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

Started August 13, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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"Um, would you mind stirring this?" Halo asks, smiling a little, "It'd be a huge help." He hands the spoon to the other as he walks towards the cabinets to find more of the herbs he was missing.

Thatcher nodded, looking down at the spoon in his hand, and then to the pot. He stepped to it, beginning to stir it slowly. By his expression, he looked like he had never cooked before.

Halo chuckles softly, grabbing the herbs. "Now, take a pinch of the rosemary and put it in." He offers the small bowl of ground up rosemary. He hums, smiling softly.

Thatcher looked at the bowl of rosemary and took it from Halo. He got a little bit of the herb and put it into the food. He stirred it more afterwards, setting the bowl of rosemary on the counter. “It smells good,” he commented.

Halo chuckles, smiling softly, "It'll be ready in a little while." He says, humming happily.

Thatcher nodded his head once again, looking down at Halo. “Should I keep stirring?” He asked, arching a brow slightly. He blew a strand of hair out of his face, glancing back to the food.

"Just every once and a while." he says, chopping the potatoes that were soaking in the sink. "Just a few more things and then we let it boil for a little while." Halo explains happily.

“Right..” Thatcher said with a slight nod. “I don’t know much about this sort of thing, I don’t cook,” he added, arms crossing over his chest loosely as he watched Halo cut up potatoes.

Halo smiles at the other before carefully taking the potatoes and placing them in the pot, humming happily as he does so. His headache was focusing in and out so he didn't feel much pain.

Thatcher had stepped aside slightly to give Halo a bit more room. He looked down at Halo, watching the shorter male closely. He seemed to be in a better mood, which pleased Thatcher.

Halo sways his hips as he dances around the kitchen. He was cooking, which relaxed him. It was rhythmic and felt wonderful. There was a system to cooking.

Thatcher leaned against the counter, occasionally reaching over to stir the food. His eyes occasionally flicked to Halo’s swaying hips, and he wondered how the skin in the angel’s hips felt under those clothes. He shook his head to himself, rubbing a hand over his face as a way to clear the thoughts from his mind.

Halo smiles at Thatcher, "Alright. Now we let it sit for a little while and then it's lunch." Glitch barks and paws at the door. Halo walks towards the door to let Glitch out. Glitch looks towards his master and Halo shoos him outside. Glitch starts to sniff around and perks, starting to growl.

Thatcher looked out the doorway, watching the small dog. It was growling, and he felt that something might be wrong. “Why is he growling?” He asked, wondering for a moment where Nike was.

Halo shrugs. "I don't know." He mutters. "Maybe a bear?" He looks outside, his eyes curious. He exits onto the lawn and picks up his dog.

Thatcher stepped outside, frowning as he looked around. “Have you seen bears around here before?” He asked. Maybe Glitch was growling at Nike, but he didn’t see her anywhere.

"No… not really." Halo mutters. "Normally they stay south of the river… I don't understand why they would cross now." Gltich barks again, and Halo gulps softly.

“You should go back inside,” Thatcher said, looking over at Halo before back at the trees. “I can go and see if there is anything there. He might just be barking at my hound,” he continued.

Halo nods, his eyes glancing towards the other. "I just hope it's not the hunters…" He mutters softly, shaking his head. He walks back into the house.

Thatcher shook his head to himself at Halo’s words. It couldn’t be the hunters. He had watched as Nike had ripped the men apart. He frowned, pulling out his sheet of paper, freezing up promptly after. He hadn’t checked the sheet before, but now he could see that there were still two names left. They must have not been at the camp when he went there. The scythe formed in his hand as he took a few steps towards the trees.

Halo walks into the living room, gently petting the top of Glitches head, glancing outside. He sighs softly and shakes his head, humming softly.

Thatcher stepped into the tree line, not seeing anything until something hard was smashed against the side of his head. He fell to the ground, the scythe vanishing as he hissed with pain. His head throbbed, and he felt something dripping down the side of his head, which he assumed was blood. He saw a pair of boots stay by him, another going in the direction of Halo’s house. He started to shout Halo’s name, to warn him, but one of the boots was sharply kicking his throat, cutting hum off.

Halo heard a ruckus and he perks, his eyes going wide as he stands. He exits the house nervously, his wings fluttering as he glances around. "Th-Thatcher?" He calls softly.

(I'm in dance so if that's why I don't reply, just a head up.)

(Alright. I’ll be leaving the house for a bit soon anyways.)

Thatcher heard Halo’s soft voice, and he cursed as he tried to get to his feet, but would just be knocked down again. There was a man approaching the house, a blade in his hand. Where was his hound? He whistled, praying to the gods that she could hear him.

Halo heard a whistle, his eyes going wide. "Thatcher?" He calls again.