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

Started August 13, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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“You’re welcome, I love you too,” Thatcher responded. He gave Halo’s body a gentle squeeze, exhaling softly. He rested his head against the pillow, doing his best to try and relax.

Halo easily fell asleep, breathing slowly, gentle breaths escaping his pale pink lips. His slender hands are pressed a little against his chest as he nuzzled happily into Thatcher as he slept.

Thatcher had stayed awake all night, always keeping watch over Halo. He had made sure that Halo didn’t suffer from any nightmares, and if he did, he had sure that Halo calmed as quickly as he was able to. He waited until Halo woke up so he could get the other his breakfast and such.

Halo slept peacfully for the first time in his life he was happy and content about how he was at the moment. Little breaths left his thin, pink lips as he slept against Thatcher. It was the presence of the other that gave him comfort and let him sleep. He knew it from the beginning, because he knew that Thatcher loved him. That was all he needed.

Thatcher tilted his head, just to press a quick kiss to Halo’s forehead. He wanted to protect the angel in any way that he could. But still would be punished, and the man that hurt Halo was still out there. He would be gone for a day at the most. What if Halo was taken again, and he didn’t get there in time? He couldn’t tell Halo why he had to go. Halo wouldn’t let him, but he had to. Maybe it would be best to slip out, leave Nike here and hope that he wasn’t gone long. He looked over at where the slip of paper was set out, reading an address that had written itself there in the middle of the night.

Halo shifts a little in his sleep, releasing a soft sigh. He nestles into his blankets, almost releasing Thatcher from his grasps. He was still asleep, nothing seeming to stir the sleeping angel from his peaceful realm of sleep. His breath is slow and deep, his parted lips curving into a small smile at times as he slept.

Thatcher bit softly at his lower lip as he carefully got out of bed. He decided it would be best to leave the paper there, and using the pen, he wrote a quick note that read: Had to go out for buisness, I will be back as soon as possible. Nike will keep you safe. -T.

He was eventually out of the house, shifting into crows, and flying to where the address was. Anxiety churned in the pit of his stomach, and he resisted the urge to just go back and crawl back in bed with Halo.

Halo woke shortly after Thatcher left, looking around for the other. He bites his lip, nervousness washing through him until Glitch pads over to him, holding a piece of paper with Thatchers hand writing. Halo held the piece of paper back to his chest, unable to fall asleep again. Glitch clambered up into bed with him, keeping him company. Halo wondered about what business Thatcher had to deal with. He was pretty sure Dr. Dorovack was dead, so what was there to fear?

Nike had gone into the bedroom and was laying next to the side of the bed that was closest to the door. She was facing the door as well, watching it closely.

Thatcher had arrived at the large, expensive looking home. He let himself in after shifting back, walking over to the main room. When going inside, a group of other serious looking Reapers were waiting for him. His jaw clenched once they silenced and looked at him. One gestured towards the large symbol in the middle of the room, and he stepped into it. He was unable to move from the symbol now, confined in that small space.

Halo pet Glitch who whined softly, sensing his masters distress. He chuckles and slowly sits up. "We should probably get you fed, huh boy?" He asks gentle. Glitch tilts his head and Halo chuckles quietly. He stands and walks towards the door. "Nike, do you want me to let you out so you can catch something?" He asks the three headed dog, smiling a little at her.

Nike looked over at Halo, standing up. She seemed almost… sad, in a sense. One of her heads whined in response and walked around the other side of the bed. She came back holding a black piece of clothing in her mouth- Thatcher’s trench coat. She had slight attachment issues, and didn’t like when he would leave her. The trench coat smelled like him, so she felt it comforting to have it.

Thatcher got down on his knees as they spoke. “Thatcher Wain. I believe you know what you are here,” one said.

“I do..’ he answered.

“You killed without authorization, and you got yourself bound. You are lucky you are such a good soldier usually, or we would have already had you executed. But you still deserve to be punished.”

Halo smiles weakly at the sight of the trench coat, biting his lip and looking down, already missing Thatcher. He looks at Nike. "I know girl. I miss him too." He says softly. He releases a pain filled sigh and walks out of his room and towards the door, opening it. Glitch bounds out of his arms, happily bounding around the grassy area.

Nike followed after Halo and Glitch, dropping the trench coat by the door and padding outside to sniff around.

“What will that be?” Thatcher asked the woman.

She frowned down at him grimly. “30 lashings.”

He tensed up a bit. He had never had that injury before. His fists clenched as a man stepped over, what looked like a whip in his hands. His hands were bound in front of him, and he was told to stay kneeling. And with that, he was struck on the back, over and over. He knew it was laced with the material that could kill a Reaper, because he certainly felt as if he could die.

Halo smiles as he watches Glitch nuzzle next to Nike in a comforting way, biting his lip as he gently picked up Thatchers trench coat, wrapping it around himself for comfort. He wasn't sure where the other was, but he wanted him to be home soon. He curls up, releasing a pain filled sigh.

Nike’s left head dipped down, giving Glitch a big, affectionate kiss with her large tongue. Her tail wagged a bit, and she seemed to have taken a liking to the smaller dog.

After ten minutes, it was over. Once the man had finished, he had promptly slumped over with unconsciousness, and was just coming to. He was outside now. They left him bleeding on the front lawn, not treating his wounds. He wasn’t allowed to treat them either. How was he supposed to hide these bleeding gashes from Halo?

Halo smiles as he watches the dogs. Glitch barks happily and licks her nose in return. He leans back, nuzzling into Thatcher's trench coat, enjoying the smell lingering on the fabric. He sighs quietly, just trying to remain positive. He wasn't sure when Thatcher would be back and that made him a little sad.

Thatcher forced himself up, steadying himself against a tree. Pain shot through his body, and he hissed from the feeling. He ran a hand over his face, doing his best to shift. He had to go back to Halo. The other would be upset with him, but this was his own fault. He made a decision that could have easily been avoided in his anger.

Halo stands and starts cleaning, humming softly. He had to keep his mind off everything. He was so worried about Thatcher. Was he okay? What did he need to do.

Nike had eventually gone back inside, and seemed to follow Halo around. Thatcher had told her to watch the other, and she always listened to him.

Thatcher had to take a break about a quarter of a mile from Halo’s home. He had shifted back, going to his hands and knees as he coughed harshly. He panted heavily from exhaustion, and shut his eyes tightly.

Halo smiles at Nike, "Hey girl." He says softly. He looks around, humming softly as he does so. He looks around then looks at Nike. He was half tempted to allow her to go and find Thatcher. He was quiet, sitting on the couch.

Nike laid down by Halo’s feet, her three heads resting on her large paws.

Thatcher couldn’t do it. He didn’t think that he had the strength to make it to Halo’s house. But he couldn’t just up and vanish for more than a day. He knew that would worry his angel half to death. He would just rest, only for a moment..

Halo watches as Glitch enters the house, carrying a dead mole and offering it in front of Nike, wagging his tail. He smiles as he watches the two dogs, taking a breath before leaning back and shutting his eyes. He was so scared. Where was Thatcher? Was he okay?"

Nike’s middle head dipped down and picked up the mole, it seeming small compared to her large mouth. She ate it quickly, and the left head gave Glitch a compassionate nudge.

After about 15 more minutes, Thatcher was at the doorstep. Nike could smell him, and she bounded down the stairs quickly, barking eagerly.