Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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Zachary had heard him calling to watch out but his ex had been too quick on slashing his side that he didn't have a chance to move out of the way even if he had wanted to. He was relieved when the security guard had showed up and teleported them back into the hospital. He had handed the radio and gun over to the security guard before clenching his side with his hand, trying his hardest to stop the bleeding. Of course it would take a whole lot more than that if he planned on getting it to stop. Desmond had yelled at him, most likely from noticing the wound on his side refusing to heal up, Zachary was about to give Desmond a fake smile to try and ease him but his crush had moved away from the wall and had fallen onto the ground. The phantom pain could be felt through his leg, well aware that he was feeling the pain Desmond was feeling right this moment. "I..." It was hard to talk when the blood continued to seep from his shirt. "I refuse to let you get hurt ever again...." Zachary was struggling with saying his words, the pain in his side was proving to be too much for him to handle.
"Your.... your banned from getting hurt." He breathed heavier, it was too difficult for him to slip his hands out from his white coat and dress shirt so that he could turn the shirt into a bandage to stop the bleeding. The security guard had radioed in for somebody to bring the medical staff to Zachary's aid immediately. Somebody helped him forward so that they could remove the white coat and later the white shirt, holding him up as they attempted to bandage it. "Stitches...." Zachary muttered before he passed out from the blood loss. The medical staff would help Zachary get into the bed, before rolling him into the emergency room. They headed the comment about him needing stitches but first they would have to clean the wound. During Zachary's stay in the emergency room, other medical staff attempted to attend to Desmond's injuries. It was their job to attend to the injured and Desmond was by far injured as well. After a hour, they finally rolled Zachary after of the emergency room.
He would be placed in the next available room, with the restriction on Desmond being allowed in the room if he planned or had treatment done on his injuries first. Zachary had an iv in the back of his hand, the pain killers had set in so that he wouldn't feel the pain in his side anymore. Until the wound healed normally, since the object had been cursed it would take a few weeks for it to close properly. Zachary slowly opened his eyes. Worry over Desmond's condition setting in. Is he still in the hospital? Where is he? He couldn't help but freak out until he found Desmond in the room with him.
Panic increased as Desmond witnessed the blood that formed onto the stark white of shirt. The splotch was bright, vivid against Zachary's clothing, making the nephilim's heart skip a beat in terror at the sighting. There was the phantom sensation of pain evident in the ginger's side that made him immensely concerned about his crush who continued leaning against the wall. Palpitations were growing frequent as time agonizing progressed, each passing second another moment that Desmond despised the situation. This unexpected consequence for his decision to protect Zachary was making the scout's stomach churn. There was never a thought taken to the possibility of his crush getting injured during the interaction; furthermore, he never expected Zachary's presence remotely. When Zachary had difficulties speaking, the concerns over the attractive doctor intensified, Desmond slowly inching closer to his crush.
Listening to the words that Zachary spoke created a wateriness in the nephilim's eyes. There was a reason he fell in love with Zachary, it is the man's sensitive and caring nature that oftentimes sent his heart soaring. The sweetness captured within the words were understandable, but the ginger found himself upset with Zachary being injured. As his crush spoke, Desmond stared at this precious man who insisted against him being safe. A warm tear streaked down the nephilim's right cheek as his concern continued elevating.
"B-but... Zac... I don't want you to be hurt. You weren't supposed to get hurt this badly," Desmond mumbled, congestion claiming his words.
The heavier breathing brought Desmond's worries to the extreme as he neared Zachary. There was a hum from the as the security guard exchanged words, mentioning his crush's critical condition. During the wait, the ginger hovered near his crush, glancing over him and mentally fretting over the wounds that Zachary had obtained. He wanted to do something but instead fell useless from his lack of medical knowledge. When the medical staff arrived to assist his crush, Desmond watched the proceedings, his heart continuously palpitating with concerns over his beloved Zachary. Once the man was wheeled away, the ginger was left alone in the hallway, wishing his deep injury was not as severe. Slowly, he followed, even sitting outside the emergency room as they assisted Zachary and refusing medical assistance, opting to remain as close as possible to his crush. An excruciating hour passed, Desmond's wound mostly drying up and ugly with filth from his lack of care; he wanted to see Zachary now.
When the door opened, the nephilim's heart fluttered as he watched then wheel Zachary out of the emergency. A warmth entered his heart, Desmond feeling somewhat better witnessing his crush being in a better condition. The movement to follow was slow from the injury that remained on the nephilim's ankle, but gradually he arrived. The first approach progressed horribly, the guards refusing his entry under the protocol of him being forbidden to enter unless treated. The concept made Desmond flinch as thoughts of stranger tending to his wound bothered him; he always hated being touched by unfamiliar people. For a moment, the ginger retreated from the door, waiting for an opportunity. Minutes passed slowly until the guard got distracted, being forced to leave the vicinity of the door. Hastily, the scout rose to his feet, moving quickly despite the pain and quietly slipping through the threshold. There was a haunting calmness in the room from his crush remaining unconscious, his body stationed on a bed while he recovered from surgery.
Silently, Desmond settled himself onto one of the provided chairs. With an extensive breath, he brought his wounded ankle up, slowly attempting to pull the fabric from the dried blood. There was a subtle pain while accomplishing the task, Desmond flirting as he continued to move his pant leg away. The reveal almost made the scout gag at the horrible physical condition of his ankle. There were several deep puncture wounds, the skin around them being ripped from when he attempted to kick the terror away. Dried blood coated the ugly sighting, intermingling with dirt and giving a repulsive scent. The nephilim's eyes fixated as he flinched, the staring making him unbeknownst to Zachary's waking.
Zachary had noticed Desmond sitting in a chair with his leg crossed over the other one. He could feel pain through out his body, some of it was his own body trying to heal itself, though the pain killers were working in making him notice much of it if at all, though there was a faint phantom pain throughout his body that he knew wasn't his own. One section was the ankle, he knew that it must be coming from Desmond because his crush was sitting in the chair just looking at his injured foot. "Desmond..." The effort to speak had proven to be difficult, but he was determined to get some words out to his crush. "I'm sorry that you didn't get medical treatment yet..." He knew that Desmond wasn't a fan of being touched but he would need to get touched so that he could get treated if he didn't want to be in pain anymore.
Zachary for one, wanted Desmond to no longer be in pain. He blinked, struggling to stay awake because the darn medical was making him drowsy. He wanted nothing more than to heal Desmond himself but he was too far away for him to reach out and touch him, so it left for plan b, a great hope that Desmond would move closer and allow him to be healed through permission. "Are you okay?" He asked, figuring the first step would be to try and figure out the different injuries Desmond had on him. Though he could feel the phantom pain, he was having trouble pinpointing all the different injuries because the pain killers was messing around with his senses. I wonder if the hospital is still on lock down.... If he had to guess, it likely would be yes just because TRS was still likely having to kill off all of those Terrors and possibly AP members too, assuming arrest was out of the question.
The pain in Desmond's ankle was intense, the nephilim flinching as he gazed at the horrible condition. There bound to infection festering inside the filthy injury, the dirt alongside the situation that resulted in the nasty bite making it obvious. Nervousness touched the ginger's usually nonchalant expression as he stared at the wound he obtained; somebody needed to mend it. An injury of this intensity could not be left unattended, which meant touching was becoming a necessity. The concept sparked anxiety in Desmond, his hesitations towards being touched by another individual always making him wary when receiving medical assistance. The scout's green eyes lingered on the wound until he heard his name. Immediately, his eyes flitted towards Zachary, finally managing to notice that his crush was awake. Relief crossed Desmond's face despite the condition of his ankle; Zachary was alright!
The mentioning of treatment made Desmond flinch as he glanced away with a guilty expression. He refused medical treatment, his immense concerns over Zachary and nervousness towards touch making him unable to realize the direness. There was a moment of silence, the nephilim attempting to round up the words to explain how he refused treatment numerous times.
"I... um... I refused treatment," he stated quietly. "I just... I can't... I..."
Explaining to a doctor about why he refused medical treatment was incredibly difficult, especially since Zachary would be aware of the repercussions that arrived with a denial of treatment. Instead of attempting to complete his explanation, the ginger went silent, merely glancing at his maimed ankle. There were no valid excuses for refusing healing when it was blatantly obvious his injury required it immensely. Guilt lingered in the nephilim's countenance as he continued his silence for a few more moments. There were numerous reasons to feel bad, one being that his refusal was definitely worrying towards several individuals who depended and cared about him; he wished he was not so apprehensive about touch. When Zachary inquired him about his condition, Desmond grimaced before slowly glancing towards his crush, his gaze flitting away again.
"... It hurts... but I'm okay," he lied. "Don't worry about it..."
The silence returned, Desmond carefully grabbing his pant leg and pulling it down, hiding the horrible bite marks on his ankle. Concerning Zachary about the wounds he obtained was definitely out of the question considering the attractive doctor possessed numerous horrible ones during the brawl outside. A majority of Desmond's, excluding his ankle and deep wound from his wing that transferred to his back, most of the injuries were limited to cuts, scrapes and bruises. The ankle remained the designated location of concern, the horrible gnawing it received creating an intense pain.
Zachary gave Desmond a small smile, feeling the phantom pain throughout his body, but none as intense as his ankle. He watched Desmond look away, listening to his words. Refused treatment.... I need to help you immediately... It took a lot of effort to hold himself together. He wanted nothing more than for Desmond to be painless and well affection, that was another thing but for now, treating Desmond was on the top of his wanted list. How am I going to get closer to him, as it stands right now. I can't reach him if I try moving.... if anything I run the risk of slipping off of the bed and reopening my stitches... He asked if Desmond was okay, his crush said that it hurts but he was okay, going as far as to tell him not to worry about it. Sort of hard when I can feel it... It was hard enough trying to get a good view of it, but Desmond had grabbed his pant leg, hiding the injury on his ankle. I see.
The only way that I can heal you is moving closer. He thought to himself, forcing the palm of his hands against the bed, he pulled himself up so that he would be sitting instead of laying against the mattress. Pain shot through his side, proving to be a deadly injury if not careful. Going slowly made the process much easier to bare, but it was still painful to his side. Just a little bit more.... He thought to himself, slowly pulling his legs towards the edge of the bed so that he would be able to stand up. He reached out to grab the pole with his iv hanging from it, preparing to use it to try and keep his balance once he accomplished standing up. I could give many reasons for why I'm moving.... however the truth is my desire to help you.
The sensation of pain kept rippling through Desmond's body, concentrating specifically around his wounded ankle. There was a frightening intensity to the pain, the nephilim praying for it to cease shortly. Unfortunately, the injury continued the pulsating pain, a peculiar heat touching his ankle from the refusal of treatment. Thoughts about possible negative outcomes were avoided, the ginger's fears of people invading his personal space conquering the requirement for treatment. When Zachary smile, Desmond responded with a fragile one as he attempted to keep his crush from worrying over his well-being. After witnessing the attractive angel get injured, Desmond desired to quiet any further concerns so he could focus on becoming better. This amazing doctor had protected him, displaying an intense care that surprised the nephilim immensely; he deserved an improvement from being temporarily confined to a bed.
In Desmond's opinion, Zachary was a hero for displaying the willingness to assist him when he required it most. While the ginger's green eyes remained locked onto the bed, he fought back tears. While his crush was safe, thoughts continued orbiting around his mind about how it was his responsibility to defend the citizens of Lorsette; even by merely distracting terrors from the defenceless. There was a pause as Desmond glanced towards Zachary, eyes flitting away in guilt.
"... I'm sorry I couldn't protect you... I am supposed to, and yet... you got hurt," Desmond murmured quietly.
A silence fell momentarily, the nephilim's eyes staring towards the ground. The effort had been placed teleporting the terror out to protect those within the hospital, but he failed to defend the most significant person in his life. When a sudden jolt of phantom pain entered Desmond's side, he suddenly straightened in surprise, his green eyes noticing Zachary. The situation was observed, the nephilim's eyes widening in concern as he watched his crush attempt to get up from the bed.
"ZAC, NO!" He shouted, immediately rising.
There was a sharp pain that shot through Desmond's ankle, the sudden pain forcing him to steady himself on the nearby table. A brief amount of time was taken to breathe until he took a few slow steps closer. The nephilim reached shakily towards the angel, planning to gently place pressure on his chest.
"Y-you need to rest," Desmond stated quietly.
Concern was evident in the ginger's expression as his eyes fixated on his precious crush. The sudden pain brought an intense worry, Desmond no longer desiring to witness his crush in pain. The attractive angel required his rest, deserving it for the kindness of protecting him.
Zachary shook his head slightly, "No... don't be sorry." He countered, wanting nothing more than for Desmond to be safe as well. He had after all come outside just to bring him back inside when he had reason to believe Desmond to be in danger, thankfully he got there in the nick of time. It took a lot of effort trying to sit up in the bed, feeling the pain in his side in the process. It hadn't come as a surprise when Desmond had shouted at him, standing from his chair. Phantom pain shot through his ankle, giving him the answer needed to decide the medical treatment that Desmond needed. He remained sitting on the bed, breathing in and out, waiting for the pain in his side to go away, having already planned to stand but before he got his chance, he felt pressure against his chest.
"So do you...." He counters, pausing, "I can feel your pain.... please.... won't you let me heal you?" He wanting nothing more than for Desmond to no longer be in pain. He remained sitting, refusing to lay back down because it would mean defeat on helping Desmond feel better. "I'll lay back down... but... won't you join me?" He pleaded, "I thought I was going to lose you earlier. Don't leave me... please..." Another pause, "Please... let me heal you." The last thing he wanted was to make Desmond uncomfortable, however healing his ankle was his main reason, any injury would be healed if given permission by his crush.
Rapidly beating within his ribcage was Desmond's heart as he maintained a close proximity to his wonderful crush. Gently, his hand was splayed on Zachary's chest, feeling a slight warmth and strange comfort of touch mingling with his harboured anxieties. There was a shallowness to his breathing as the nephilim began having a minor panic over the sudden closeness to his precious crush. Blush touched the ginger's cheeks as the angel sweetly stated that apologies were unnecessary. The benevolence this incredible man displayed to him was daily and something that Desmond always appreciated from the doctor. Carefully, Desmond continued applying pressure to Zachary's chest in a desperate attempt to force him back into a laying position, but his crush was refusing. The words stated by the doctor next increased the red, forcing Desmond to glance away guiltily.
The concept of Zachary sensing his pain suggested a notion that Desmond was unprepared to accept; the idea of his soul being bound to another individual. Healing, it was a notion that brought trembling to the nephilim as the haunting thoughts of further touching frightened him. While being healed sound marvellous, there were still intense concerns over the close proximity that arrived with it. When the angel continued, claiming to desire him laying next to him alongside healing, Desmond's heart skipped a beat. The following pleading generated further palpitations as Desmond's face turned shades darker in red at the adorable begging.
"I... I..." He paused, uncertain how to react. "I'm scared... I... I just... I don't know if I can... I know you won't do anything... but... I just... I can't stop being concerned... I'm sorry... I... I guess you can heal me..."
The nephilim remained uncertain of what exactly he could state in response, but the intense pain in his ankle fueled his response. Trusting Zachary was easier than attempting to place trust into a complete stranger, thus Desmond knew he would be best to simply allow his crush to heal him.
Zachary gave Desmond a friendly smile when he agreed to let him heal him. Slowly, he reached up to place his hand on the back of Desmond's hand, gently touching it as to not run the risk of scaring Desmond away from him. Then as promised, he slowly adjusted himself so that he could lay on the bed once more, which meant Desmond's hand would likely be pulled along because he had placed his hand on top of it. While touching Desmond's hand, he already started healing him, focusing on the more severe injuries because he knew that he might not get this chance again. Within a few minutes of healing Desmond's injuries, he started noticing some pain through out his own body. Sometimes this happened when he was healing severe wounds, they would become his as for his patient to no longer feel it. Of course the pain would subside once his patient was healed or he stopped healing, but Desmond was hurting. He couldn't bring himself to stop even though his pain in his ankle seemed to be intense to bare. And I thought the phantom pain was bad.
It was during this healing process, he noticed that he wasn't able to heal Desmond's wings because the bullet that had hit him prior likely had been cursed just as his knife wound had been. That woman was nothing but trouble, hurting Desmond like that and trying to mess with him by doing the same exact thing. Did she want him alive or not? Clearly she wasn't interested in those he cared about being out of harms way. The pain increased as he put more effort into healing Desmond quickly. I sure hope he can't sense this extra pain I'm feeling.... I don't want him to be in pain, ever. He thought to himself, once more trying to bare through healing Desmond. The pain from healing Desmond's injuries had become stronger. Almost done, my wonderful Desmond... He really should have asked for permission with Desmond knowing about this but, he had a feeling there might be refusal and it was much more important to heal Desmond, knowing fully well he would be in sooooooo much trouble once Desmond figured out what he was doing.
All Desmond could do was stare at the unfortunate condition of his precious crush, guilt continuing to rake his insides despite Zachary stating everything was alright. Regardless of his failure in protecting him, the angel pleaded to proceed with healing; the sweetness Zachary displayed could probably cause toothaches! There was a friendly smile drawing the corners of the doctor's lips back, the nephilim's heart fluttering immensely from merely viewing it. Witnessing an expression of joy from his crush always sparked endearment and bashfulness inside the scout; it was why Desmond always kept his pranks lighthearted. Hearing the joyous sounds of his crush enjoying one of his jokes always brought a warmth to the nephilim's heart, his dislike of love and closeness lacking the strength to keep away. When the heat and soft flesh of Zachary's hand touched his, Desmond tensed momentarily.
Suddenly, his heartbeat spiked from the contact, the nephilim struggling to keep long, soothing breaths while the temperature of his face increased immensely. Blush coloured his face, red painting across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose as he bashfully glanced away, stare fixating on the floor tiles. Tolerating Zachary's touch was always difficult, Desmond constantly descending into the pits of nervousness; his crush was too attractive inside and out! How could a sweet angel with an adorable face not result in these intense emotions? However, the beginning was always a strange mystery, his mild wariness of angels being conquered by an indescribable connection between them. Afterwards, the symptoms of love infected the nephilim, his thoughts fixating on his crush; it was addicting. Shortly, the healing began, his ankle feeling the strange sensation of skin gradually mending together from Zachary's magical touch.
There were faint hints of pain, Desmond wincing in the belief of this being a side-effect of the accelerated healing process occurring for his body. As time progressed, there was an increase in the strange pain, the sensation appearing foreign; these pains did not belong to him. The thought resulted in his eyes flitting towards Zachary, concern taking grasp of his countenance instantly.
"Zac... why do I sense pain?" He inquired, worry touching his tone.
When the process did not cease, the nephilim abruptly attempted to yank his hand away; he could deal with his injury, but Zachary feeling pain for his reckless was unacceptable! While the scout appreciated the endless kindness the angel displayed, he could not accept the generous gift of healing at the expense of Zachary bearing the pain. Should his crush possess a tight enough grip, Desmond would be stuck close enough for the healing process to be completed. There was a quick prayer sent, the ginger hoping he escaped the doctor's healing before the pain reached intense heights.
Zachary couldn't help but feel happier when Desmond had agreed to allow him to heal him, trying to focus on healing Desmond had proved to be rather difficult because his feelings were getting in the way. Oh how he wanted to do more than heal his beloved crush, but it was much more important to heal him so that he wouldn't be in anymore pain. With focusing on healing Desmond, he had to close his eyes to speed up the process. After a few minutes the pain had come, he knew it would but he wanted to try and finish before Desmond had taken notice of it. It hadn't come as a surprise when Desmond had asked his question, he tried forcing the healing process to speed up, knowing fully well that Desmond would likely pull away, why wouldn't he? He had just finished teleporting a Terror out of the hospital for them. He could feel Desmond pulling his hand away from him, his eyes opened.
"Please... please let me finish." Zachary, pleaded, looking at Desmond with worry in his eyes. He couldn't bare to see Desmond in pain, grateful the phantom pain existed so that he wouldn't need to play a guessing game to help him. Whether Desmond planned on agreeing or not, he forced his healing process to go faster, making the pain much more intense because it was coming all at once. When it seemed like the more severe wounds had been healed, he slowly released Desmond's hand. It had been a slow process because he didn't want to risk of Desmond possibly losing his balance having prior tried pulling away from him by force. The pain from the healing slowly dimmed down and within a few minutes it was gone. "I'm sorry..." He turned on his side, knowing it was in trouble. He wanted Desmond not to feel pain anymore and yet, he could sense his phantom pain. Is it bad that I didn't want you to be in hurt anymore? Has it become a crime that I care?
Because he was laying on his side instead of his back, his side slowly starting to cause him pain. Laying on his side had become a bad habit, he just couldn't bring himself to lay on his back, finding it be weird and well frankly, lonely. "I just... I care about you so much Desmond." He whispered, unable to bring himself to speak louder. "I don't want anything bad to ever happen to you ever again... Please.... please be more careful." It was a selfish request but Desmond was a scout, so he was always at risk of possibly being injured. "I like having you around, I don't know what I'd do without you." Being on his side continued giving him pain, his hand moved to his side to clutch it. I can't do it.... I can't lay on my back.... I can't... I can't be alone anymore.... His teeth clenched together as the pain in his side increased.
The subtle hints of phantom pain increased Desmond's concern, his green eyes fixating on Zachary. There was boundless benevolence in the deeds the attractive angel accomplished, the scout heart fluttering over the concept of his crush willingly enduring the horrendous pain to banish it. The palpitations continued as Desmond attempted to pull away, fearing the worse for the doctor; what if he was transferring the wounds to himself?! Being apart of the TRS for nearly ten years resulted in familiarity with the various types of healing, including the more self-destructive ones. There was no possible way he could allow Zachary to continue, not with the repercussions he was receiving from mending his wounds magically. After already failing to keep his crush safe from the Assembly, the ginger found himself unable to allow the healing process to continue.
The pleading from Zachary failed to persuade the nephilim as the healing process persisted. An ache entered Desmond's heart, the elevating phantom pains resulting in an ever-increasing state of concern. Even though the immense torment, his beloved angel kept mending his damaged ankle. There was a steady grip on Desmond's hand, trapping him in close enough proximity for Zachary to continue healing. Suddenly, the phantom pain spiked, the scout's eyes widening in dismay as the healing process was hastily completed. Once his hand was released, the nephilim backpedalled away with a worry countenance as his green eyes locked onto his crush; why must he risk his own well-being for him? The endless sweetness this incredible man displayed always left a warmth of appreciation in the nephilim's heart. There were a few moments of silently enduring the phantom pains pulsating through his body, Desmond's eyes fixating on the tiles as he fretted.
He should have known about the pains that arrived with Zachary's healing and forbade the action entirely. Pain was not a sensation that this magnificent angel deserved to come acquainted with considering the numerous wonderful actions he accomplished on the behalf of others. There were several moments where he would take overtime at the hospital or going lengths to heal an individual despite the negative implications he would receive. The thoughts generated a desire within Desmond, a desire to protect his crush at all costs; the gods knew the benevolent man deserved it. The apologizing earned the nephilim's attention as phantom pain sparked into his side. The loving words stated by his crush resulted in Desmond's heart fluttering immensely, his face turning a deep shade of red. Blush painted itself onto the nephilim's cheeks, connecting over the bridge of his nose as Zachary continued. The confession of enjoying his company made the ginger's heart skip a bit as he stared wide-eyed at his crush.
A slight shake touched his composure, displaying his mind anxiety over the notion of Zachary enjoying his company enough to endure this pain. Gradually, the intensity of the phantom pain increased, Desmond's eyes remaining locked on the attractive angel. He could not allow him to lay in the painful position. Nervously, the nephilim inched back towards his crush, gently attempting to push him onto his back.
"But... I don't want to see you in pain either, Zac," he stated with a slight quiver to his words. "Please... lay on your back... I want you to get better..."
The scout stared down at the attractive angel, praying he would obey his commands. A concerned expression was drawn onto his face, a softness entering his eyes while he gazed over Zachary. If only he possessed the nerve to confess his feeling in their entirety to this handsome man.
Zachary was in too much pain to notice the blush on Desmond's face or the fact he was shaking slightly. Feeling pressure against his chest made him aware that Desmond was in front of him again. His plea had been tempting but, having to turn his neck to view Desmond was becoming difficult, no he could see him so much better on his side, however the pain in his side increased from the uncomfortable position he had placed himself in. I'm not used to laying on my back.... I don't want to lay alone... I DON'T WANT TO LAY ALONE ANYMORE. He knew it was a selfish request that is why he refrained from pleading prior but, not having Desmond next to him was too much sorrow. Zachary found himself staring towards the wall behind Desmond, having remained on his side despite the plea to lay on his back instead. He wants me to lay on my back... I need to... He found himself slowly turning to lay on his back just to stop midway.
I don't want to be alone anymore.... His eyes closed, feeling the pain in his side becoming much more tense. "Please don't make me... I... can't see you very well on my back..." He mumbled, finding tears slowly forming in his eyes. He wanted to see Desmond, wanting to be able to touch him. He knew his request was selfish but it was just too much to bare. He wanted to be able to wrap his arms around Desmond, to cry for almost losing him, to cry because his crush had been in so much pain, to cry because he had upset Desmond, or at least he believed he had for finishing the healing when he had been asked to stop for the sake of his own health. He wanted to hold Desmond and not let go, to know it wasn't a dream that Desmond really was still there in front of him. He didn't want to lay alone in his bed ever again.
"Please... lay next to me...." His plea came out as a whisper as tears fell from his eyes. The pain in his side become more tense, his continued clutching it, unsure of how much more pain he could take but, laying on his back alone, it wasn't an option, his heart just wouldn't allow it.
There was worry evident on Desmond's face as he stared down at Zachary, the phantom pains elevating in his side the longer his crush remained in that position. Feeling the attractive angel be in pain was heart breaking, the ginger trying harder to push him onto his back when he refused. Several prays were mentally provided, the nephilim wishing for Zachary to obey and lay onto his back instead of remaining painfully on his side. The vivid phantom pains brought a grimace to the scout's face; he really wanted Zachary to lay down on his back like he was suppose to. Words escaped his crush's mouth, Desmond's eyes widening in surprise at the comment that the doctor made in regards to laying on his back. Red immediately engulfed the nephilim's face when the desire was stated; the desire to be able to see him.
There was an irregularity to the ginger's breathing, his hand shaking further at the concept of romantic interaction with another individual. The concept of Zachary possessing a crush on him was overpowering, Desmond's heart palpitating rapidly over the notion. How could somebody this incredible man harbour feelings for him? There was a war between the various feelings inside of the nephilim, reminders of his horrible break-up with Leon entering his mind; he did not desire a similar occurrence. A voice echoed in the back of Desmond's mind, reminding him how different Zachary was compared to his interpretation of angels; he felt torn. The scout's green eyes glanced down towards Zachary, noticing the shimmer of liquid in the man's eyes, the mere witnessing of tears in the doctor's eyes made Demond's heartache intense.
"I... I... I," he stumbled, uncertain how to respond.
When the pleading continued, the heat and red increased on Demond's face, his body still shaking from nervouseness. There was a silence as the scout stared down at his crush; he wanted to help. Pain continued pulsating through his side, intense as it continued building the longer Zachary remained on his side. There were a few more shaky breaths, the nephilim forcing his breath into extensive, soothing one. More effort was placed into pushing his crush onto his back, the ginger attempting to build courage.
"... I... I... I will... if you lay on your b-back," Desmond responded nervously.
Despite his intense fear of intimacy, Desmond would not allow it to maintain its harsh grip if Zachary was in danger; he loved this amazing angel beyond words and would do anything for him to be safe and happy.
Zachary couldn't bring himself to move, he wanted to see Desmond more. The pain, he thought he could endure it but it was proving to become too much for him to handle. Tears had started forming from his face as he confessed how he didn't want to be alone and how he wanted Desmond to lay next to him. He knew that Desmond was going to struggle from his plea, but he couldn't bring himself to move onto his back even though he would feel less pain because of it. I am just so selfish..... If I lay on my back he won't have to struggle anymore.... but... I want to be able to see him.
To his surprise, Desmond agreed to laying next to him if he were to lay on his back. The words took their time to sink in, so he had yet to adjust himself so that he would lay on his back instead, more tears fall from his eyes as he slowly allowed Desmond to push him until he was laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. The pain slowly subsided until it was barely noticeable. "Thank you Desmond." He whispered, feeling great comfort in his crush agreeing to lay next to him. He would slowly reach a hand up to his face, smearing the water from under his eye lids.
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