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.




Small Surprises

runforthewild:

azlariel:

destinys-broken-wings:

I exhaled a faint sound of relief to know Az wasn’t hurt, at least not physically. I was trying to think what the next logical move should be when I felt Heidi begin to nuzzle at my chest, hearing the grumble of her small stomach. It seemed the decision was made for me. 

"I’m sorry, dear one. I do not have anything for you there." I told her gently, a soothing warmth in my tone that fell easily back into place even after so much disuse. "Here, Az." I tugged gently on his hand, urging him toward the edge of the bed as I turned to slip my feet to the floor. "Heidi is hungry. Are you hungry?" I asked, watching him attentively as I stood, still holding his hand.

Stumbling and working to regain his balance when he’s made to stand, he holds onto Cyrus’s hand tightly. “I… yes?" It seemed being changed like this made the need for food that much stronger.

Or just easier to acknowledge.

Heidi peeked her tired eyes open at Cyrus. His soft voice was comforting to her growing ears, keeping her calm and content and no reason to fuss. Her tummy growling was making her uncomfortable yes, but the faun was getting the sense that food was near.

"Sorry." I apologized, seeing him struggle. Waiting patiently and still keeping the grasp of his hand, I nodded towards the stairs. "Think you can manage them? Or I can carry you." I offered, rocking Heidi’s small body gently as the rumble of her tummy reached my ears.




A Fish Tale

azlariel:

runforthewild:

destinys-broken-wings:

The name didn’t ring a bell, but I did remember the hole in the ceiling. She had healed him?? My smile spread. “It is a wonderful talent.” I commented softly, drifting closer to her in the water, offering comfort without a second thought.

Heidi’s ears gently wiggled as the flow of the water brushed past them. She smiled and it made her realize that perhaps she wasn’t just born a mistake, but rather to have some importance in the world. “Yes, yes it is.”

Looking between the two of them, teeth still bared in an attempt at a smile, he moves closer in turn before looking out toward the open area of the lake. “Would you like to try further away from here?” is the quiet offer then, waiting for an answer.

When Azlariel spoke, I turned slightly to see him, and smiled. “I would, but” Glancing back at Heidi. She seemed pleased with her new ability, but I would stick close to her. If she wanted to swim further, so would I. “What do you think?”




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:

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. 

Baring his teeth briefly, hearing that annoyance in Cyrus’s voice, he has to work to keep from flinching away. “Yes?”

It isn’t long before he settles, however, allowing the touch and letting out another quiet trill. “I’m not sure.”

I stared blankly for a moment, letting just finger drop away from him. “
Your marks are different….you’re…a child?" I asked curiously, still staring in wonder.

It looks like it, doesn’t it?” He doesn’t sound happy, and if he had been able to pout, he would have been.

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?”




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. 

"Hmhm?" I yawned, blinking at Azlariel sleepily. Did he… was his skin different? Something seemed off and I rubbed my eyes again, trying to wake up, though the pull of sleep was strong.

Letting out a quiet trill of something like annoyance over his current state, he pulls away just enough to be able to see Cyrus’s face that much more clearly. “Wake up?”

Slipping naturally into the foreign tongue. “I’m trying, I’m trying!" I responded, catching the note of annoyance and pushing myself up on an elbow, still rubbing at my face. "I’m sorry- there was a bus crash and a room full of kids- it was just very tiring. I’m awake. I pro-…..Az?" I’d opened my eyes finally to look at him, and my words faded out when I registered what I was seeing. He was… different. A bit smaller, but not much. The most obvious change was his markings, or lack thereof. "What happened?" I blinked, reaching out in wonder to touch his unmarked forehead..

Baring his teeth briefly, hearing that annoyance in Cyrus’s face, he has to work to keep from flinching away. “Yes?”

It isn’t long before he settles, however, allowing the touch and letting out another quiet trill. “I’m not sure.”

I stared blankly for a moment, letting just finger drop away from him. “Your marks are different….you’re…a child?" I asked curiously, still staring in wonder.



destinys-broken-wings asked:
What did you just- [Staring at him with wide eyes.] Are you okay?!

azlariel:

destinys-broken-wings:

azlariel:

Baring his teeth to try and smile, the shift in expression has him wincing, covering his eyes with one hand briefly before slowly getting up to stand. Paying attention to where he was going… likely a very good idea in the future.

He’s still a little wobbly, squinting before rubbing that same hand over his face to try and keep his eyes clear and focused. “Yes… ?”

"Oh." I nodded. That made sense, that he’d be headed somewhere and not just aimlessly wandering into trees - a relief actually. "Alright." I smiled a little crookedly. "May I join you?"

Baring his teeth in a relieved smile, he nods happily, squinting briefly. “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to.”

"Cool." I used the colloquial term with a pleased grin, following after him.




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 ]]

"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.




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