still some emotions she could feel, but others where locked away. "Oh." Was the only world she could think of at the moment. She let another long silence pass, "what kind?" She asked peering through the dark at him, her eyes seeming to glow slightly.

Zackary shifted back into his wings. “Regret. Fear. Love. Probably the most human of emotions,” He grumbled, somewhat muffled by his wings. They twitched a little as he shifted around a third time.

"Is the bed roll not comfy?" Afriel shifted to a sitting position. She knew they weren't the best, but it was better then sleeping on the floor in her opinion.

Zackary poked his head out of his wings to look at her as she sat up. He pulled up into a sitting position too, his wings curled around him.
“It’s fine.”

"what's-" Afriel sighed pushing away the question she was going to ask and replaced it with another, "so what's on your mind?"

Zackary's wings twitched somewhat. "Nothing. Nothing's wrong." He shook his head, knowing what her first question was going to be.

"Are you sure?" Afriel worried about him. Her worry for him turning to slight confusion. Why am I worried? she thought as she pulled her wings from her back to her sides.