"No, you won't. I did this out of kindness, not as a favor. So shut the hell up and rest Angel Boy. I made food." He says, handing him a piece of meat on a piece of tree bark. "Sorry if its not the best, i'm not used to cooking. I eat meat raw."
(Lmao aggressively nice Avery is my spirit animal)
Atticus was stunned to silence as he processed Avery's words. He eventually nodded and accepted the food with tentative hands. "Thank you. It's fine," Atticus mumbled as he dug into the cooked meat with a passionate hunger. It had been a week since he had eaten something this large of a meal.
"So." Avery said somehow pulling out a god damn teapot "Whats your story Angel boy?"He asks, puttling the kettle over the fire.
(lmao does Avery have a Mary Poppins bag or some shit xD)
Atticus let himself slow down and swallow his food before answering the mysterious guy. "Well… I'm a Fallen Guardian Angel. It's kinda complicated but basically, I was fired from my place in heaven and banned to live outside the Holy Gates forever, even in death. I deserve this punishment…" Atticus trailed off as he went back to forcing himself to continue eating. "And your story, mysterious and helpful stranger with a beautiful voice?" he asked through a mouthful of meat.
"Im a Siren, i blew up my world so now i live here." He said simply, as if he didn't just admit to destroying a world. He took the kettle off the head and poured tea into a thermos.
pretty much//
Atticus had to do a double take on Avery. Did he just… what? Did he admit to blowing up his world? He blinked innocently at the siren, trying to decode the man. "Um… I'm sorry but did you just say you blew up your world? I'm not sure if I heard you correctly," Atticus wasn't sure if he was hearing things or not–his ears could still be messed up from the aftermath of that scream earlier…
"Yup." Avery took a sip of his tea, it was sirenian flower tea from his world. He stared at the man infront of him, gathering as much data as possible So, Angel Boy is Fallen Angel Boy. His name is Atticus and now he's somewhat afraid of me. Goody. He tilts his head slightly But, Damn he is adorable.
Atticus ruffled his hair with his hand, clearing it of any dust still leftover. He tried to distract himself from the fact he was sitting next to a being that could destroy worlds. His attempted distraction failed as he seemed to finish off his meal of cooked meat, which left him staring blankly at a piece of bark in his hands. He tried to ignore the fact his face seemed to be heating up for some reason.
Avery noties that Atticus's face is red. "Do you have a fever?"
He moves closer and touches Atticus's forehead with the back of his hand.
Avery is just laughing inside….
bump//
bum bump//
"N-no…" Atticus trailed off, unsure if he actually did have a fever. That bullet could've held any amount of poison that would cause a reaction like that.
"No, not a fever." He says frowning.
"So, what was your life like before the hunters came?" He asks, wanting to know more about the cute boy.
"Um, well…" Atticus shifted nervously. "When I was in the realm of Hevean, I was a Guardian angel. I was assigned to children who needed protection qnd guidance, and provided those services whenever needed." Atticus paused, unsure if he wanted to continue. He took a shaky breath anyways and pressed on. "But then… she came along…"
"She sounds like a bitch." He stated and poured Atticus a mug of tea.
"Here." He offered and gave him the mug of tea. "Continue."
"Thank you…" Atticus whispered gratefully as he took the mug of tea and sipped gently from the cup. He continued as Avery asked. "She slaughtered all of my wards–innocent children. Gutted them right in front of me and forced me to watch as she chained me. She then attempted to kill me as well…" Atticus's face grew somber and he lowered his head. "To be honest… I wish she had succeeded."
"Nah, your too pretty to die." He says and pats his back awkwardly. It is obvious that he hates touch and has not comforted anyone in a long, long time.
"Thanks…" Atticus was too lost in his memories to process that the siren had actually complimented him in his words. He stiffened slightly at the physical touch, but soon relaxed. It had been a while since he had been comforted like this.
"Okay, well its night and night means sleep." he says, quickly changing the subject as he pulls a blanket out of his bag. "Here" he gives it to Atticus and pulls one out for himself
"Wha–?" Atticus looked out the cave mouth, surprised to find that it was indeed becoming night. "Do you think we'll be safe here?" He asked warily as he accepted the blanket.
"Yup, im a light sleeper" he says and lays down, pretending to be asleep to hide how red his face was.
Atticus looked between the siren and the opening of the cave, doubtful Avery would be able ro hear anything until it was right outside. But instead of voicing his concerns, he slowly followed suit and wrapped himself into a blanket burrito, getting as comfortable as he could on the dirt floor.
"Plus, im tripping the place with sound bombs." he says quietly, shoving the blanket over his face after he had spoken.
Wiggle wiggle//