forum The Bound (One on One) (Closed).

Started August 13, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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“Did that man hurt you?” Thatcher asked, arching a brow. He stopped though, feeling the cut above his brow sting. He hadn’t been able to see much, considering he was being beaten on the ground by another man.

Halo looks up and shakes his head. "No… are you alright? What's wrong? Did they hurt you?" He asks softly, now seeing the cut above his eyebrow. He walks towards Thatcher, reaching up and gingerly brushing the hair out of the way. "They did hurt you…" He says softly, slowly withdrawing his hand, lingering slightly on his jaw. But only for a split second. He felt his heart thud in his chest.

“Just the cut and the bruises,” Thatcher answered. There was the cut, he hA da black eye, a few small bruises forming on his cheekbones, and his lip was bleeding slightly. His breath almost caught in his throat when Halo touched him, and he looked down at the angel. “I will be fine. It was good that this happened, so he was distracted with me,” he said slowly.

Halo shakes his head, "You're still hurt…" he mutters softly. Was it his fault that Thatcher got hurt? Was he the reason? He bites his lip. "I'm so sorry." He mutters softly.

“Don’t be sorry,” Thatcher told Halo, shaking his head a bit. “It could have been worse, these little cuts and bruises are nothing,” he added. It was true. He could have gotten a broken bone, or maybe shot again. They could have also taken his scythe, but he guessed that the men didn’t know much about his rare species.

Halo shakes his head, "Still… you got hurt because you were trying to protect me. I…" He bows his head, biting his lip.

“Halo,” Thatcher said to get his attention. He rested his hand on Halo’s chin now, gently tilting his head up. “You have been… good to me so far. You could have been the type of person to use my abilities in a wrong way, or use up my years with constant healing, but you haven’t. These injuries mean nothing at all.”

Halo shakes his head, "Still… I can't help but worry. I don't like seeing people hurt because of my mistakes." He says softly, glancing up at the other, he takes Thatchers hand in his own, gently holding it. "I never want to make people do things they don't want to do, and I've already requested so much from you…" He sighs softly.

“It’s alright, Halo. You really haven’t asked for much at all. And do you think that I don’t want or do this?” Thatcher asked, holding Halo’s gaze. “My true job is to protect innocence and to serve those of my choosing. People created a binding spell to twist those rules up a bit. But you have been good to me so far.”

Halo gulps softly, shutting his eyes. "I…" He takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "I don't want you to think you're my servant or anything." He says softly. "I never liked being higher up than someone. C-could you possibly think of yourself as my equal." He mutters.

Thatcher’s lips pursed slightly in thought as he considered it. That would be something false that was happening, really, if he agreed to that. Technically Halo was his superior at the moment. But he could see how upset it seemed to make Halo, and he nodded his head slowly. “Okay, we are equal,” he said.

Halo smiles gently to himself. "Thank you." He whispers softly. "That makes me happy." He smile up at Thatcher, his smile wide and happy.

A very faint smile came to Thatcher’s lips when Halo grinned up at him. He nodded his head, thinking about how they were still holding hands. He let go, though, shifting on his heals a bit. “You’re welcome,” he answered.

Halo realized as well, "Oh… Sorry!" He chuckles nervously, taking his hand back, a small blush running along his cheeks, "Didn't mean to overstep boundaries." He takes a step back.

“No, it’s alright,” Thatcher told Halo, shaking his head a bit. Of course he didn’t mind much if they touched. He thought Halo would think it would be strange. What a terrible misunderstanding.

Halo looks up at Thatcher, a small smile on his face. He had the odd impulse to hug Thatcher, but he didn't want Thatcher to think he was clingy. He brushes a stray piece of hair from his face.

Thatcher stood silently for a moment before clearing his throat softly. “You food is probably well over done by now,” He commented, remembering what had been cooking in the kitchen.

Halo jumps. "Oh my god you're right!" He rushes towards the kitchen and peeps into the chili. He gives a relived sigh, "Just looks like the bottom burnt. The rest is ready to eat." He takes the pot off the warm stove and onto some potholders.

Thatcher walked into the kitchen, Nike following him. The large hound seemed to follow him everywhere, always on edge and ready for something. He lingered near a counter, leaning his elbows against it. Nike laid down close to him, taking up a good amount of the floor as two of her heads rested while the third stayed alert.

Halo hums, serving a bowl. "Would you like some?" He asks kindly, smiling towards Thatcher.

“No thank you,” Thatcher answered, shaking his head. It smelt good, but he knew he wouldn’t like the taste. Food always tasted flavorless to him, flavorless with a very slight bitter edge. He licked his lips, looking down at the counter top in thought.

He nods, smiling softly. Halo grabs a spoon and begins to eat, humming softly. He tosses a small piece towards Glitch, who jumps and catches it, before eating the piece happily.

Thatcher looked up from the counter top, watching Halo eat the food. “How does it taste?” He asked, arching a brow in question. His fingers tapped on the counter top before he stopped and began to pick at his nails.

"Mmm, spicy, then it goes sweet." He answers after swallowing a bite. He smiles at the other. Glitch whines softly, looking up at Halo. Halo chuckles, tossing him another piece of meat.

Thatcher’s lips pursed softly as he watched Halo eat. He ran a hand through his hair, brushing a few strands out of his eyes. “And that’s a good thing?” He asked.