forum "In Hiding We Found Love" one on one (closed)

Started September 18, 2018 by Deleted user

tune

you there?//

(sorry. super busy)

"H-hi…" Atticus said a bit loudly, his hearing a bit shook after the sonic scream. He tilted his head at the seemingly friendly newcomer.
"You… you're like me? A supernatural being?" He asked the floating man curiously.

"It would appear so yes, and please be quieter. I busted their eardrums but, they could still have others in hiding." he says "So, whats your name Angel boy?" he asks with a small smirk

Dont want this to die//

"Ah sorry," Atticus attempted to quiet his voice. He felt something pulling at his left wing tip but ignored it for now. "I'm called Atticus. And you?" he asked normally as his hearing mostly returned to him.

"Avery" He repeated, "You need medical help?" He asked, worry plain in his voice

"Wha…?" He looked over at his wing tip to discover that the pulling sensation was being caused by a bullet wound through his entire wing. Blood was already staining his light grey wings red.
"Y-yes," Atticus nodded as with every wing beat it became harder for him to use his wing properly. The shock seemed to have staved off any searing pain, for now at least.
"I need to land soon…"

"Yeah, do you need help getting down?" he asks, not waiting for an answer, he uses his power to lower the angel onto the ground softly "We need to find a place for the night." he says, looking at the now darkening sky.

yo//

lol, that sucks//

ye, back to the rp?//

this dead?//

(Oh hell no) (also thank you for bumping this Dusk)

Atticus stared at this stranger in surprise. "Wait," he tried to catch Avery's attention before he went off into the woods to search for shelter. "Why are you helping me?" He winced as he tried to fold his wing in close to his body.

"You seem nice." Was his reply as he walked into the forest, searching for shelter. He finds a wide caves and brings Atticus to it. "This good?"

Atticus was led to a cavern by this interesting stranger. "Thank you… yes this is great." He nodded as he slowly made his way into the opening. He started to tremble as shock and adrenaline began to wear off and leave Atticus with the pure pain of his would. He couldn't help but notice small streaks of blood running down his feathering wings.

"I need to get you patched up Angel Boy." He says, inspecting the wound. "Im going to use my powers to knock you out, okay? I need to stitch it up."

"Um… o-okay." Atticus squirmed nervously and in pain as Avery inspected him. He was on the verge of tears from pain and fear–he was just about ready to do anything to stop as he felt waves of searing heat flash across his wing. "I don't care what I have to do to pay you back, just please make it stop," he whispered as he continued to tremble.

"Okay, your going to be out for a while." He says calmly as he cracks his neck. Avery starts to sing a relaxing melody, the music slowly became louder as Avery's powers grew.

Atticus felt his eyes grow heavy as Avery began to sing. His head bobbed a few times as he tried to stay awake but eventually, his body grew numb and limp as he fell forward onto the cavern floor. His injured wing was splayed out from his body and his feathers lightly brushed the dusty cave floor.

Avery pants. "Well that was fucking hard." He muttered and started singing a new song, one that would hopefully heal the wound. When Avery was finished he walked into the forest looking for something to eat but still keeping an eye on the cave where the passed out angel was.

Atticus laid on the cave floor, still passed out. His wing was healed as the bullet went clean through, though his feathers were stained red with his blood. The front of his body was covered in a layer of dust from being on the ground. His eyes flickered around underneath his eyelids, somehow induced in REM sleep.

Avery walked back into the cave abut an hour later, holding a dead deer along some nuts and berries. He looks at the sleeping Angel "Hmm, you shouldn't still be asleep. Though i suppose it could be different with Angels" He muttered, setting his prey down and starting a fire to cook it on. He usually eats meat raw but who know, maybe angel boy doesn't.

Atticus's eyes flickered open when he felt the warmth of a fire near him in the cave. The smell of cooking meat woke him from his sleep, making him realize how starving he really was. Light grumbles emitted from his stomach as he pushed himself up into a sitting position on the floor. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off his sleepiness. He blinked several times before looking down at himself, surprised to find his clothes still on and normal, and his wing repaired. He looked around to find Avery sitting a few feet away, cooking the meat–from what Atticus assumed was a deer. He looked around slowly, trying to process everything.
"You… actually healed me?" Atticus asked softly, unsure of Avery's motive still. "Thank you… H-how do I pay you back for this? I, I'll do anything."