Small Surprises

runforthewild:

azlariel:

Momentarily surprised, not certain how to process the request, he’s frozen still longer than he would like to admit before nodding. Cyrus should be fine, he hoped, small arms around the man’s neck loosely as he holds on as carefully as he can.

I think so?”

The question is hesitant, unsure.

Heidi whined at all the movement going on, but when she opened her eyes, she saw her brother right in front of her clinging onto Cyrus. The baby faun curiously reached her arm out and pat her hand on Azlariel. 

"That’s good." I assured him, smiling a little. "Just a little tighter - I’ve got to have one hand free. I don’t want you to fall." 

When Heidi whined, I looked back down, tickling her plump cheek gently. “It’s alright dear one.”  My smile spread as she reached for Azlariel’s arms where they were wrapped around my neck. 

"Ready?" I asked him, shifting to stand and move to the ladder.




azlariel asked:
"I want to always protect you." [so who ordered the dish of feels with the side of how dare you]

azlariel:

destinys-broken-wings:

azlariel:

destinys-broken-wings:

Looking up from behind the cloth I had pressed to my bloodied eye, I smiled gently. He would guard me…that used to be my job and mine alone. It touched something deep in my heart and I leaned closer to touch my forehead briefly to his in a oddly familiar gesture. My body hurt when it moved, but it was worth it. “Thank you..”

[[ I BELIEVE THAT WOULD BE YOU??? XD ]]

Once they’re inside, he’s careful to close the door behind them as best as possible, having to move slowly in order to get Cyrus seated. Something he hoped would help, looking around the small cabin for something to stem the bleeding he can still smell.

Teeth clenched on a groan, I bent to help as he eased me down on the futon. Blood smeared on the dark blue fabric, but I’d have to worry about it later. Just then all I wanted was to stop hurting - I was fairly certain at least a couple of my ribs were fractured. 

Doing his best to be quick now, he finally locates the case he’d been told about before returning to Cyrus. Whether or not it would actually help, he didn’t know for sure.

Taing short breaths, I held my side tightly, probing gently with my fingers to see it- “Ngh!” I grunted under my breath. Yep, a cracked rib. 

The pain was arresting but it faded, leaving room for the other aches and pains to ease back into place. Grasping a towel from the arm rest with my free hand, I pressed it to the wound above my eye, staunching the flow finally. 

"Is there an-" What was it called? I heard it in one of the hospitals… " ‘ace’ bandage?" I asked, eyeing the box curiously with my good eye as he brought it back to the futon.




azlariel asked:
Not bothering to wait for Cyrus to wake up from his rest after heading into the city, a smaller but still familiar version of his brother slips into the cabin, up the ladder and into the bed next to the former angel.

azlariel:

destinys-broken-wings:

azlariel:

destinys-broken-wings:

destinys-broken-wings:

Exhausted from my work in the city, I was sleeping soundly in the wide plush bed when a warm body crawled in along side me. In my weary, worn state, my subconscious registered only that the form was warm and the spirit familiar. That was enough.

With a deep drowsy exhale, I reached out and wrapped an arm around the being, snuggling sleepily up to it and resting my chin against the top of it’s head. A content sigh and my consciousness was already sinking again into the pleasant void of sleep. 

"Oh! Yeah…yeah! We can do that." Scrambling a little - my arms and legs still wanting sleep - I stumbled out of the bed, tugging my drawstring pants up automatically as I felt them sag a little too low on my hips. It wasn’t okay for ones pants to fall off, I had learned. "Are eggs okay? Or I could make sandwiches?"

His eyes widen, getting up quickly and already waiting by the ladder. “Eggs?”

It had been a while since he’d last had them, already remembering the taste and anticipating getting to have them again.

"Uh, yeah! Sure." I nodded, turning to start down the ladder. "I learned how to fry them without burning them last week." I told him, with a grin. "Do you want them scrambled? Or boiled?"

Baring his teeth, he shakes his head, waiting for Cyrus to be back on the ground before following after. “None of those, please.

My eyes came back up to him, blank with surprise. “No?” Stepping away from the ladder to give him room. “Then how?”




Hunted

runforthewild:

destinys-broken-wings:

"I remember." I nodded, worry creasing my brow as my eyes searched her face, waiting. My hands held hers tightly, squeezing back gently.

She held onto his hands and took a second glance back at the door, worried for her brother. “I…believe they are here.” said Heidi as her voice shook. “The shelter dog, Hank is his name. I saw him, Cyrus, I saw him sniffing about and…and howling.” Tracking her and signaling his masters, that’s what he was doing.

My eyes widened. The people who’d kept her in a cage, who’d tortured her? My grip tightened for a moment before I made a conscious effort to relax my fingers - I couldn’t hurt her. The thought of someone come to recapture her set off a protective instinct I hadn’t felt in…well, for a long time. Even on my mercy trips, it didn’t radiate so strongly through me.

Right now, my only goal was to keep her and Az safe.

Az..

"Heidi, where is Azlariel?" I asked quickly, getting to my feet and pulling her with me as I turned to the kitchen.




brimstoneheart asked:
"Bound to Me" (AU >D)

brimstoneheart:

destinys-broken-wings:

destinys-broken-wings:

Sighing sleepily, Cyrus turned on his side….only to be jolted awake when his arms stopped him. “Hm..?” He looked up at his wrists blearily, blinking as he tried to focus. They were…tied to the headboard? 

His eyes fell closed for a moment as her hands slid down his back, perilously close to that sensitive stretch of skin.  ”My pleasure.” He murmured back, not even intending the obvious double meaning, but completely sincere. He loved taking care of her.  

"We will see about that pleasure." She grinned, sensing the occasion and taking it. She knew he was being honest but it was too good to pass in their particular… position.

She tickled that sensitive patch of skin on his backgently, her arms around his torso. Reaching with one hand she pulled his chin toward her and kissed him, her tongue gently poking at his lips wanting to deepen it.

Slowly she started to rock her hips in his lap.




brimstoneheart asked:
"Bound to Me" (AU >D)

brimstoneheart:

destinys-broken-wings:

destinys-broken-wings:

Sighing sleepily, Cyrus turned on his side….only to be jolted awake when his arms stopped him. “Hm..?” He looked up at his wrists blearily, blinking as he tried to focus. They were…tied to the headboard? 

"I think I’ve already had my ‘payback’." He chuckled softly as she kissed his forehead. "But, here…" 

Slipping his arms around her middle, he pulled her with him and sat up, groaning as the motion shifted his length inside her. “You’ll be more comfortable out of the burned spot, right?” He asked softly, kissing and nuzzling just below her jaw.

"Such chivalry." She chuckled, muffling a moan as he shifted their position. Then leaned toward him lifting herself up and kissed him tenderly.

"Much appericated." She nuzzled his cheek and neck, sliding her hands over his shoulders and arms, sliding back down

His eyes fell closed for a moment as her hands slid down his back, perilously close to that sensitive stretch of skin.  ”My pleasure.” He murmured back, not even intending the obvious double meaning, but completely sincere. He loved taking care of her.  




brimstoneheart asked:
"Bound to Me" (AU >D)

brimstoneheart:

destinys-broken-wings:

destinys-broken-wings:

Sighing sleepily, Cyrus turned on his side….only to be jolted awake when his arms stopped him. “Hm..?” He looked up at his wrists blearily, blinking as he tried to focus. They were…tied to the headboard? 

That nibbling on his sensitive ear did have that certain part of his anatomy twitching inside her, but he just chuckled softly. “Nothing planned..unless you had some more ideas.” He kissed her cheek, finally leaning up on his elbows.

It wasn’t hard to feel the slight twitch of his sex inside of her and the slight shift when he lifted himself on his elbows. 

"You are in amorous mood." she noted with puzzled expression, then shrugged. "That’s fine by me. We can definitely come up with something…" she kissed his nose and forehead. "How about… do you want to try and bound me?" she suggested. "A little bit of a payback?"

"I think I’ve already had my ‘payback’." He chuckled softly as she kissed his forehead. "But, here…" 

Slipping his arms around her middle, he pulled her with him and sat up, groaning as the motion shifted his length inside her. “You’ll be more comfortable out of the burned spot, right?” He asked softly, kissing and nuzzling just below her jaw.




brimstoneheart asked:
"Bound to Me" (AU >D)

brimstoneheart:

destinys-broken-wings:

brimstoneheart:

destinys-broken-wings:

Sighing sleepily, Cyrus turned on his side….only to be jolted awake when his arms stopped him. “Hm..?” He looked up at his wrists blearily, blinking as he tried to focus. They were…tied to the headboard? 

"Because I almost burned you and hurt you." she wrapped her arms around his neck enjoying the soft kisses and his warmth although a small fear started to settle in her heart.

"And you don’t have to be sorry in the slightest." she tickled his neck, just behind his ear. "What you did was great." she hummed amused knowing that giving couple hours of sleep she will be feeling sore later. It will be a good sort of sore ,though. 

"Cyrus…. aren’t you worried? If I didn’t… I just… what if I like torched you along with the bed?" she moved her neck to looks at him seriously, frowning. 

Her tickling sent a shiver along his spine and he smiled against her skin. “You didn’t hurt me.” He sounded almost puzzled. It’d gotten a little warm, but it hadn’t really hurt.

The assurance about his actions was a relief, but he still pressed apologetic kisses at the base of her throat. “I thought…it just seemed kind of violent…when I realized.. I was afraid I’d hurt you.” He admitted.

He was nuzzling her cheek lovingly when she asked him about his worries, making him pause. Thinking about it briefly, he blinked, then shrugged and brushed his nose against her jaw. “You wouldn’t do that.” He had every confidence she wouldn’t hurt him -not that he really feared injury anyway- he trusted her completely.

He was too good for the world. She sighed and snuggled up to him, so much confidence credit…

"I seriously don’t deserve you." she kissed the side of his head. "And yes it was violent but both parties enjoyed it and this sort of violent is very good and very welcomed in bed."  she assured him again then winced. "We need to change the sheets…." 

It wasn’t like she minded just laying with him there… it was just that the bed was a bit….. crispy right now.

"Unless you plan something else that might ignite it." she joked and nibbled at his ear.

That nibbling on his sensitive ear did have that certain part of his anatomy twitching inside her, but he just chuckled softly. “Nothing planned..unless you had some more ideas.” He kissed her cheek, finally leaning up on his elbows.




brimstoneheart asked:
"Bound to Me" (AU >D)

brimstoneheart:

destinys-broken-wings:

brimstoneheart:

destinys-broken-wings:

Sighing sleepily, Cyrus turned on his side….only to be jolted awake when his arms stopped him. “Hm..?” He looked up at his wrists blearily, blinking as he tried to focus. They were…tied to the headboard? 

She finally cracked her way too heavy eyelids at him.

"What?" She was confused as to what he was saying.

He was so heavy and so good on top of her until she realized the temperature.

"Oh damn I am so sorry!" She lifted herself up on her elbow to free his wings from under her. "Are you okay? And why are you apologizing?"

Kissing the side of her neck in apology, he was trying to get enough air to explain, when she suddenly pushed up on his elbows. A soft surprised grunt escaped him but he did pull his wings free - only to let them flop against the bed, spread eagle. They twitched every now and then with the after shocks of climax.

He knew why he was sorry, but why in the world was she apologizing?? “Why?” He exhaled, leaning his weakened body against her, his arms slipping beneath hers and up to frame her head as he kissed along her neck lazily, soothingly - hoping she didn’t mind his weight on her.

"Because I almost burned you and hurt you." she wrapped her arms around his neck enjoying the soft kisses and his warmth although a small fear started to settle in her heart.

"And you don’t have to be sorry in the slightest." she tickled his neck, just behind his ear. "What you did was great." she hummed amused knowing that giving couple hours of sleep she will be feeling sore later. It will be a good sort of sore ,though. 

"Cyrus…. aren’t you worried? If I didn’t… I just… what if I like torched you along with the bed?" she moved her neck to looks at him seriously, frowning. 

Her tickling sent a shiver along his spine and he smiled against her skin. “You didn’t hurt me.” He sounded almost puzzled. It’d gotten a little warm, but it hadn’t really hurt.

The assurance about his actions was a relief, but he still pressed apologetic kisses at the base of her throat. “I thought…it just seemed kind of violent…when I realized.. I was afraid I’d hurt you.” He admitted.

He was nuzzling her cheek lovingly when she asked him about his worries, making him pause. Thinking about it briefly, he blinked, then shrugged and brushed his nose against her jaw. “You wouldn’t do that.” He had every confidence she wouldn’t hurt him -not that he really feared injury anyway- he trusted her completely.




brimstoneheart asked:
"Bound to Me" (AU >D)

brimstoneheart:

destinys-broken-wings:

brimstoneheart:

destinys-broken-wings:

destinys-broken-wings:

Sighing sleepily, Cyrus turned on his side….only to be jolted awake when his arms stopped him. “Hm..?” He looked up at his wrists blearily, blinking as he tried to focus. They were…tied to the headboard? 

 A deep desperate sound broke from him when she gripped him, her fingers smoothing over the sensitive points of his scalp. But it was the deep massaging grasp she had on the space between his wings that brought him roughly to the edge. “E-Elin,..I..-Nn-Aah!

It was like the threat of multiple orgasms hitting all at once. Her lips sucking on his sensitive ear was just icing on the cake, but he was already lost. His mind went blank,overwhelmed by the rush of sensation that blazed him. The next thing he knew, he was on top of her, having lunged forward, pinning Elin to the bed beneath him. His wings were caught between her and the mattress as he pounded into her wildly. Mouth open against her shoulder, he groaned a deep guttural sound, his arms holding her tightly to him as his hips moved in a quick hard pace, his strokes deep and rough.  Again and again he moved until finally, with one last strong thrust, he lost himself in her.

A purely instinctive, bone shaking groan came from him and he stiffened against her for a long moment as his release spilled into her. 

The sudden change made her heart skip a beat. It was so abrupt it took her couple seconds to register what was going on and when she caught up her spine arched, her legs wrapped around his waist and mouth open in silent scream.

The change in angle and rhythm brought her to her own high seconds after him, biting her lips, with desperate moan. It was stronger than ever, her skin ablaze, her mind completely out of commission.

She had a problem evening her breathing and it took her a moment to realise her eyes were closed and that she must have drawn deep red lines over his back with the way she clutched to him.

And the fact that the sheet under her was crispy. Literally.

Cyrus collapsed on top of her, despite the almost painful heat of her skin. When brain function finally returned, he found himself limp on top of her, his body pressing hers into the mattress…the singed mattress. His wings still pinned beneath them, felt like they were held too close to the fire, making him whimper weakly as he panted. 

Only when he registered the heavy sounds of their own breathing, the stinging of his back, did it strike him, what in the world had he just done?! “I-I’m….I’m sorry….” He panted heavily against her chest, not having the strength to move just yet. He didn’t even really mean it, he was ashamed to realize. It had felt so good, so blissful, and feeling her reaction…but he was afraid he might have hurt her. That definitely hadn’t been ‘letting her have control.’

She finally cracked her way too heavy eyelids at him.

"What?" She was confused as to what he was saying.

He was so heavy and so good on top of her until she realized the temperature.

"Oh damn I am so sorry!" She lifted herself up on her elbow to free his wings from under her. "Are you okay? And why are you apologizing?"

Kissing the side of her neck in apology, he was trying to get enough air to explain, when she suddenly pushed up on his elbows. A soft surprised grunt escaped him but he did pull his wings free - only to let them flop against the bed, spread eagle. They twitched every now and then with the after shocks of climax.

He knew why he was sorry, but why in the world was she apologizing?? “Why?” He exhaled, leaning his weakened body against her, his arms slipping beneath hers and up to frame her head as he kissed along her neck lazily, soothingly - hoping she didn’t mind his weight on her.




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