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:

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. 

Nodding, I scooted a little closer, absently reaching out to touch his skin. So different and yet so familiar. “Did it hurt to change? How…how old is this form?” it was difficult to tell after being so familiar with his matured form.

Again he shakes his head, this time moving a bit closer out of some need for the familiar right now. “I don’t know if it did.” He’d just woken up smaller, as much of a shock as that had been. The second question is met with a confused hum, looking himself over before lifting his shoulders in a slight shrug. “Close to being an adult?”

It was a guess, but there was some hint on his skin that the striping was about to show.

Another round of nodding as I looked him over. Almost adult, that sounded about right. “Is there…anything I can do?" I wanted to hug him, but I wasn’t sure if that would be okay. 




Hunted

runforthewild:

destinys-broken-wings:

I was snoozing in bed, recuperating from my latest mercy trip into the city, when Heidi’s fear scraped across my consciousnesses like amplified nails on a chalk board.  My eyes shot open and I was blind for a moment as I snapped up, stumbling out of the bed. Heart pounding, I heard her tumble into the cabin before my blurry eyes could focus on her. 

"What’s wrong?" I asked, my tone urgent but controlled as her fear washed over me. Making my way down the ladder, I almost lost the pajama pants that were slung low over my hips as I went.  I reached for her when I hit the ground floor, kneeling as I blinked, willing my vision to clear. "Heidi, what’s wrong??" 

Heidi took hold of Cyrus’s hand, squeezing gently as she caught her breath. She glanced back to the door still cracked up and swaying from the light breeze outside. A calmness amidst the storm. “I…” Oh, how was she to explain? “Have you remembered the tale about where I came from…?” Heidi asked, ears quirking and eyes desperate.

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




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:

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 ]]

Another cough ripped through me but I nodded faintly. It was difficult to see through the haze of blood that dripped from my brow into my eyes, but my tight hold on Az’s shoulders helped. I trusted him not to lead me wrong, he never had before. 

The going was slow, but soon enough I felt the buzz of stranger’s emotions fade with the growing distance and the scent of the lake and trees grew stronger. Yet again, I let go of my ribs to wipe the blood away from my eyes, grunting with the sharp jab of pain when I inhaled. “That way..?” Pointing briefly before I wrapped my arm securely around my ribs again.

If there was a way to make this easier on Cyrus, he would have taken it, knowing that simply getting the other back to the cabin and to a place he could lie down was a good start. To that effect he keeps walking, worry having that quiet hiss be almost constant now.

Yes, that way.” Already he’s turning, changing the direction they were heading in to reflect where Cyrus was pointing.

Stumbling along side of Az, heading through the woods to the cabin, slowly but surely, I tasted blood. I turned my head away to spit and felt my busted lip split wider.  This was definitely one of my least favored aspects of mortality. Lingering physical pain. Slow healing. Exhaustion.

My fingers were shaking but I held on to Az as well as I could without hurting him, even as one of my knees nearly gave out. The back of the cabin was in sight now, and I held my breath and clutched my ribs, trying to straighten a little to get up the short set of steps.




Small Surprises

runforthewild:

azlariel:

Regaining his balance, he holds onto Cyrus’s hand that much tighter, attention flickering toward the stairs before shaking his head, moving a little closer. “I don’t think so… ?

Risking it right now might not be helpful, either,

Heidi looked up at Cyrus and then down at her brother. What were they doing? She wasn’t aware of what they were talking about, unable to understand anything just yet. But what she was aware of was that food was most likely on the way.

"Okay…"  I nodded, glancing down at him, then around briefly as I thought. How to get both of them down the ladder without endangering either…  

Kneeling down next to Az’ small form, I cradled Heidi carefully against my chest. “Here,” Guiding Az to step behind me, I lowered a little more, somewhat awkwardly. “Put your arms around my neck. You think you can hold on alright?”




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azlariel:

[For destinys-broken-wings ]

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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. 

I can feel the unhappy emotions rolling off of him and I shifted absently, sitting cross legged now as I stared at him. “I suppose…” I blinked, confused, then voicing the question stumping me. “How did it happen?”

Trilling to himself, he does his best to settle, refocusing on Cyrus after that. “I’m not sure. I woke up like this.” And finding his way here, with his altered center of gravity, hadn’t been all that fun.

"Does it…hurt?" I asked blankly, not really sure what to make of this situation. Just woke up that way?? There had to be some reason… didn’t there?

He shakes his head, still sulky. “Not on it’s own.” At least, not yet, though he wasn’t looking forward to what might happen if or when he changed back.

Nodding, I scooted a little closer, absently reaching out to touch his skin. So different and yet so familiar. “<em>Did it hurt to change? How…how old is this form?</em>” it was difficult to tell after being so familiar with his matured form.




Hunted

runforthewild:

azlariel:

Almost pulling Heidi along, he’s moving quickly, hearing the sound of movement behind the two of them and the howling starting up again, this time sounding different, more scents joining the first.

Staying behind to figure out just what was going on wasn’t an option, wanting to make sure Heidi was safe more than giving in to that wonder.

Dashing and leaping over branches and shrubs Heidi went as she fled back to the cabin for Cyrus. There was an ache inside of her, a worry for leaving Azlariel alone. The faun tried to block all the bad thoughts out of her mind, but she knew no amount of blockage could stop the fact that it was them. She knew who the dog was and who it belonged to. The fact that the bloodhound picked up her scent and followed her here after all this time made Heidi feel like this was all her fault.

Heidi’s foot caught against the edge of the cabin porch and tripped against the door, but caught herself at the door handle. She turned the knob and let herself go tumbling in, huffing and gasping for some air. “Cy-…” she panted. “Cyrus!”

I was snoozing in bed, recuperating from my latest mercy trip into the city, when Heidi’s fear scraped across my consciousnesses like amplified nails on a chalk board.  My eyes shot open and I was blind for a moment as I snapped up, stumbling out of the bed. Heart pounding, I heard her tumble into the cabin before my blurry eyes could focus on her. 

"What’s wrong?" I asked, my tone urgent but controlled as her fear washed over me. Making my way down the ladder, I almost lost the pajama pants that were slung low over my hips as I went.  I reached for her when I hit the ground floor, kneeling as I blinked, willing my vision to clear. "Heidi, what’s wrong??" 




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:

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. 

I can feel the unhappy emotions rolling off of him and I shifted absently, sitting cross legged now as I stared at him. “I suppose…” I blinked, confused, then voicing the question stumping me. “How did it happen?”

Trilling to himself, he does his best to settle, refocusing on Cyrus after that. “I’m not sure. I woke up like this.” And finding his way here, with his altered center of gravity, hadn’t been all that fun.

"Does it…hurt?" I asked blankly, not really sure what to make of this situation. Just woke up that way?? There had to be some reason… didn’t there?




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:

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 ]]

"Yes…" I exhaled, slipping back into English for a moment. My sense of direction was failing me and it was hard to see with one of my eyes beginning to swell and blood dripping down into the other. "How far to the cabin?”

Not too far.” Even with Cyrus’s slip back into English, this was easier for him, worry spiking and deliberately looking away. Even if he can still smell the blood it was easier not being able to see it.

Brushing my fingers over one eye, wiping away the blood so I could see, I squinted at the line of trees on the other side of the street. “Oh, good…" I exhaled, biting off a cough that made my ribs burn.

My whole body seemed to throb, aching in time with my heart beat. ” I think I left the back door unlocked..” Holding my chest as if I was holding my ribs together as we stepped into the grass.

We’ll use that.” It’s not a question, wanting them to get inside the cabin as soon as possible. Already he’s scenting the air, checking for the familiar scent of home and turning toward it.

Still hissing quietly, giving voice to his own worry in a way that (for him) is more familiar, he lets his attention turn from where they’re heard and back to his brother.

Another cough ripped through me but I nodded faintly. It was difficult to see through the haze of blood that dripped from my brow into my eyes, but my tight hold on Az’s shoulders helped. I trusted him not to lead me wrong, he never had before. 

The going was slow, but soon enough I felt the buzz of stranger’s emotions fade with the growing distance and the scent of the lake and trees grew stronger. Yet again, I let go of my ribs to wipe the blood away from my eyes, grunting with the sharp jab of pain when I inhaled. “That way..?” Pointing briefly before I wrapped my arm securely around my ribs again.




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