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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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 thanked Desmond, feeling so much better that he was in the room with him as stitches were being placed in his arm. Silence seemed to come between them but at least now he was numb, so it was easier to hold still for the other doctor. As soon as he was stitched up, he had moved to leave to head back home. To his surprise, Desmond had risen from his seat to follow him. "Yes?" He asked whispered in return, making sure to walk slowly so that Desmond wouldn't have trouble keeping up with him. "I planned on returning home." He admitted, pleased when Desmond stood within reach of him. As much as he wanted to hug him, he knew that Desmond required patience as to avoid risking the chance of upsetting him. "Will you come with me?" He asked, hopeful that Desmond would say yes to him so that they could make the walk together. It would give him the chance to be around Desmond longer, meaning a complete win, in his book. If Desmond chose to walk with him, he'd keep pace, or at least try, assuming he wasn't walking too slow for Desmond. He felt tired after this horrible day, even though to him it had started off as beautiful.
A concerned expression remained on Desmond's face as he slowly followed behind Zachary. His crush recently received stitches, thus, the nephilim believed the man was not completely there. Anesthetic undoubtedly would result in the angel's arm being completely functional. Although, the fact that condemned his laid-back mentality was the existence of Zachary's malicious ex-girlfriend. The murderous woman was determined to result in Zachary's final breath... Meanwhile, Desmond wanted to assure the man he cared for would be protected.
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As Zachary moved towards the threshold, an inquiry about his leaving escaped Desmond's lips. A flutter was contained inside the ginger's ribcage as he moved closer. The dark-haired man mentioned he planned on returning to his home. The lengthy walk home involved crossing from the coastal region and entering the suburbs area on the southern side; a trek ill-suited for a man recently stitched up. A frown dragged the corners of the ginger's face the moment Zachary mentioned his plans to walk home despite everything the ex accomplished.
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Steps were taken, swift as Desmond moved forward, thoughts of harm befalling the heavenly man perturbed him. The distance was closed, only paused as Zachary questioned if he would accompany him home. Legs became motionless as the ginger stared at his crush. Rapidly, his heart pounded against his sternum, frightened by the notions of romance, but also concerned about Zachary's safety... Somebody needed to escort him, for the doctor and his daughter's sake.
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"... Yeah... I'll come with you," Desmond answered quietly, taking some hesitant steps. "I'm worried about you Zac... I don't want you to be alone if she comes back."
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After those words, Desmond moved forward, closing the gap between them. Some distance was maintained, the ginger's concerns over closeness conquering his tortured heart. Years ago, Leon damaged his trust in the field of roses, thorns bearing into the skin, and now he hesitated to enter with a different guide.
Zachary couldn't help but feel pleased when Desmond told him that he would come with him. He was silent as he heard Desmond mentioned how worried he was about him. "Thank you." He whispered, slow steps were taken as he lead the way down the hall, planning on walking with Desmond out of the hospital. Upon arriving outside, he'd keep pace with Desmond as they made the walk towards his house. The option to fly wasn't an option because he was too tired. They could call for a ride but he sorta liked the idea of this walk, it meant more time with Desmond. "I really am grateful to you, Desmond." He whispered, had it not been for Desmond speaking up, pain would have continued while stitches were being placed in his arm. The pain causing him to go into shock until it had numbed up. And now, here he was, joining him as they made the walk towards his house.
Together, they ventured through the hospital, Desmond's heart accelerating as he walked alongside Zachary. The angel always managed to manifest endless anxiety for the ginger-haired man. The intense emotions he held towards the marvellous man who summoned joys beyond the imagination resulted in these difficulties. Nervous, tongue-tied and even a tad sweaty, Desmond struggled in interacting with Zachary. He was benevolent, pleasant and a doctor devoted to his job. It made the angel incredibly admirable for his efforts.
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A soft thank-you was heard, prompting blood to rush to Desmond's face; Zachary could be so appreciative... They headed down several floors before exiting the hospital and entering the sunlight outside. Upon escaping the hospital, the scout maintained a slower pace to remain beside the doctor. Incidents of Zachary pushing himself too hard proved common, thus Desmond wanted to assure it would be avoided. While he held failings in interacted with the attractive, dark-haired, blue-eyed angel, he would make certain his crush returned home to his daughter safely.
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His heart suddenly began racing as Zachary stated he was grateful. Red pooled in Desmond's cheeks, teeth clenching together as he glanced away. Vivid memories of his break-up with a nasty ex fluttered through his mind, leaving discomfort in his stomach. Indulging in these emotions was a dangerous game, but he felt a deeper connection to Zachary. No! He thought similarly to Leon, thus what if the same actions occurred. The mixed emotions resulted in an awkward pause as Desmond fought conflictions... until finally remembering Zachary spoke.
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"O-h, no problem," he responded hastily, words louder than intended.
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Endless conflictions filtered through Desmond's mind rapidly, as though somebody spammed a 'think-about-issues button'. A sigh breezed through the ginger-haired nephilim's lips, an arm reaching to scratch the back of his head. Thoughts were shoved away in favour of a single objective, escorting Zachary home safely while simultaneously battling his feelings towards the magnificent man.
Zachary walked with Desmond around the hospital until they had arrived outside. Was he worried that his ex might find them, yes, was he going to admit it? No. The last thing he wanted to do was make Desmond scared, not that he'd be scared of her or anything like that... he had mixed feelings on Desmond ever having a clash with his ex ever again. It also helped him feel at ease as they walked, having chosen that method because it was nice outside and he honestly didn't want to pay a driver or fly at the moment. He had thanked Desmond for walking home with him, hoping to have him linger for a while instead of only a few minutes. Silence seemed to come between them, he wasn't sure what to say and Desmond wasn't bringing up any subjects. Thankfully they made it to his house in one piece, to which he unlocked the door and wandered inside. Nobody seemed to be at home right at the moment, so he slipped inside after noticing Desmond coming in, else he'd keep the door open and refuse to go any farther. "You'll come in? Won't you?" He asked in a whisper, desiring Desmond's company, even if it was a one sided crush.
Silenced consumed them as they walked together down the familiar sidewalks of Lorsette. The type of quiet that suffocated people, manifesting a neverending nervousness... At least, for Desmond, those were the side-effects of their current circumstances. Around Zachary, the ginger-haired man always discovered difficulties in speaking with him. There was pain captured inside Desmond's heart created from his tragic breakup. What if the angel disliked him? What if their friendship was ruined because he failed to be good enough?
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The thought irked Desmond as they walked together. Since Leon ripped his heart out, he found it nearly impossible to accept his emotions towards Zachary... Callously, somebody he felt affectionate towards abruptly decided he was merely a pawn for an evening of pleasure... yet... The nephilim's green eyes glanced at Zachary, remembering all the benevolence displayed by the father of one... Through everything, he proved to be kind, considerate and understanding of his situation. On multiple occasions he showed him affection, his daughter even referring to him as "Daddy Des".
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Only moments later did his gaze retreat, his heart palpitating from sugary memories of romantic sweetness. What was he supposed to do? He adored Zachary, yet, he consistently failed to get past his breakup with Leon. Eventually, they reached the house, his ears hearing the angel's question. The nephilim paused at the doorway, hesitant in answering the father. If things were going to change... he needed to do something.
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"O-okay," he whispered back.
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Slowly, the TRS scout took the necessary steps to enter the Everett household. The familiar place where he spent afternoons babysitting Alice or conversing with Zachary. Those precious memories when closeness grew and somebody managed to reach his heart despite the playful pranks and aversion to angels. Semi-shaky breaths escaped his lips as he attempted to keep his breathing deep, praying he could remain calm in this situation. He was uncertain if he could snuggle, but he could give Zachary company after the frightful situation.
Zachary waited for Desmond to follow him inside, pleased when he had agreed to come inside. As soon as he had joined him, he had moved to close the door before locking it. "Now lets see..." He started, slowly making his way towards the kitchen, with the plan of attempting to make some coffee... moving around was tiring, plus his arm was numb because it had required stitches. "Coffee sound good, or how about some tea?" He asked, reaching for the coffee pot to prepare it. As soon as he got it started, he backed away and wandered to the stove top for his tea pot so heat some water up, but just after he turned the stove on, he lost his balance, falling into the trash can behind him.
Enveloped by the sweetest memories of spending time with Zachary, Desmond’s eyes wandered the living room. There was always a pleasant quality about the man compared to others of his breed. In the beginning, Desmond assumed most angels would gladly throw a nephilim into the trash without a second thought… Then he met Zachary… Someone immensely caring to his nephilim daughter and held bountiful benevolence in both words and actions. It was truly admirable. Slowly, his gaze glanced over his shoulder at the man he thought about every morning and before he fell asleep.
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He was always there for him… but Leon was the same before he shattered his heart… Was he willing to potentially feel the sting of a broken heart? The soft sound of a locking door startled Desmond, the ginger turning fully to face Zachary. Confusion breached the nephilim’s feature as he looked at the angel until his deep green eyes noticed the stitches… A gentle sigh escaped Desmond’s softened eyes as the reason arrived. The malicious attitude exhibited by his ex resulted in concerns about her invading and causing troubles. He watched as Zachary retreated to the kitchen stating they would see.
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Slowly, Desmond followed behind the angel, somewhat worried. After receiving stitches and a long walk, his crush should be resting. The coffee pot was turned on, followed closely by the stove. Alas, the exhausted doctor’s knees buckled and sent him off balance into the trash can. A gasp breached through Desmond’s lips.
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“Zac!” He cried before hastily running over.
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As he approached, the nephilim took a deep breath before hesitantly offering his hand. Inside his chest, the ginger-haired man’s heart was panicking. Cheeks were a vivid red meanwhile his quickened and quivered at the thought of physical touch. Alas, Zachary trapped himself in a garbage can and somebody needed to help… and guide him to bed...
Zachary had fallen into the trash can, becoming stuck. Desmond came rushing over to help him out, extending his hand out to him. It seemed that Desmond was nervous but he couldn't afford to worry about it as he reached out with his arm to be pulled out of the trash can, making the mistake of using the arm that was numb. He was tugged, attempting to become free of the trash can. It was difficult, having forgotten about his arm being numb. Finally he was becoming free of the trash but before he could clear from it completely, he released Desmond's hand and lost his balance, landing on the floor with the trash can already in process of tipping, falling all over him. This is gross.... I need a shower... My... my arm.... He thought to himself, hearing the coffee pot finish and the tea pot whistle for being done, he found himself laying there in defeat. "Can... you handle those, please?" He asked, wishing for them to be handled first to avoid a possible fire. Meanwhile, he slowly pushed the trash can back up, plucking the trash off of himself and back into the trash can.
Despite the trepidation leaking from the cracks of a broken heart, Desmond offered his hand to his dearest crush. As much as closeness triggered endless concerns, he needed to assist Zachary. The unfortunate angel had received a nasty injury and later stumbled into a trash can. He needed assistance, a shower and finally a long nap to rest his body. Their hands connected, several heartbeats being skipped and breath speeding up. The nephilim closed his eyes, carefully pulling Zachary out of the garbage.
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After the slight tug, he managed to rescue Zachary from the tight space of the trash can. Upon the angel's freedom, Desmond's hand released his. Red coated the man's cheeks as memories of Zachary's soft palms tickled across his skin... Those few moments of contact felt different than the numerous times he accomplished it with Leon. Although, Desmond's instinctual reaction was avoiding this type of contact with somebody he crushed on... As their hands released, support was removed from the angel, resulting in him becoming unsteady.
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The angel fell backwards, hitting the filthy ground, clothes becoming dirty upon contact. A soft gasp left the ginger-haired man's lips as he covered his mouth.
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"I... I am so sorry, Zac," Desmond squeaked softly.
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The sound of a teapot whistle sounded as the angel asked him to handle those. A gentle nod was given as Desmond turned to turn off the devices and move the kettle away from the element. He paused a moment, glancing over his shower to frown at Zachary.
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"Maybe you should shower," Desmond suggested.
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Slumber would be required, however, attempting to drift into dreamland when one smelled of trash was a difficult task. Thus, the nephilim planned on corralling Zachary into the shower to get cleaned up. In fact, the ginger-haired man planned on pouring himself a cup of coffee while maybe using the heated water for oatmeal rather than tea. He could give Zachary a little snack before sending him to bed. Then finally his friend could get some well-needed rest.
Zachary couldn't help but feel sadness after Desmond had released his hand. He enjoyed their touch but he knew to be patient with Desmond as to avoid scaring him away. He thought he'd be fine but upon losing his balance, he had fallen to the floor before the trash can had toppled all over him. This... this is so embarrassing. He thought to himself, instead of gaining assistance from Desmond immediately, he requested the coffee and tea pot be handled first as to avoid a possible fire. When Desmond made his comment he sighed softly. "Yeah." He answered, then a thought came to his mind, how difficult it would be and he couldn't help but blush at the idea of having assistance with the task. "I... I'll get right on it..." He whispered, slowly tossing the stuff back in the trash so that only little bits were on his body before wiping his clothes down. As much as he hated trash on the floor, he didn't want it spreading to the rest of the house.
Slowly he'd force himself to stand, grabbing the broom, he'd clean up the floor, almost losing his balance again before picking up the small pieces of trash and tossing it inside. Then he'd slowly proceed to head down the hall, touching the wall for support. I want... his assistance. I really do but... I don't want to burden him.... He thought to himself, struggling as he made his way into his bedroom, to which he left the door open before entering the bathroom, closing it slightly before stripping for a shower. His clothes were tossed in the hamper, save for his boxers that hadn't gotten trash on them before he got into the shower. He'd turn the water on, finding it freezing but this was a rinse off, not an enjoyment. He reached for the shampoo, cleaning the trash from his hair before going for the soap, attempting to wash before dropping it on accident. He bent to pick it up before slipping in the shower, hitting his head on the wall of the tub before going unconscious.
Touch was a complex thing for Desmond Wilts. After being abandoned with a break-up text by another man he once loved, the ginger-haired nephilim was hesitant about involving himself in this calibre of connections. Romance was the area that harmed him years ago, therefore, Desmond’s innate cautiousness refused to cease. Alas, the horrible feeling in the nephilim’s gut refused to cease after watching Zachary stumble back into the trash on the floor. A frown touched his face as he listened to the angel, feeling bad for his situation.
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Fortunately, Zachary agreed to go bathe himself and afterwards, Desmond planned on leading him to rest. As the doctor retreated to the washroom, the nephilim never thought about him requiring assistance with washing. With Zachary absent, Desmond began turning off the devices, pouring himself a small cup of coffee to avoid waste. Growing up in a poorer home maintained constant thoughts of money-saving and avoiding waste. Thus, coffee with a dash of milk would be his undesired drink for the afternoon. The remainder was taken to the sink and tragically poured out to remove the possibility of Zachary pouring himself some.
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The kettle was switched off shortly afterwards, assuring no fires would be started by the appliances. A mug was ferried to Desmond's lips, taking a small gulp of his warm beverage. When a loud THUD echoed through the house, originating from the bedroom's bathroom. Eyes widened as the ginger-haired scout placed his coffee on the table and heading towards the washroom. Worry flared inside of Desmond's heart as he closed the distance between himself and where Zachary would be washing.
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"... Zac?" He asked softly, knocking on the door.
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When an answer never arrived, Desmond pushed open the door and hesitantly walked towards the shower. Slowly, he reached for curtain and pulled it back. A gasp escaped his throat as his green eyes widened and cheeks reddened. He glanced away, hands covering his mouth as he realized the questionable... view he had. A few moments were spared to quietly panic about Zachary's state as the nephilim struggled to pull himself towards. A deep breath was welcomed into Desmond's lungs and held as he turned back.
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The nephilim moved quickly, turning off the tap for the time being and grabbing a small hand towel to cover... the more private areas... Carefully, he leaned Zachary against the walls, checking for injuries and noticing a small abrasion on the angel's head. Bandages were fetched from the cupboard and placed beside the bathtub. Each step was taken with a docileness by Desmond. A bucket filled with water and gently dumped over Zachary to wash away any remnants of soap. A cloth grabbed to wash the cut before slathering disinfectant on it and wrapping.
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Then, Desmond benevolently accomplished the steps of washing the remnants of trash from Zachary's body. Throughout the personal tasks, the nephilim's face maintained a reddish pigment, his heart went millions of miles per hour and finally a warmth that burnt his face. If the option was available, he would have refused the option of tending to Zachary, alas, nobody else was around. When everything was finished, he dried the angel off and stared... He needed to take the man to his bedroom for proper rest.
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Quickened breaths enslaved his lungs as flustered emotions conquered his body. Seconds passed as he stared at the angel, remembering his emotions towards him and the horrible deeds of a nasty ex. The bottom portion of his lip was massaged by his teeth as he chewed on it. Any final shreds of courage were gathered at that moment. Cautious steps forward were taken, Desmond's arms reaching for Zachary. One just below the man's shoulders and the other snaking beneath the bottoms of his knees. With a rapidly beating heart, Desmond escaped the bathroom, shaking with nervousness.
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You can do this... he needs you...
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A repeated mantra about Zachary requiring his assistance echoed through the ginger-haired man's head as he carried his crush. The slowest of steps were taken as Desmond coaxed himself to proceed without suddenly dropping the angel. He walked to the bedside. He forced himself to lower the doctor onto the bed before tucking him in for some well-needed and deserved rest.
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Silently, Desmond exited the room, heart fluttering wildly as quick breaths were taken. He felt panicked by the actions he committed, yet, happy he assisted the angel. Outside the bedroom, the ginger-haired man took his breathing, hoping his heart would calm quicker with some separation.
Zachary had passed out in the shower after having hit his head from losing his balance because the soap had escaped from him, having hit his head on the way down, which in turn encouraged him to pass out in the process. Dreams over took him as the shower water continued running over his body. It would become clear that he had attempted to grab the soap and failed at it. Desmond assisted with cleaning him up before helping him out of the bathroom and into his bed. He laid there, motionless unaware of the nice gesture that Desmond had just done for him, nor the embarrassment of his friend seeing him. If he had known events would have gone like this, he would have been much more careful in not losing the soap in the first place. From the time of him passing out too, Desmond cleaning him up, had given him enough time to slowly regain consciousness. His eyes slowly looked up at the ceiling, trying to recall what had happened. He could have sworn he had been in the shower but couldn't remember getting in bed.
Slowly he adjusted in the bed before moving his feet to the side, pressing down before forcing himself to stand up. Unaware the only thing between him and anybody else viewing him, would be that of a towel. Slowly he made his way towards the bathroom, finding his boxers where he had left them. He glanced down, noticing he wasn't wearing anything at all. What... what happened? He thought to himself, completely confused before reaching over to attempt to put his boxers on. It had after all, been his goal after cleaning up in the bathroom. It hadn't occurred to him that Desmond had cleaned him up, but now that he had a mirror, he found himself understanding why his head was throbbing so much. I don't remember leaving the bathroom... He thought to himself before slowly making his way back towards the bedroom, noticing the towel on the floor, he blushed before bending to pick it up, losing his balance in the process.
Thankfully the bathroom door was wide open, so he reached over to grab the towel before he tossed it towards the bathroom, planning on placing it in the hamper later. I wonder if he is still here... He thought to himself, attempting to figure out where he had placed his phone. Normally setting it on the dresser with the rest of his belongings but it didn't seem to be there which meant maybe he had left it in his pants on accident. With a small sigh, he moved towards the bathroom once more, almost losing his balance before going inside to dig in the hamper for his stuff before exiting to toss, his wallet and keys onto the dresser, unaware that Desmond was still here. He then proceeded to attempt to type out a text message to Desmond, struggling to focus because his eye sight was fuzzy.
Inside Desmond's chest was his rapidly beating heart as he panicked over the actions he accomplished. Only moments ago he bathed his crush, carried him to the bed and tucked him beneath the covers. Breathing was quickened, inhales followed milliseconds later by an exhale. These emotions he held towards Zachary were spiralling out of control! Composing himself around the man was proving increasingly difficult and his wishes for the angel's attention conflicted with his anxieties of being harmed again. WHAT IN ENKI'S NAME WAS HE SUPPOSED TO DO?!
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Riddled with intense emotions of both desire and fright, they intermingled similar to intimate lovers. Complex feelings shook Desmond whenever he interacted with the angel. The world he desired for the benevolent man who remained beside him, yet, the possibility of emotional pain kept the nephilim physically distant. The ginger-haired, burdened man chewed on his lower lip, arms crossing and nails digging into the fabric of his uniform. A shaky exhale escaped his parted lips. Steps were taken towards the kitchen as Desmond retreated from the bedroom.
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Further, he ventured into Zachary's kitchen, approaching the sink to gaze outside. His hands clasped the thinner portion of the counter and sink. There, he breathed, knuckles turning white as he attempted to calm himself. Fictitious hours passed in Desmond's mind as he worked towards soothing his racing heart and flustered nerves. A frown caught the corners of the nephilim's lips, his green eyes gazing down at his hands. He believed he would never transform into the type of man Zachary deserved... Frightened of intimacy, a coward in the face of romance, how could he not be the worse choice?
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A deep breath was drawn into his lungs only to be followed by a lengthy sigh. Before his thoughts could echo examples of his failing, a ding of Zachary's ringtone sounded. The ginger-haired nephilim glanced over his shoulder at the closed bedroom door. Was he awake? A breath of courage was taken before Desmond strode towards the door, slowly twisting the handle and opening it slightly. There he discovered the angel, phone in hand, probably searching for his location. The frown drooped further as Desmond gradually pushed the door open.
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"Zac? You should rest," he informed the doctor quietly.
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The overworked father of one required a break from the stress of life. A moment to lay his head down, shut his eyes and slumber for some additional hours. Anybody who knew Zachary as a friend would undoubtedly agree, the man needed to rest. Quietly, Desmond stood in the doorway, observing the man he hesitantly loved.
Zachary managed to get the text message written up and sent, he'd then wait for a reply back only to hear footsteps coming from down the hall before his door was opened so that he could see Desmond peeking inside. "Your... you're still here. Thank god." He whispered, feeling relief over the idea of scaring Desmond away. He listened to Desmond's words before sighing softly, moving to sit on the bed before laying back to stare at the ceiling. "But.... I'm lonely." He whispered, wishing nothing more than to have Desmond to come closer into the room. "Won't you linger with me for a little bit?" He pleaded, looking at Desmond with the puppy dog eyes. As to show he'd lay down, he moved to adjust on the bed so that he was laying in the middle of it. "Or wait... I can move over to give you some room." He whispered, moving closer to the other side of the bed, before on accident falling off of it. "Ouch..." He whispered, moving a hand to rub his lower back as the other clung to his phone.
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