forum Why would you love a monster like me? (One on One)

Started September 02, 2018 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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John let out a small hum, almost like a purr. He loved this man to the ends of the earth, and he was so glad to be able to proudly say he’d spend the rest of his life with Halo. He pressed his face into Halo’s shoulder and muttered, “Should we go back in there eventually?”

((Low key just realizing I had switched over to she/her for some time without even knowing lol))
Rowan’s eyes shone with pure happiness. Alvor made her happy, he was like a shining beacon in her life. “You’re all I’ll ever desire, my love,” Rowan whispered to him, a smile bright on her face. “I want to be with you more than I’d want my arm to be fixed, I love you more than I love to breathe.”

Halo curled around John, his wings wrapping around them protectively. He wanted to do nothing more then this. This feeling of bliss as he stood and held John was something that he loved and adored. He kissed the others forehead gently before nodding. "We probably should, but for now… Let's just be us for a little while." He whispers.

(Lol)
He chuckled and held her close. "You, my love… Are an absolute blessing." He whispers as he holds her close. You are beautiful in every sense of the word…" His hands wandered her skin, his lips wandered her neck. "I want nothing more then to stay by your side. Healed arm or not."

(Heyyy man sorry for late responses, life has been super stressful lately and has kinda gone to heck, I’ll prolly be on more later in the month when winter break comes)

John smiled softly, snuggling into Halo’s chest. “I like that plan,” He replied contently with a happy smile. Halo was wonderful, he was perfect. This whole moment was perfect. John tilted his head and placed a small kiss on Halo’s neck, smiling happily into it. John loved Halo more than anything.

Rowan smiled, soaking in that touch and those lips on her neck. She loved him, simple as that. “I think you’re the best man to ever exist,” Rowan told him softly with a bright smile. Alvor was amazing, he was so sweet. She had gotten so lucky to have found him, and to have him love her. Of all the people he could choose from, he’d chosen her.
(Also do you want to timeskip to the near-death scene soon (doesn’t have to be right away, maybe in a little bit?)

(It's okay! We all need breaks every once and a while.)

He smiled a little bit before sighing happily and kissing his nose. He wanted nothing more then to stay right here and be a foundation for John. John was his everything. He wanted both his husband and son to be happy. He leaned his head to the side so that John could kiss his neck, a little sigh escaping his nose. "I love you." He whispers as he shuts his eyes.

Alvor laughed quietly at the comment, beaming up at her. "Rowan, you are the most beautiful, kind, breathtaking person I have ever met." He replies, kissing her cheek. She was everything to him, and he would be damned if he ever let anything happen to him. He nuzzled into her neck, shutting his eyes in relaxation. He let his mind wander as they stayed there.

(Sure let's do that.)

_{Hello?? Are you okay? Are you alive?}

It's alright love! And we can do a skip.

After a many, many times of trying to heal Rowan, they made progress. John even thought they might be perfectly healthy within a couple days at maximum. It was all taxing, by the end of it, John usually wanted to fall asleep, which usually ended up happening, whether it be in Halo’s arms or on the couch, or even on a chair—John simply nodded off on accident. Maybe it was because of how peculiar the disease was. John kept thinking of it like a hive of angry bees that stung him whenever he tried to get rid of them. But they still made a lot of progress.

Rowan was wonderful. They had done so much for him. He could easily move his arm without pain anymore, and he could almost form his hand into a fist and he could almost straighten out his fingers entirely. He never thought it was possible, to be able to move his hand with such little pain. Even though each day they worked on his hand, they pain got worse. He hadn’t physically told anyone about it, but he wouldn’t be surprised if Alvor might know because he knew him so well.
Rowan smiled at John, “I think I’m all ready.” He put his hand out for John, glancing at Alvor. Any day now, and Rowan might be healed. Maybe even today, and Rowan might be healed. He didn’t want to get his hopes up too much, but he couldn’t help but hope. He had a good feeling about today.

Halo was there to support his husband at all times, making sure he got plenty to eat and enough sleep. He was happy that they were making progress. But he was worried about about John. He seemed fearful of the disease, like it would lash out at him. Halo never knew what was going on, or what John feared, but he wanted to be there for the other.

Alvor had long moved from being required to stay in a bed constantly. But he stayed. He stayed for the sake of Rowan, doing everything he could to support his boyfriend. He was there, day and night, never leaving Rowan's side as he began to heal. He was glad to see his boyfriend so happy, but when they were going through the healing process he saw Rowan in so much pain that he wanted to tell his dad to stop, to stop healing him and let him rest, let him heal. He saw the pain that flashed through Rowan's eyes and he hated it.But he knew that the other felt better afterwards and that's what was important to Rowan, so he stayed quiet.
As he heard the others words, Alvor stood and walked towards the other before kissing his forehead and settling at Rowan's side, his eyes gentle with warmth and assurance. He kissed his lips swiftly before glancing at his dads and nods a little.

John took Rowan hand, smiling lightly. “Ready?” He asked gently, prepping himself. Mentally, at least, preparing for the drain, the energy this would sap from him. How he’d have to tip toe around the disease before striking it like an asp—that had become John’s strategy. Sometimes it felt like he was fighting a sentient being, with how careful he had to be, but he knew that was silly.

Rowan smiled, leaning into Alvor and prepping himself. “Ready,” He confirmed with a nod. Maybe today would be the day. Alvor had told him his fathers could heal him, and they were healing him. Everything would be okay, they were so close… only a little bit longer, and Rowan would probably be moving his hand in no time.

John closed his eyes and sent his magic in, simply brushing on the outer edges of the disease. It had shrank significantly the past week, so much so that he believed he found what he assumed to be it’s ‘core’. John brushed against it, feeling the disease push back against his magic like magnets repelling against another magnet. He let his magic hover, waiting cautiously before he took his chance. No hesitation, John couldn’t afford to hesitate. His magic speared in, shooting straight for that ‘core’. It was almost unbearable as he speared through it, but something odd happened. As if a haze was lifted, the disease seemed to disappear from Rowan’s hand. Just like that, and John pulled back out with heavy breaths. He out his weight on Halo, panting but okay.

Rowan felt John magic, feeling pain grow in his hand. Then, like a firecracker had gone off inside his hand, Rowan let out a strangled yelp as pain flared. He clung to Alvor, tears forming in his eyes at the intensity of the pain. It usually wasn’t this bad, but today seemed a bit different. In the blink of an eyes, Rowan felt the pain wink away like extinguishing a candle. He sagged against Alvor, tired but… Rowan moved his hand, stretching out his fingers. There wasn’t an ounce of pain. He clenched his hand into a fist in disbelief, but lo and behold, he could move it without pain. Rowan’s face lit up with a smile. He couldn’t believe it, it felt like a dream. His chest felt a little tight, but Rowan hardly cared. He could move his hand again.

Halo gazed at his son for a moment, smiling when Alvor gave him a curious glance. Halo's eyes move to his husband and he gently places his hand on John's shoulder. "Do you need my energy?" He asks softly, his red orbs turning a soft blue as he gazes at his husband in the most loving and gentle expression he had to offer. He felt like he was doing nothing, just sitting and watching.

Alvor pulled Rowan close, unsure about his fathers gaze. He kissed Rowan's forehead sweetly. "I'm right here, dove." he whispers kindly, his eyes sparkling with love and devotion towards his boyfriend. He would stay by Rowan's side through anything. His hand went to gently rub at Rowan's waist to distract him from the pain.

Halo watched, completely mesmerized at how well John had become at healing. It was impressive to say the least. Halo kept a steady eye on Alvor and Rowan, making sure neither would get hurt. Halo's eyes widen when John falls against him but he catches him, running a hand through John's hair. "You did so well my love." He mutters fondly, his hand rubbing through John's hair, an affectionate smile on his lips.

Alvor leaped into action, peppering soothing kisses along Rowan's skin as he rubbed at Rowan's waist. The cry of pain made him tear up a little, not liking to hear his sweet boyfriend in pain. "Shh.. baby you did so well." He mutters, his eyes wide as he gazes at Rowans arm. "Oh my god-" He felt a tear fall down his cheeks as his chest burst with adoration and love towards his boyfriend and gratefulness towards his father. He gently took Rowan's now healed hand and folded it within his own larger one.

John smiled tiredly at his husband. “I think I did it…” He mumbled sleepily, his eyes sinking closed before he had to force himself awake—even then, his eyes were drooping with exhaustion. “That was… really hard…” He mumbled, but there was a huge smile on his face—proud of himself, to say the least.

Rowan beamed, ignoring the slight pain in his chest and he admiring their hands intertwined like it was a pile of gold. “I can’t believe it Alvor, it doesn’t hurt,” Rowan planted a huge kiss on Alvor’s cheek, laughter and joy bubbling out of him. “I’m healed.” Rowan felt slightly lightheaded, but he assumed he was just tired from the healing process. He was overjoyed by his hand, nothing else really mattered—except the male next to him, of course.

Halo smiled, helping him to a chair and kissing his forehead. "You did so well baby." He whispers as he smiles down at John. "So, so well." He mutters, his eyes scanning his face before settling beside him. "Go ahead and rest, I'll keep an eye on the two teenagers." He laughs quietly, tracing John's face gently.

"It doesn't hurt… I'm so happy, love." He whispers breathlessly. The pain that had been bothering his boyfriend for so long was finally gone. He held Rowan gently, kissing his forehead. He glanced over to his dads and smiled at them, mouthing a soft thank you. Halo nods and smiles gently in return.

John smiled and a light laugh came out of him. He didn’t have much energy to protest -not that he wanted to- and soon he had his head rested on Halo’s shoulder and his eyes closed. John was out like a light, snoozing peacefully beside Halo.

Rowan grinned, squeezing Alvor’s hand with his own. “I can’t believe it,” He said softly, ignoring the tightness growing in his chest. “I’m healed. They said it couldn’t be done. I can’t wait to see what my mom thinks,” Rowan smiled happily, but the light headedness wasn’t disappearing yet. I’m probably dehydrated is all. “Do you think you could grab me a glass of water?” Rowan asked softly, smiling to let Alvor know he was okay. For the most part.

Halo smiled a little bit, kissing his forehead as he ran a hand through the others hair. "Rest, my love." He murmured, watching as John fell asleep. He pulled his jacket over John, using it as a makeshift blanket.

Alvor hummed before nodding. "Neither can I. I'm so happy for you love." He holds the other close, his eyes shutting in bliss. He opened his eyes when he heard the others words. He glances at the other in concern about the water before nodding and standing. He walks to where the water was, humming quietly to himself as he does so.

Rowan smiled gratefully, but pain sparked in his chest. “Hey, Alvor…” Rowan shifted in the bed, but the world spun. His vision dotted with black, and before he knew it his arm gave out underneath him and he was tumbling off the side of the bed. Unbeknownst to Rowan, his pulse had become weak and infrequent, slowing even more every second. He was dying.

Alvor looked back when the other called his name, and his eyes widen as he leaps to catch Rowan and making sure he didn't hit his head. "Dad… DAD!" Alvor shrieked, his eyes filled with fear. "Dad it's Rowan!" He set Rowan down on the bed, his eyes wide with fear. There wasn't time. He had to do something.

(Should Alvor have the gift of healing or something?)

(Up to you, he could just have some kind of connection to diseases or some other kind of power that saves Rowan)

John’s eyes shot open and he immediately stood, but found himself weak—he had to grab onto Halo’s shoulder for support for a second. “What? What happened, what’s wrong?” He questioned. This was too much to take in, he didn’t have enough energy to help Rowan, John could hardly stand upright from fatigue.

Rowan tried to get in breath, but it felt like it wasn’t doing anything. “Alvor, Alvor,” He got out, pain swelling in his chest. “Alvor I love you, I love you,” Rowan breathed, his face contorting in pain. He was trying to get out words, he was trying to get out his last words. Because deep down Rowan knew what was going on. He knew he was dying. “I love you Alvor,” Rowan’s eyes drooped, his heartbeat slowing down so much that it was almost nonexistent.

Halo froze, he couldn't do anything. He was a demon. He killed people. Halo helped John, supporting him as best he could.

"Sh… Baby its gonna be okay." His eyes were wide with fear, his breathing shaky as tears clouded his vision- God dammit! Nows not the time! "I love you too baby. You're gonna be fine… You're going to be okay." He tried his hardest to work, to help in some sort of way. He pulled the other close to him, cradling him. "No- no please."

John put his hand on Rowan’s arm, trying so damn hard to put his healing energy into him. But there was hardly even a spark, he was completely spent. John sagged against Halo, trying desperately to find a spark of energy, anything to try to keep his son’s love of his life alive.

“L-love…” Rowan mumbled, pain sparking in his chest and black covering up what little was left of his vision, “…y-you…” Rowan was trying, he was trying so hard to stay awake. To stay with Alvor. But the pain and exhaustion were so much, it would be so easy to close his eyes, just for a little bit… to sink into that glorious light, the wondrous warmth not too far away.

Halo's eyes were wide with fear as he glanced at his husband and his son. He shook and trembled, trying to urge that healing ability back into his blood, but nothing came.

"Shhh… I love you too. Its gonna be okay." Despite his words of comfort, Alvor was crying harshly. His hand rested on Rowans chest, wanting that god awful disease out of his love. No more… No more… He wanted this disease to stop hurting his boyfriend.

“I…… love…… y-y-…” Rowan tried to get out, but couldn’t finish the sentence. His eyes closed. He was so tired. So, so tired. And slowly, Rowan’s heart stopped beating. Rowan could vaguely hear John say something about CPR, but it felt like there was cotton stuffed in his ears. That glorious light was so close, Rowan could almost feel himself drifting towards it…

Alvor rests his forehead against Rowan's, his eyes shutting. He listened. He listened for any sign of breathing. "Come back to me." He whispers. He gasps sharply as he feels warmth flood his body, flowing down to his hands. His hand stuck to Rowan's chest, spreading light through Rowan's body. It caught the disease, circling it, trapping it. Alvor glanced at his two dads in fear. "Dad, dad what's happening?" He cried out.

Confusion covered John’s face, “Alvor?” John looked to Halo, a bit of panic in his own eyes, “Halo, what’s happening, what’s going on with our son?” John’s immediate worry was that the disease was attacking him own son, and panic was rapidly building in his chest.

Rowan felt the light, so close. It would’ve been so easy to reach out and to fall into a peaceful sleep for the rest of his life. But then warmth and love filled his body, and Rowan made a decision. He didn’t want to leave Alvor. Never, in a million years. And so Rowan followed that warmth into his chest, and like a flash of lighting, he was snapped back to reality. Rowan gasped as his eyes shot open, but his vision was quickly clouded by tears as he cried. But… the pain slowly faded from his chest, and he was alive.

Halo shook his head, his eyes wide. "I don't know." He gasped sharply as the light grew brighter, blinding him from what was happening. He clung to John, his eyes shutting.

Alvor gasped and shook, his eyes wide with fear before he sensed a heartbeat. He sensed his beautiful, kind boyfriend coming back. He pulled back when the other shot up, and gasped sharply when he sat up. "Rowan!" He sobbed, grabbing the other close to him, kissing his lips sweetly. "II thought- Oh god I thought you were going to die." He whimpered, his eyes shutting as he held onto Rowan for dear life. "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you." He voice was hoarse, and he was exhausted. But his beloved Rowan was okay. He was alive.