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

Started August 13, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Thatcher wished he could sleep, now. He wanted to rest, as he felt completely exhausted from loosing a lot of blood.

Halo looks up at Thatcher, his eyes concerned. "Are you going to be okay, Thatcher?" He asks quietly.

Thatcher squinted his eyes open again, looking over at Halo. “I’ll be okay… I just need to rest and heal for a while. The injuries won’t heal as fast, but they will eventually.”

Halo nods and takes a small breath, holding the other gently. He hated seeing Thatcher in pain. "I will always take care of you." He whispers.

Thatcher gave Halo one of his rare, barely there smiles. “Thank you,” he mumbled.

"Of course." He whispers softly, kissing Thatchers cheek.

Thatcher had felt like he had drifted off, his eyes shut as a feeling of calm had washed over him. But he knew that wasn’t possible. He was just momentarily forgtetting about the agonizing pain he felt in his back. His eyes snapped open, and he saw that it was a bit dark outside. Had he really laid there in Halo’s bed for most of the day?

Halo was resting beside him, sleeping peacefully as he was curled up next to Thatcher. He gives a little sigh in his sleep, smiling a little..

Thatcher tilted his head down a bit, looking down at Halo. He smiled faintly and brushed his lips against Halo’s forehead in an affectionate way before settling again.

Halo slowly opened an eye, smiling a little when he saw Thatcher. "Morning." He says sleepily, kissing the others cheek.

Thatcher glacned back down at Halo when he heard the other’s voice. “It’s not morning just yet. It’s late, though,” he said softly.

Halo shrugs sleepily before cracking a smile. "Oh well." He mumbles, sighing happily as he rests beside his lover, looking over him. "how are your wounds? Are they at least a little bit better than before?"

“Not sure. They won’t head as easily as my others, and they still hurt like hell,” Thatcher said. He gave a slight huff as he tugged Halo closer to him, not wanting to move.

Halo nods and smiles a little when he's tugged into the others warmth. He kisses Thatcher's shoulder lovingly as he rests there, sighing happily.

“Are you hungry or anything like that? If so, we can get breakfast,” Thatcher offered. He rested his hands on Halo’s lower back, idly rubbing at his skin.

Halo shakes his head. "Not really no… I kind of just want to stay here." He mumbles, feeling completely at peace.

Thatcher nodded his head slowly. “Okay, then. If you get hungry, tell me and I can get up to get you something.”

Halo shakes his head. "No. You're not getting up. You hear me? You're injured. I need you to rest…" He says softly, kissing the others forehead. "I can manage, love."

Thatcher gave a reluctant huff. “I can get up and do things, I’m still able. My legs aren’t injured,” he protested. He hated sitting around. He was supposed to be constantly moving and killing. It was programmed in his brain, that was what he was created to do.

Halo shakes his head. "Thatcher… You're still wounded, idiot. Doing that might hurt you even more… Can you relax? Just for today?" He asks softly.

“I can’t relax,” Thatcher grumbled. “This body can stand a lot. I wasn’t made for sitting around all day and not doing anything. I feel useless.”

Halo sighs and hugs Thatcher, making sure to avoid his wounds. "I don't care…" He whispers. "I don't want you to be in more pain than needed…" He whispers.

Thatcher huffed a bit and tilted his head to rest it against Halo’s shoulder. “I’ll be fine, Halo, I’ve had worse,” he breathed out and brushed his lips gently along the crook of his neck.