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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Yours Truely,
The Staff
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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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Thick, dark clouds covered the sky as rain poured down hard in fat droplets. Above, thunder rumbled as strikes of lighting lit the earth, the dastardly storm managing to maintain ferocity. The weather conditions were cold and evidently ill-favourable for flying through the skies, however, there were no choices. Through the cold, damp air, Desmond flew, remaining cautiously close to the ground as he navigated Lorsette, risking his own well-being. Those phantom pains were a worrying symptom, although, not for the potential love fever which kept the nephilim's heart beating wildly. The precious doctor he crushed on was in peril, evident by the series of texts which transpired and correlated with those pains. While the ginger proceeded to fly, pushing himself to move faster, he worried about both outcomes. I love you, the final text to be sent to his phone, unexpectant and fluster inducing. There were hues of red across his usually fair skin, the nephilim finding it impossible to calm himself despite the seriousness of the situation.
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Love was a difficult field for the ginger-haired scout, especially after his ex-boyfriend, Leon, shattered his heart by abruptly ending their relationship. There were no doubts about his affection for Zachary, but admittedly, the nephilim persistently worried there would be a repeat of previous events; those endless nights of crying after being manipulated for mere enjoyment. Cynicism towards romantic feelings became natural, Desmond oftentimes finding it difficult to believe him finding somebody who mutually cared about him to be impossible. Alas, the nephilim remained aware of his deep feelings for the angel, even his sister became privy to his crush on him; a misfortune considering the endless teasing both participated in on the daily. Desperately, Desmond's green eyes searched for Zachary, praying he could find him before his ex could finish her abhorrent plans. Breaths were quick and shallow, the scout nervous he would not arrive in time to protect the handsome doctor from the impending attack.
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Initially, they planned on meeting halfway, Desmond's teleportation being a useful tool for escape without the risk of being tracked, however, the ginger had long passed the halfway meet up. Nerves were increasing, the nephilim becoming more concern with every passing second as he continued to fly above. Below, he finally noticed them, the blonde menace holding her trusty gun (the same she shot him with during the horde) and his trapped, beloved angel. There was no hesitation as Desmond began placing a plan into action. The drops around him thickened and froze over as weather manipulation was used to a minimal degree before the ginger dived down, drops following his movements as he increased to a high velocity. In a matter of seconds, Desmond was close to the scene, where he began slowing himself slightly, allowing the ice pellets to proceed forward. While the ice pellets surged forward, the ginger hovered for a moment before carefully landing, unbothered by the few pieces of ice which struck his grey wings. The damage would be minor, Desmond aware there may perhaps be a few insignificant cuts across the back of his wings.
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The remainder of the ice pellets would attempt to collide with Zachary's ex, a mere distraction to potentially avoid the trigger being squeezed. Quickly, Desmond turned towards the dark-haired doctor, taking notes of any injuries while he reached for his wrist, wings outstretched protectively around them. There was no hesitation as the nephilim reached to grab Zachary's wrist, the direness of the situation motivating him to place his own flustered emotions aside to save the attractive angel. The instant contact was created between them, white light would engulf their forms as Desmond teleported the doctor to the hospital before his ex could accomplish doing more damage. Despite the intensity of the entire exchange, the ginger found himself worrying about the impending conversation relates to the final text message left on his phone. It was obvious both shared mutual feelings of deeply harboured affection, however, past scars created hesitance for the scout.
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There was something special about Zachary, the doctor proving to be an incredible person without discrimination towards nephilims; somebody who defied his beliefs manifested by his mother's abandonment of him and his sister. Moments spent with the stunning angel were incredible, and Desmond feared the worse. He feared the possibility of them dating, breaking up and no longer being friends; for a repeat of those events with Leon. While the ginger's heart had mostly mended, it never forgot the torment it underwent when he abruptly broke up with him. The cynicism towards love felt well-founded and reasonable, yet, there was something linking him to Zachary, informing him otherwise every time he fretted.
Zachary had seen his ex just after finishing his text message to Desmond. He honestly thought he was going to die and to not share his feelings with Desmond seemed to cruel, so he had taken a chance to write the message despite knowing it might push Desmond away from him. But then again that might be a good thing because instead of putting himself in danger, at least Desmond would be safe from harm. He prepared for the end to come, watching his ex aiming her gun straight at him as he held his arm to try and slow down the bleeding. He had already been shot twice in the left arm, the first being grazed but the second being a clear shot, he couldn't afford to lose anymore blood. "Any last words Zachary? It is a shame I have to kill you now, but being the good doctor you and and the fact you are my ex, I can't bare to see you happy with anybody else." She commented, only to hear dead silence. Despite the position he was in, he didn't have any words to share with her. Hurt had crossed his mind, mostly because he had failed to see how crazy she was prior to sleeping with her.
"Good bye Zachary." She answered, preparing to pull the trigger. Ice pallets had started falling from the sky, having caught his ex off guard she had failed to pull the trigger when given the chance. He had noticed him, feeling rather surprised and scared for Desmond's safety. "WHY YOU!" His ex snapped, trying to aim her gun with the damn ice pallets still crashing down upon her. Zachary felt Desmond reach out for his left wrist, having his right hand pressed against his left arm's wound. "You came for me." He whispered, just before they were teleported away. The hospital became in view and he held mixed feelings on being relieved and upset. On the one hand, Desmond saved him, that wasn't to say he planned on sticking around to see how well he was doing even if it was only an arm wound. Despite having other patients to attend to, the nurses didn't waste any time leading him to a room when they had taken notice of him. He could argue that he was fine but it would take too much effort, besides once he was released they could go home and he'd be able to see the kids, unless they were here then he'd get to see them here.
He released his arm so that the nurse could look at his bloody arm. Despite having been grazed there was a large amount of blood staining his white shirt. He was required to remove his shirt, but it proved too difficult so the nurse did it for him so that they could look at his arm. "Your wounds aren't healing, the one can be bandaged but this second one here needs stitches. I'll send for a doctor." The nurse answered, leaving the room to go get one. He was tempted to do the stitching himself but since Desmond had sooooo kindly chose to remain in the room, he decided against it. It was uncomfortable for him to be standing in the room without a shirt on. Of course with Desmond in the room, they couldn't allow silence to continue between them, could they? With a small breath, he slowly turned around to face Desmond, believing he was just as uncomfortable since he appeared to get flustered easily, or at least he believed Desmond did. "Thank you for saving me." He answered, figuring now would be the best time for conversation since the doctor hadn't come in to give him stitches just yet.
Rescuing Zachary from the maniacal clutches of his ex was a top priority for Desmond. While his saving attempt proceeded successfully and without injury, the nephilim knew the woman would potentially try again to murder the magnificent angel. As they teleported, the ginger scout maintained a tight grip around Zachary’s wrist, heart aching with worry upon noticing the abhorrent and bloody injuries. Unfortunately, the dark-haired man’s hand tightly covered the horrendous injuries, obscuring Desmond’s view of the horrible gunshot wounds. There was a rapid beating to the ginger’s heart as his fretting increased. His longtime crush did not deserve these injuries, the wounds being evidently painful from the phantom pains in his arm. After they teleported to the hospital, a mild calm filled Desmond’s body as he noticed the dull blues and whites of the walls. Finally, they arrived in the safe surroundings of Lorsette General Hospital, a location where Zachary’s ex could not easily infiltrate without himself and his crush knowing her presence beforehand. While they stood the hallway, Desmond kept a tight grip as he stared at Zachary, concerned for his health. Slowly, the scout’s wings disappeared, fading from view as the situation proved to no longer need their protective embrace.
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After a few moments, the nephilim nervously glanced away, shakily releasing his crush’s hand, thoughts finally returning to the whispered words prior to teleporting.
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“Of… of course I did,” he murmured nervously.
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Nervous trembling managed to consume Desmond’s body, the nephilim wishing he could reach out and embrace Zachary. In this fantasized hugging, he would have stated those words of worry and managed to gain the nerve to confess his deep feelings for the kindly angel. The doctor was benevolent, sweet and definitely the most determined to help others, even at the risk of his own well-being for them. Despite his thoughts of Zachary being extremely positive, Desmond found himself quiet and motionless, afraid to admit he possessed similar feelings for the incredible angel. Those scars manifested from his first break up were intense, causing hesitation as the ginger bashfully shifted his gaze to the tiled floor. A brief amount of time passed before the nurses arrived, discovering the injured doctor and ushering himself and Zachary into a small room. The medical team began working like clockwork once they entered the room, prepared to analyze the angel’s wounds. They questioned Desmond about potential wounds, but the nephilim merely shook his head, knowing he was not injured from the altercation. A worried expression remained evident on Desmond’s face as he watched them tend to Zachary. When his crush removed his hand from his arm, the nephilim’s heart skipped a beat in concern.
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A frown remained on Desmond’s face as his eyes stared at the large blotch of red on Zachary’s white shirt. He proceeded to watch them work until he noticed them starting to take the attractive angel’s shirt off. Immediately, the ginger’s face turned a deep red as his hand reached to cover his mouth as a faint gasp escaped his lips. His crush’s fair flesh was revealed, the shirt being removed for a better glimpse at his wounds. There was a brief pause before Desmond glances away, flustered immensely. Rapidly, his heart palpitated at the thought of Zachary’s bare chest. It thumped hard against his sternum as his breathing became faster. The nephilim was tricked by the foolish delusion of his heartbeat echoing around the room as he struggled to calm himself. The sounds of the nurses conversing were unnoticed as Desmond attempted to accomplish soothing his breathing, but failed. When the sounds of footsteps heading towards the door managed to breach his distracted mind. Momentarily, Desmond wished they were not leaving, his anxieties increasing at the notion of being abandoned in the room, alone with his shirtless crush. There was silence before thanks resulted in Desmond’s heart skipping a beat in response.
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“N-no problem,” the nephilim squeaked out nervously.
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Anxiously, Desmond watched as he subtle moved his hands, fixating on them in hope to gain some definition of tranquillity. Unfortunately, it seemed impossible as the image of Zachary being shirtless remain stuck in his head.
Zachary felt his heart flutter when Desmond answered him back, making it seem like there was no other choice. The only problem was, had it been because of duty or because he felt the same way in return. He figured only time would tell but he didn't want to pressure Desmond on the subject, despite having a few chances of getting to embrace his friend, he got the feeling of the distance Desmond seemed to be placing between them. He didn't believe it was dislike, if that had been the case, he was positive his friend wouldn't have remained close to him, it seemed to him as much deeper than that. It was the main reason why he chose patience and the other reason is that he didn't want to risk pushing his friend away or as one might say, scaring him off. Shortly after they had been left alone in the room together, he had turned to face Desmond, curious on his face expression and of course he wanted to thank him for saving him. He found himself staring back at Desmond, yes, he couldn't help but think that it just got uncomfortable in the room with him being shirtless, though he wasn't completely sure as of why, maybe it was because Desmond could sense his feelings about the subject too?
He remained in his spot, not moving closer, nor moving towards the bed that was in the room, choosing to stand in the center of the room instead. It appears to me, he is really flustered.... I don't know how to help him though.... I think after that last time, things might be quite clear on what I might want to do. He thought to himself, sighing at the idea of leaving the hospital behind, but sometimes a person had to move on with life and becoming a field medic for TRS, seemed like a good opportunity for him. "So, I was thinking after this." He slowly started, trying to figure out a way of how he'd want to go about wording this. "I've spend so long in this hospital, I never really got much of a chance to notice the outside as I have today." He answered, slowly his eyes drifted away from Desmond's, looking towards the wall, finding himself flustered and seeing Desmond flustered was beginning to make him feel even more embarrassed. "I think I should take another path, one that involves not remaining in the hospital."
Ohhhhhhh, how I'll miss working here. He thought to himself, trying to muster up the words needed to complete his sentence, even though it might appear like he had finished, it was really just a pause as he formed the sentence in his head. "I think I will apply for TRS, to work as a field medic." The words slipped from his mouth, he honestly thought it had sounded better in his head. He found himself still staring at the wall as his thoughts started to wander.
Nothing would have ceased Desmond’s efforts to rescue his beloved crush in that instance. The deep-rooted affection he harboured for the handsome, benevolent angel was beyond powerful. There were no existent words to describe his love for Zachary, the nephilim finding him extremely endearing and sweet in the actions he performed. Moments where Desmond was graced by the doctor's company unexpectantly transformed into the best moments in the scout's life; he enjoyed lunches and general talks with him. The interactions shared between them was a splendid marvel which filled Desmond's days with endless happiness and extreme flusters. While their conversation was joyous, they repeatedly resulted in the symptoms which proceeded to plague Desmond as he remained stationed in the room, Zachary still shirtless. The slight muscle beneath the angel's shirt was a surprise, the nephilim still nervously breathing from bearing witness to the spectacle. There were no doubts about Zachary's mental attractiveness, and now the ginger-haired scout became privy to more of his physical beauty. The desperation for calming breaths increased as Desmond tried to calm his rapid breathing.
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The sheer shock of witnessing Zachary without his shirt kept the nephilim's heart pounding in his chest. When the angel began speaking, the ginger's heart palpitated wildly as he feared the impending conversation. Eventually, they would be required to discuss the I love you text the doctor sent him. Based on the text, Zachary was prepared to confess his feelings while Desmond remained surrounded by a world of frightening thoughts over the notion of love. How could he admit his intense emotions when fear proceeded to haunt him? There was a time he loved Leon, yet, the man callously broke up with him, used him merely for sexual pleasure before tossing him aside. The gradual beginnings of a conversation resulted in butterflies entering Desmond's tummy as Zachary proceeded, although, it ended on an unexpectant notion; the angel wished to join the TRS. Briefly, the ginger glanced towards him, astonishment evident in his green eyes before his gaze hastily flitted away since Zachary remained shirtless. There was a deep breath, Desmond taking a rather extensive amount of time to gather to courage to weave together words for a proper response.
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"No... It-it's dangerous," he answered briefly and shyly.
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The intense flustering kept Desmond from providing his voice some definition of a backbone, making it rather weak. Whenever Zachary managed to make his heart beat rapidly and his face turn a deep red, the ginger always struggled to speak. There was heat radiating from the blush on his face, making his embarrassment evident.
Zachary continued looking towards the wall, missing Desmond looking at him before looking away again. I'll be able to keep an eye on you and make sure your safe. You have a dangerous job, meanwhile I stay in a hospital and miss it all. I mean sure, I get to see the injured come in and I try and help them but, I pray the day never comes that I see you on that bed. He thought to himself, being pulled from his thoughts when he heard Desmond speaking. "Yes." He agreed, still looking at the wall, unable to bring himself to look back at Desmond. It was struggling to contain ones urges and for him, he was slowly starting to feel a desire and he wasn't ready to cross that bridge just yet. "But an important role none the less. If it wasn't for the field medics, even more TRS would be killed or at the very least filling up the ward or hospital." He answered, knowing that despite the many doctors at the hospital and the ward, there appeared to be many injured that needed tending to.
Though he knew Desmond was objecting to his idea of joining TRS, he saw no problem in continuing with the subject, as if the idea was still on the table. He is worried because I can't defend myself, but I've only ever been good for healing. If I can save lives, losing mine would be worth the cost. Though I was hoping for my baby girl and Preston to be older before the possible chance of losing me. He thought to himself, glancing towards Desmond briefly before looking back towards the wall. "It will also give me a chance to see you, make sure your doing well." He answered, leaving it at that. If the text was going to be brought up, surely Desmond would start the conversation because he wasn't about to do it.
There was a tightness in Desmond’s chest as his heart proceeded rapidly beating. The nurses were still absent, resulting in the current situation was nerve-racking for the nephilim. Breaths remained deep as the scout stared at the tiled floor, thankful about Zachary failing to notice the bright red which painted itself across his cheeks. Courage was difficult to gain when handling his crush, thus his green eyes remained away from the angel. The notion of the handsome doctor witnessing the bright hues of red across his cheeks would only worsen the situation. There was already awkwardness between himself and Zachary because of the single text message, neither willing to speak about the sudden text. Alas, there remained a tense conversation between the two, a nervousness clinging to Desmond with each passing minute. While Zachary spoke to him, the ginger-haired scout was partially distracted by the sounds of his rapidly beating hard and quick breathing. Numerous things were whirling around his mind, particularly his worries for Zachary's health both currently and the future alongside the text message which could be invoked at any period.
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Admitting to the deep-rooted emotions would be nearly impossible for Desmond, the man admittedly admiring Zachary for becoming capable of stating those three bold words. The angel proceeded to voice his reasons for wishing to join the TRS field medicine team. When Zachary explained it would provide him with the opportunity to assure he was, Desmond's heart skipped a beat and blush increased in intensity. Promptly, the nephilim turned to better face the wall, self-conscious about the attractive angel managing to bear witness to the redness of his cheeks. Evidently, the dark-haired man remained concerned about his health, which made Desmond feel cared about by the kindly doctor; it provided more evidence of Zachary's love. The idea brought an anxious stomachache to the scout who consistently worried about his precious crush. On the field, there would be plenty of opportunities for Zachary's bloodthirsty ex to potentially harm or even murder him. While field medics were constantly in dire need, Desmond remained concerned for the doctor's safety, especially considering his ex actively hunted him.
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"But Zac... your ex... what... what if you get hurt?" Desmond questioned nervously.
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The silence was maintained through gently biting his lower lip, the scout attempting to avoid confessing the emotions he harboured for Zachary. There would arrive a time, but currently, the nephilim remained beyond anxious and too flustered to admit he possessed similar feelings for the doctor.
Zachary found his own cheeks going redder as he thought about being able to see Desmond more often, make sure that he was well taken care of. Concern of being attacked had crossed his mind, however he already was guilty of putting stress on his own body when he had patients on the verge of death, putting his own life on the line because he is determined to heal them. The consequences of such a deed was feeling each individual pain himself until his patient had been healed completely. "A risk I'm willing to take, the price one pays when they sore an oath to help and save." He answered, though in his case, most guilty, healing. Though he couldn't help but feel slightly nervous at the idea of seeing his ex again. She was determined as ever to make his life a living hell, but now that she knew about Desmond, he was in just as much danger if not more just because he had feelings for him. He tried shaking the unsettling feeling from his stomach, he wouldn't feel guilty for liking Desmond, caring about him, not even if it meant their lives were at risk. Because for once in his life, he was truly happy and it wasn't worth giving up.
Of course by no means, was he about to let his Desmond pay for his determination. Oh no, he would heal him at all costs and make sure that death took him instead of that was what needed to be done. He briefly glanced towards Desmond to see that he had turned towards the wall, it was adorable, almost reminded him of the time that his parents put him in time out or when he was forced to put Alice in time out for some reason for another. He couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. "Are you... are you in time out?" The comment was meant to be funny, but he couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed when he had made the comment, finding that maybe it was a dumb remark and that Desmond wouldn't find it nearly as funny as he had only moments prior. He found himself glancing back towards the ground, cheeks going even redder, though he didn't get much time to try and calm his own heart because footsteps could be heard down the hall. "I never thought I'd see the day when I'd get the chance to help you once more."
A voice had spoken as the doctor had come into the room and towards Zachary. "Needing stitches..." The doctor answered shortly setting the chart on the counter. The nurses had returned to the room with the stitching kit so that the doctor could get into work. "Would you rather sit or continue standing?" He asked, waiting for Zachary to choose an answer. Zachary had remained quiet, unsure of what to say, though he was pulled from his thoughts when his colleague asked him if he would be sitting or standing. "Well standing gives me a chance to be closer to Desmond, how about standing.... Standing sounds good." He answered, not wiling to put anymore distance between him and Desmond, not if he could help it. If Desmond wanted him to sit, well then, he would just have to walk over and lead him to the bed.
Handling the intense emotions manifested by Zachary's presence was always difficult for Desmond considering the extreme nature of the symptoms. Heart palpitations were consistent from the nephilim's flustered emotions accompanied by the intense heat radiating from his reddened face. The mere presence of the incredible angel influenced these emotions and the ginger already knew they would persist throughout the interaction; if it could even be granted the title. Whenever Desmond gained the courage to speak, the words escaped his mouth in a pathetic squeak, his endless nervousness in gaining the opportunity to interact with Zachary being evident. Desperately, the ginger-haired scout had attempted to counter the reasons for Zachary joining the TRS, however, the words the angel stated in response resulted in his heart fluttering. The devoted healer provided his reason, mentioning his oath to assist others and save them from the cold embrace of death; an admirable notion. These promises were further proof of the benevolence his crush held, Desmond occasionally wondering how he managed to become close to somebody this amazing; the answer was beyond him.
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There were instances where the nephilim worried the dark-haired doctor's kindness could potentially result in him receiving injury or a slew of other negative outcomes. The cynical ginger knew there were plenty of individuals willing to take advantage of somebody's goodwill, ultimately making kindness the person's downfall. A silence drifted over Desmond, the scout taking a deep breath before gaining the nerve to speak.
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"I worry about you sometimes, Zac... I don't want you to get hurt or killed," Desmond mumbled quietly, still unable to glance at his crush.
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Sincerity graced Desmond's words, the ginger genuinely desiring nothing horrible to befall Zachary. Merely admitting he cared about the angel's well-being was a difficult accomplishment, his heart promptly pounding against his sternum afterwards while red engulfed his fair complexion. All the scout desired was his crush's safety during all pursuits, especially considering how significant Zachary became in Desmond's life. The sudden chuckle resulted in an embarrassed blush blossoming on the nephilim's face, his crush's explanation creating a nervous laugh. While the attempt of a joke sounded amusing, the ginger remained immensely nervous, making it difficult to provide an amused chuckle. There was no answer, Desmond being uncertain how to answer the teasing inquiry his crush made. Eventually, the sounds of footsteps reached the ginger's ears, resulting in him going mute while the other doctor entered to tend to Zachary's injury. Quietly, the scout listened to the conversation between the pair, his worries fixating on the pain his crush could potentially go through. Alas, his thoughts were shattered when he listened to Zachary's comment.
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There was something about his crush desiring closeness to him resulted in Desmond's heart immediately palpitating immensely. The redness increased on his cheeks, the nephilim shrugging his shoulders in a desperate attempt to hide his red face.
Zachary couldn't help but feel happy when Desmond admitted to worrying about his well being. "I understand." He truly did understand, unfortunately, Desmond would have to do more than worry if he expected him not to join TRS as a field medic. And so far, he either wasn't trying very hard or he wasn't sure how to go about encouraging him to do other things instead. Though when he had made his joke about Desmond being in the corner, he hadn't noticed his cheeks being red, unable to see because Desmond had his back to him. If he had known, he wouldn't have felt so foolish with his joke in the first place. The other doctor had walked into the room and since Desmond hadn't moved closer, Zachary had chosen to remain standing. So the doctor took a look at his arm, before preparing to stitch him up. Zachary flinch, not pleased when the process started, what could he say, it hurt like hell. Maybe sitting would have been a better idea because within a few seconds, he found himself inching backwards, which made the needle poke in the wrong spot. He flinched more, trying to remain quiet because that needle wasn't supposed to go in his arm there.
"Oh sorry Zachary." The doctor answered, slowly pulling the needle out. His arm slowly healed itself and Zachary found himself looking away to try and ignore the future pain of the stitching to proceed. "No, it was my fault...." He mumbled, finding himself shaking slightly at the idea of having that needle going in his arm again. Try as the doctor might, he couldn't bring himself to continue because Zachary was moving too much. "It will be alright, I'll be much more careful this time." The doctor promised, Zachary had noticed his shaking and tried forcing it to slow down, but no sooner had the needle gone in his arm that he found himself shaking again, moving his other arm out, he gripped onto the bed to hold onto it tightly. The last time he could recall getting stitches, he had been asleep, so he didn't have the pleasure of feeling this pain. Just hold still, it is just a needle.... Once your stitched up, it will be all over.... He thought to himself, though try as he might, he wasn't able to bring himself to stop shaking this time.
Is this what my fate will be like if I leave the hospital to become a field medic? How am I going to endure this? He thought to himself, so used to the pain given to him by healing others instead of having the treatment done on himself. He couldn't help but breath faster, despite the doctor pausing with the stitches attempt, he couldn't bring himself to stop shaking to make this process any easier. "Do you want pain killers? I can have a nurse bring some for us." The doctor asked, but Zachary was too caught up in his own thought process to answer him and since the needle was still in his arm, with him shaking the doctor was trying to keep it from moving too much so he was forced in his spot.
Concern remained evident on Desmond’s face as he proceeded to fret for Zachary’s safety. Joining the TRS was a decision the nephilim wished his crush never decided on taking, especially in field work. The dangerous environments which the delightful angel could be thrust into were worrisome; particularly for the scout who was well-versed in the frightening reality of these perils. There was a previous incident where the doctor got injured by the razor-sharp claws of a medium risk terror. Memories of the terrifying carnage made Desmond tremble, the thought of those claws ripping into Zachary’s flesh becoming permanently ingrained in his mind. The bloody scene from the creature tearing into the flesh of his back, his white wings tainted by the disturbing colours of blood. While field medics received combat training alongside lessons on how to protect themselves, nothing could cease the endless worry the nephilim felt for his crush. Fighting was a dangerous game, the ginger-haired scout being thoroughly acquainted with the notion after several incidents of being wounded, one even being severe. Unfortunately, Desmond failed to further voice his concerns on account of the flustered emotions. The nephilim wished he could sweep Zachary off his feet, display his love and command him to remain in the hospital where he would be safe.
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Briefly, Desmond’s eyes flitted towards Zachary as the other doctor prepared to stitch the abhorrent wound on his arm. These were the instances where the nephilim wished he could break curses, but he failed when it arrived in breaking the magic. The notion weighed heavily on Desmond’s mind, especially considering this was the second instance of a cursed weapon harming his beloved crush. In complete honesty, the ginger-haired scout felt the upsetting embrace of failure hanging heavy around his shoulders. A soft sigh escaped his lips as his green eyes slowly returned to the tiled floor. An acute pain entered Desmond's arm, resulting in the nephilim hastily glancing towards Zachary and the doctor, a frown touching his face. Based upon the stitching already being prepared, there would no anesthetic used to numb the painful sensation. When the stitching properly began, the nephilim's hand immediately went to his arm, matching the location where his crush was receiving his. Immediately, the ginger gritting his teeth while he squeezed his arm tightly, his concerns for Zachary's well-being increasing.
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Finally, the phantom pains ceased, Desmond, glancing over as the doctor inquired about the possibility of pain killers. There was silence, the nephilim praying to hear his crush request something to numb the pain, but there was no answer. Instead of providing Zachary with an open opportunity to answer, the ginger-haired scout turned slightly towards the other doctor.
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"I think that's a better idea," he stated quietly. "I don't think he had been awake while getting stitches..."
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Hope filled Desmond that Zachary would decide not to counter his words. The nephilim could sense the tremendous pain his crush was enduring, thus even something to numb the pain was believed to be a better choice. Genuinely, the ginger found it foolish to proceed with a tedious operation without any anesthetic, the drug possessing its multiple uses and creating a calmness for patients.
Zachary remained silent, trying to ignore the needle in his arm as he continued shaking. Too stuck in thought that he hadn't even noticed the question from his co worker and Desmond answering it for him. "Right." The doctor took a moment to answer before slowly pulling the needle out. The pain of the needling moving, brought his attention back towards the doctor. He released the bed to grab the needle to hold it in place. "It... hurts...." He mumbled, justifying his reason for refusing to allow the needle to exit his arm, knowing fully well that damn thing would have to pierce his arm again. "Will you watch him real quick?" The doctor answered, since at least now he was free to move since Zachary was keeping the needle from moving. He went to the door, "Nurse! Bring me some pain killers!" He shouted, finding it easier than using the radio. They knew that Zachary was in this room after all, with any luck the shouting would bring more attention.
He returned back to Zachary, preparing to take the needle away from him. Despite having held the needle, he found himself shaking constantly and the slow moments was still creating pain for his arm. He released the needle so that his co worker could hold it once more, despite knowing it was possible he was about to risk feeling it exiting his arm. A nurse suddenly came into the room, so the doctor slowly removed the needle from his arm before taking the pain killer shot to numb his arm. Zachary flinched upon seeing the needle, once more he reached for the side of the bed and gripped it tightly. The syringe went into his arm, it hurt, though it wasn't long before his arm started going numb and he wasn't able to feel it anymore. His co worker proceeded with stitching his arm closed before putting a bandage over it, then wrapped it closed.
"Alright, all done." His co worker answered as he pulled away from Zachary. "I'll make sure they are aware you are good to be released." He answered before nodding towards Desmond before leaving the room. Zachary breathed in and out, relieved the stitches were finally over. Now if only he could bring himself to turn back around to continue his conversation with Desmond. But instead, he found himself remaining turned away. That really sucked.... I'll have to remind myself to have pain killers if I remain awake after being harmed by a cursed object.... He thought to himself, trying to calm himself so that he could avoid his continuous shaking. no longer pain just a bit of fright.
A sense of calmness finally encompassed Desmond when the decision was made without any complaints from his beloved crush. There remained a harsh phantom pain in the nephilim's arm which increased his worries for the position Zachary was currently in. Certainly, medical professionals could have administered anesthetic prior to beginning the stitching required to seal the angel's wound. The unimaginable pain they invoked on his precious crush was unnecessary and abhorrent in the ginger's opinion, which resulted in Desmond shaking his head in dismay. Pain proceeded to pulse through the scout's arm despite his efforts to banish it through squeezing the infected skin; what could possibly be happening? Several injuries had transpired, the nephilim feeling every instance of Zachary receiving a wound. Thoughts were racing as Desmond returned to silence, attempting to fixate his mind on what could potentially result in these pains being shared between them. Several notions entered the nephilim's mind, none settling correctly as a concrete reason for the manifestation of these pains until his mind finally reached a breakthrough.
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Soulmates were a concept Desmond oftentimes refused to think about thoroughly after his heart was shattered by his ex-boyfriend, Leon. Hastily, the nephilim's eyes flitted towards Zachary, lingering as realization flowed over him similar to a waterfall. Immediately, the ginger-haired scout's heart began palpitating immensely at the thought of him somehow discovering his soulmate, the notion of the individual being the incredible angel surprising him. Breaths became irregular as the nephilim abruptly glanced away, eyes locking with the tiled floor as he questioned his sudden beliefs. Fate certainly would have picked a better man for Zachary to inevitably fall in love with, right? Alas, his mind pondered the text message sent to him, those three special words reserved for those who someone finds most precious. Through text, Zachary had managed to confess his feelings and Desmond knew he could reciprocate those emotions. Were they truly destined to be together? A deep breath was taken, the ginger's uncertainties remaining from his intense fear of love. Love was a rose with beautiful, soft petals and a delightful scent, however, it was also filled with thorns which could prick a foolish finger.
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When the pain killers were administered, Desmond noticed the pain suddenly fade from his arm. The stitching and bandaging proceeded, but the nephilim refused to look as he battled with his thoughts and emotions. A few minutes passed until he heard the doctor's words, a sense of relief filling the nephilim when the man stated he was finished stitching Zachary up, however, the anxieties promptly returned. Once finished their job, the medical staff would inevitably take their leave, which left Desmond alone with his crush. Despite possessing plenty of time, the ginger failed to devise a sentence, thus he remained quiet and unsure of how to initiate a conversation with his crush.
Zachary continued shaking as he had his back towards Desmond. If he had known how badly it hurt he would have started with the pain killer, it just wasn't everyday that he got injured and now it seemed like it might become a thing because of how his ex took action. That woman was never going to leave him alone, no matter how much he attempted to try and believe her in becoming a good figure for their daughter, he was struggling with believing Alice being safe around her. He would be left with no choice but to put his foot down and refuse to allow her anywhere near Alice. He slowly reached for his shirt, knowing that it had a blood stain on the arm but not willing to leave shirtless. He slipped it on and slowly started buttoning the buttons as his body continued shaking. Unable to forget what it felt like having the needle go through his arm to stitch the wound closed. Any injures in the past could be healed by his powers, but this was the second time he had been harmed by a cursed object, giving him a chance to ponder if he really wanted to become a field medic or not.
I want to make sure that Desmond is safe.... and my children for that matter. But is joining really best for them as I honestly believe it to be for me? He thought to himself, feeling conflicted on what to do. He slowly turned around to face Desmond, the silence remained between them. "Thanks again." He answered, debating on what he should so now. Since his wound was closed he could get back to work, or possibly go down to TRS to join. So many choices.... I really should sleep on it instead of rushing. He thought to himself, slowly moving towards the door. He wasn't about to stay here and he wasn't sure if Desmond wanted to help him get home or not, but he couldn't help but think his text had made things go awkward between them.
The stunning realization which transcended over Desmond left his speechless, worried and completely anxious as he silently remained station in his chair. Soulmates were a destined bond, one which could rarely occur because of the magic's peculiar nature, although, what the notion involved concerned the nephilim. The manipulative nature of his ex-boyfriend resulted in an intense fear of romantic relationships. Those painful memories of the breakup texts as he was thrown away like trash. All Leon had desired was the pleasure from a night of intercourse and never cared for the consequences his partner faced. A deep breath entered Desmond’s lungs, the nephilim holding it briefly before exhaling; he was genuinely lost. There were no doubts he cared immensely for Zachary, it became the reason why he enjoyed spending time with him. The attractive angel was sweet and benevolent whenever the opportunity presented itself. There were even moments where he displayed the utmost patience and caution towards Desmond’s issues about being touched by others. Alas, despite these positive traits which resulted in the ginger’s gravitation to him, he remained extremely nervous. While the anxieties raged, they worsened from his endless worries about Zachary. After receiving the stitches without a proper numbing agent, he was trembling.
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Each brief glance in his peripherals allowed Desmond to notice the shaking. Admittedly, the ginger-haired scout believed Zachary’s ex-girlfriend to be an absolute monster. The woman was willing to sadistically attack the angel, torturing him despite the man being the father of her child. Another soft sigh escaped Desmond’s mouth, his thoughts were interrupted by the kindly thanks Zachary provided. Immediately, the nephilim’s heart began beating rapidly as his breath quickened.
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“N-no problem,” he responded, words stumbling from his mouth.
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Quietness returned afterwards, the ginger uncertain on how to interact with his crush. The silence allowed the sounds of movement to reach Desmond’s ears. Surprise touched the nephilim’s countenance as his green eyes flitted over to Zachary. Immediately, his eyes widened as he realized the doctor was foolishly trying to leave on his own. Hastily, the scout rose from his chair, following the attractive angel despite the nervousness which made his stomach churn.
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“Zac?” He began quietly, hints of worry in his tone. “Where are you going?”
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Slowly, Desmond approaches his beloved crush as he attempted to leave. While the nephilim remained on the flustered side, he worried about Zachary intensely; allowing him to leave on his own after being attacked by his ex was risky.
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