Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “What do you mean by, ‘immaturely’?” A small scoff echoed in the back of his throat. Whenever someone found out he was a demon they acted exactly how he thought they would: instantly hate him and wishing he’d burn at the stake.
"They try to bless me. Or… love me. Or anything to get my attention enough to, as one person so cleverly phrased, 'bestow the hand of God on them.' They don't understand that's not how it works. I'm not a powerful angel, I…"
Asher frowned. "Sure, you may not be 'powerful', as you phrased it, in that regard, but don't put yourself down. You can be powerful if you wish to be. You're still an angel, so you're already legues above them! Even if you aren't the type they're expecting, still.." He was about to take a step forward, then halted, not wanting to take this too far.
"Still," she murmured, letting his words sink in.
“Still, what,” he sighed, a look of defeat crossing his face. “It’s me, isn’t it. I know, my opinion isn’t enough.”
"No, no! It's not you!" Trinity said quickly, putting her hand on his shoulder to comfort him out of instinct. Her face flushed a bright red.
He was about to speak but paused before anything could come out. His eyes widened, looking at her hand on his arm, then back at her. Slight confusion flickered over his expressions.
"Sorry," she whispered, withdrawing her hand. "I… I didn't- It just… Uh…"
“No no no, it’s- it’s alright.” His eyes continued to flicker between Trinity and the floor, before finally staying at the latter. He absentmindly rubbed his shoulder that she had touched.
She noticed his rubbing. "Did I hurt you?" she asked in alarm.
“Oh! No, you didn’t. I’m just, anxious, I guess.” He forced himself to stop. In place of the anxious rubbing he took off his beanie and ran a hand through his bright red hair, trying to calm his heating face.
"Are you sure?" she asked tentatively. A hazy red glow filled her cheeks.
“Yes, I’m sure. I just, really wasn’t expecting you to do that. A nervous laugh broke from his throat.
"I didn't expect it either," she admitted softly. "It… It was instinct, I guess."
“I, I guess that makes sense.” He paused, getting himself under control. He tucked his hair back and pulled on his beanie, taking in a deep breath.
"Did I make you… uncomfortable?" she asked quietly.
“That you did manage to do.” He paced a few steps before stopping and looking her dead in the eyes. “I’m- I’m sorry, I should just go.” He shook his head and headed toward his door.
Her breath caught in her throat when he looked right into her eyes. "Okay…" Strangely, she had to try not to sound as disappointed as she felt.
A hand on his door, it felt like someone punched him right in the gut from how disappointed she sounded. Tell her how you feel some voice inside him screamed. He shook, unsure of what to do, feeling like a meltdown would come any second.
"Are you okay?" she asked gently, noticing him stop.
“I- I,” He stuttered. He dropped to his knees, gritting his teeth. A huge migrane pounded at him.
Trinity rushed over. "Asher? Asher, what's wrong?"
A low groan was his only response. He leaned his head against his door frame, hands digging into the floor. He shook and sounded like he was in intense pain. His eyes forced shut.
Trinity cautiously put her palm on his back. Golden energy began transferring from her to him. "Just hang on," she murmured. It would take most of her energy since he was a demon, but she pushed the thought from her mind.
Shaking harder, a scream tore from him. Pain coursed through his body. His head filled with voices that weren’t his own, as claws tore at his insides. Somewhere, in the distance, he swore he heard Trinity’s voice. He fought back, trying to hold on for her. Swallowing down blood, his body tensed, small shivers still coursing over him.
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