Halo nods. Having him talk was good. He mixes a few herbs then takes a breath. "Oh? What were your parents like?" He asks softly, looking up at the male. He slowly walks towards him, biting his lip. "Can you help me remove your shirt? I need more access the wound." He says softy.
John removed his shirt in one quick motion, trying not to prolong the pain from movement, “My mother is sweet. Lovely woman, she sung me to sleep when I was younger. She could’ve been a music writing, if she wanted. My father was a tough man with a good heart. He taught me how to hunt and fish, always made sure I did my chores,” John released a strained chuckle, “We lived on a farm, had horses and all that.” After a moment passed, John asked, “What’s your family like?”
Halo nods, smiling a little as he explains his family. He always wanted a family like that. He carefully begins to clean the wound, but tenses when John asked about his family. "I don't… I don't remember them." He finally said. He bites his lip in concentration as the poison starts to drain into the herbs. He takes a breath, gently pushing the herb mixture on the wound. It was soothing, and less painful.
“You don’t?” John searched Halo’s eyes, “Were you abandoned? As a child?” The herbs were starting to work, a cool, soothing feeling washed over him. He let his eyes droop slightly, mostly because this place just felt safe enough to relax.
Halo gulps a little, "I dunno. I remember a searing pain in my head before I woke up alone in the woods." He says softly. "I found this cabin, and fixed it up. I've lived here ever since." He says quietly.
Wow. A civilian living alone in the woods… The male got lucky. John grabbed Halo’s hand without realizing, “Thank you, Halo. For healing -saving- me. I probably wouldn’t have been able to make it back to a nurse,” John sighed, “I need to get back before they think I abandoned my post.” But gosh, John was exhausted…
Halo starts when the other takes his hand. "It's alright." He says softly. "I wasn't going to let someone die right in front of me." He says gently. He looks at the other. "There is no way I can let you do that. You need rest and that wound is going to make you extremely weak. You wouldn't be able to fight if you had to." He says gently.
“But I-“ The protest died on his lips when he found he was too tired to even lift his head. His eyes drooped too easily, he was slipping in unconsciousness too easily when there was war happening not to far away. He never fell asleep easily after his first mission, but… he was just so… tired… and it was… safe… John’s grip tightened on the other’s hand before his whole body shut down from an exhaustion induced sleep.
Halo smiles a little when he sees the other resting. He gently squeezes his hand back before walking to the cupboard and grabbing a blanket to keep him warm and a pillow to prop his head up. He sighs softly, brushing some hair from his face.
(Time skip or…?)
Sure//
John woke up slowly. He hadn’t slept so good in years. He eyes slowly peeked open, but then he nearly fell to the ground. Where am I? These aren’t my quarters, I’m not at my station. Panic gripped John tightly while his head screamed suspicions, captured, trapped, torture, interrogation. John blinked again, his memory slowly seeping back to him. Injury, Halo, healed, slept… John blinked, trying to clear his head. How long had he been out?
Halo was in the garden, humming softly. He had allowed his wings to fall from his back, and the large angelic wings seemed to glitter in the sunlight. Of course, they were just covered in dew. He picks a few more herbs, along with a few strawberries. He picks the basket up, and walks towards the home, his wings shrinking back into his back.
“Halo?” John called, slowly moving his legs over the side of the bed. His wound looked better compared to yesterday, John noted as he prodded at it gently. Gosh I need to get back to my station… “Halo, how long have I been here?”
Halo looks up when he heard the other call for him. He walks into the room and smiles. "Ah, you're awake. You've been asleep for almost the whole day." He walks over to the other, checking his wound. "Better. I'd say another day of rest and you'll be fine to go back." He says, looking up at John with a small smile.
John’s eyes widened, “A whole day? Oh geez, I need to get back-“ John shot up from the bed, this time ignore the pain from his left side as he tried to take a few steps forward.
Halo shakes his head. "Idiot! What are you doing!? You're gonna cause more injury!" He sits the other down, shaking his head. "Honestly." He sighs softly. "I can give you some medicine and you can head out tonight if you're that desperate to get back." He says softly.
“I need to get back now. The general needs me, my comrades-“ John faltered. How many had died when he was away? How many more names would he put on his arm? “I’ll be charged for abandoning my post, I’ll lose my position-“ Geez, so much was going on in his head, John wished he would’ve had a few more moments of that peaceful sleep.
Halo sighs softly. He knew that John wasn't calming down. He sets a hand on his. Taking it gently, he takes a breath and focused. Willing energy and healing part of the wound. He pulls back once done and looks at the other. "I'll get food and water for you." He says quietly. He turns away. The company had been nice while it lasted. Even if he had been asleep most of the time. He walks to the kitchen, grabbing food. He allows his wings to roll out so he can grab the higher up food. He fills a jug with water.
John was taken aback, mostly by Halo holding his hand, but when a tingling feeling started up, when he looked at his wound and it was basically gone. John got up after Halo, about to say something but- John drew his sword, pale, and asked shakily, “What are you?”
Halo squeaks, trying to hide his wings when the other followed after him. He hadn't noticed. "I… John… Please put the sword down." He says softly, gulping a little. "I'm a guardian." He says quietly. "I heal people…" He whispers, looking at the blade with fear. Halo looks up at the other, biting his lip.
John instincts screamed the opposite of what Halo said. Demon, kill it, demon, kill it, demon- “How can I tell if you’re telling the truth?” He couldn’t help but tighten his grip on his sword. But as he studied Halo’s eyes, he saw genuine fear in them. I did sleep here for a long time, if he’d wanted to kill me…
Halo backs away, seeing the anger in his eyes. He gulps softly. "You don't. It's your choice whether I'm telling the truth or not." He whispers, "but I'd never hurt anyone. Never…"
John bit his lip, betrayed himself, and sheathed his sword with wary eyes still studying Halo. And remembering that fear in the male’s eyes. John finally looked away, “I don’t want to kill you.” Monster monster monster. John winced at himself and turned away, “I’m sorry I did that.” Halo had saved John, and all he did was threaten the other.
Halo takes a deep breath, watching as the other sheathed his sword. "I-Its okay…" He says softly, slowly untensing. "You have to get back, right? H-heres food and water for the trip back." He says quietly, handing the male the supplies. "And use this if the wound starts to act up." He gives him some herbs that were crushed together. It had a faint lavender smell. "Be careful." He says softly.