John sat up and looked Halo directly in his crimson eyes, “Halo, you never failed me. Never.” He took Halo’s face within his hands, then pulling him closer to kiss his angel. Because Halo would always be his angel, not a demon. Next thing John knew, he was tugging Halo’s face down, pulling the angel to lay down next to him.
Halo smiles a little, feeling a light tug in his chest, shaking his head. "I'm still sorry." He whispers, shutting his eyes. He squeaks in surprise when John kissed him, kissing back softly. He was so sad, and felt so guilty. He had failed John. He holds the other and sobs softly. "I'm so sorry John…" He curls up next to him and sighs softly.
“Don’t be sorry, Halo. You didn’t fail me. Now I can be with you forever, right? We’ll always be together,” John promised, wrapping his arms around Halo and tucking him into his chest, “I love you, Halo. You’re my angel, and I claim you to whatever end.” John kissed the corners of Halo’s eyes, then his cheeks, then the corner of his mouth, and finally his lips. Each kiss had been soft and loving, and John tried to convey every feeling he had to Halo.
Halo holds onto the other. "I don't deserve you, John." He whispers, smiling a little as he nuzzles into the other. "You're my angel as well, I love you. I will never leave you." Halo sighs and smiles at the kisses. He felt how much John loved him, he felt assurance, he felt love. He kisses John back when the other had finally reached his lips. "You mean everything to me, John. I don'y want that to ever change." He holds John and sighs happily, glad to be next to John, resting in this bed, just having the other there to comfort and love.
John snuggled under Halo’s arm, digging his face into the angel’s neck, “I… love… you…” He murmured, ending with a yawn. It was just so warm, cuddling with Halo like this… John’s eyes had dropped closed, and he was falling into a deep exhaustion induced sleep, his arms still wrapped around Halo.
"I love you too babe." He mutters, holding the other happily. He lets out a tired sigh and shuts his eyes, holding John close. He started to doze, happy to have John in his arms. He sighs and nuzzles into the other, wrapping his wings around them as they slept.
John had never slept so long and so peaceful in his life. The only thing that awoke him was a familiar voice, who was basically shouting, “John! John, we need to talk. I know you’re in there, and I’ve given you enough time to rest.”
John blinked blearily, then curled in on himself, murmuring, “Too early…” Gosh, never in his life as a soldier did John think he’d ever say someone was waking him too early.
Halo still slept peacefully in John's arms when his friend came calling. He shifts a little as he rests, letting out an indignant noise before falling asleep again, his crimson eyes still hidden from the world.
“John, I’m coming in, I don’t even care anymore-“ Brennan stopped mid sentence when he saw the two cuddled together in bed, “Oh.”
John rolled over, lazily blinking at Brennan, “What do you want? I’m tired…”
Brennan frowned, “It’s going to be noon anytime now, I’ll have you know. But I guess you’d be tired because you’re supposed to be dead.”
John stared at his comrade for a few seconds. The man couldn’t have said it better. “I am. I don’t see what you’re getting at,” John rolled back over, snuggling closer next to Halo and yawning.
“You’re supposed to be dead!” Brennan shouted, and John let out a tiny groan at the noise, “I saw your body, John. You were dead! Don’t think that we don’t have questions!”
Halo slowly wakes up at the yelling and sits up. He looks down at John before looking at Brennan. "Any questions, I can answer. He's new to his body. He doesn't exactly understand what's he's become." He says softly, running a hand through John's hair. "He's supposed to be tired. I would be surprised if he wasn't."
“Then how on earth his he even breathing?” Brennan demanded angrily, “I saw him dead, and yes, we’re all happy, but we want to know how it’s even possible.” Brennan crossed his arms. John was different -so different- from when he died, he wasn’t offended when Brennan was so exasperated about it.
He looks down at John. "The answer is pretty simple. He was kicked from heaven. He was still needed here. In the process he became what I used to be." He looks up at Brennan. "Yes, he was dead. But he came back in an essence."
“How is that simple!?” Brennan shouted again, and John buried his face deeper into Halo’s soft chest, “The mere existence of heaven is debated on!” Brennan threw his hands up in the air, then huffed a breath, “This is all crazy talk. What do you expect me to tell the camp?!”
Halo shrugs. "Heaven, hell, other worlds, it all connects." He replies. "There is always some sort of deity." He runs a hand through John's hair. "He was still needed here. Or he has a purpose to serve. It really depends." Halo smiles a little. "You'd be surprised by how many dead people run on the streets everyday."
Brennan huffed another breath then turned and exited the tent, calling over his shoulder, “Don’t think I won’t come back to ask you more questions, John!” Then his comrade was gone, off to delay whatever news the camp expected him to bring.
John frowned into Halo’s chest, talking with a nostalgic tint to his voice, “He’s just grumpy after Rachel…” After she died, “They really loved each other, but they wouldn’t ever admit it.”
Halo holds the other, smiling softly. His crimson gaze flashes blue for a second as he holds the other, sighing quietly. His blood lust was still high, but not as high. He snuggles the other happily. "She's happy. She misses him though." He mutters, shutting his eyes.
“How do you know?” John asked quietly, lifting his head to look at Halo better. His eyes still dropped, but he didn’t feel exhausted like he did last night. John reached his arms around Halo, only having some pain from his cut arm, and started drawing circles with his hands onto the other’s lower back.
"I'm a fallen, John. I know souls of the dead, both in heaven and hell." He whispers, kissing John's cheek. "I assure you, she's in heaven." He smiles, hugging the other. He liked holding the other. It made him feel peace, happiness and relaxed. "I love you." He mutters.
“I love you too…” John yawned, smiling and bringing one hand up to lightly tug Halo’s face closer again, a slight plea for a kiss on the lips. John decided that he liked being snuggled and cuddled. He loved being held by Halo, he felt protected. It was strange; John wasn’t the protector anymore like he used to be. And John found that he didn’t mind it.
Halo smiles, looking down at the other, his crimson gaze loving. He kisses John gently, running a hand through his hair. "I love you, you dork." He mumbles. He loved holding John, never wanting to let him go. Never again. He smiles. They were both immortal. He kisses the other with a gentle passion. He wasn't the sweet healer he used to be. John didn't mind that. So neither did he.
John melted into the kiss, bringing his hands up to tangle them in Halo’s hair, “What are we supposed to do next?” He asked softly against Halo’s lips, “Where do we go? Where do we fit in the world?” People wouldn’t accept them as an angel and a demon, that just wouldn’t happen, John realized as he curled his wings inwards. Brennan and the camp wouldn’t accept an explanation of just coming back to fulfill something.
Halo looks down at him. "We run, John. Once we are done here, we run." He kisses John's forehead. They would never have a place here. He smiles at John. "There is no need to worry about anything. I promise it'll work out for the better." He nuzzles the other, kissing his forehead. He sighs quietly, holding the other.
John hummed quietly, “I trust you, Halo.” He found himself dozing off again, then scolded himself for being so tired when it was just about noon, according to Brennan. But… John yawned again, sapping off of Halo’s warmth.
Halo smiles, "Rest, John. You need it to regain your strength. Becoming a supernatural and then using your powers… the normal supernatural could sleep up to a week." He says softly, running a hand through Johns hair and kissing his temple.
“You don’t need to tell me twice…” John murmured, cuddling closer and letting tiredness pull him back into a light sleep, despite the growing noise of the working camp. John had neglected to take into account that they’d return to the States eventually.