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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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.
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.
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.
Winter remained a cold time despite the sun shedding light across the snow-covered streets of Lorsette. Fresh snow laid on the ground below where people traversed the streets, fewer than expected on a sunny, winter day. Above the streets, Desmond's grey wings remained outstretched as he glided through the skies, freshly roused and prepared for another's daily work. Today's mission involved more serious affairs, specifically a training assignment the higher-ups decided he could handle suitably. While the ginger was never opposed to the notion of training an apprentice, he wished lessons could have been delayed considering there were a variety of other thoughts clouding his mind. There was plenty of occurring between himself and his crush, Zachary, which occasionally resulted in the young scout getting distracted or flustered through his own thoughts. [break][break] There were difficulties in sorting through his own emotions, the nephilim's heart insisting he should attempt to touch the thorny rose of love again and pray he would not be pricked maliciously again. Meanwhile, the cynical parts of his hearts constantly reminded him of the frightening breakup he had with Leon and of how used he felt afterwards. Everything appeared to be conflicting in Desmond's brain as he soared above the skies, eyes observing the people below. While he was not searching for terrors during these early hours of the morning, he preferred watching to assure there were no emergency situations. The journey to the TRS headquarters would be brief, Desmond informing his apprentice the day prior to meet him there during the early hours of the morning. Cold attempting to embrace the ginger-haired man as he proceeded to fly forward, soaring above the buildings with ease, but his temperature regulation bracelet allowed for his uniform to remain rather light. [break][break] Temperature regulation bracelets were a provided necessity which Desmond appreciated considering covering his large, grey wings in several layers was difficult, and naturally, would make the scout feel beyond bulky when he carried out his work. Even the notion of equipping numerous layers of clothes sounded bothersome to the nephilim, who definitely would prefer avoiding any situations which required the absurd commitment. As he flew, his air escaped his lips in steam as heat impacted against the frigid air of a Canadian winter. Eventually, the TRS headquarters entered Desmond's range of sight, the ginger preparing to land, expression remaining rather neutral. Under most circumstances, the ginger would be mischievously grinning while he planned a trick for his apprentice, however, this morning the concerns in his love life warded away the notions of pranks; he wished he could pour his heart out to Zachary without worrying about potentially getting hurt in the future. [break][break] The notion of revealing his deep emotions for the angel was surprising difficult despite Zachary confessing his love months prior; Desmond desperately wished everything was easier. A long exhale escaped the ginger's lips as he descended from the air speedily before pulling up to smoothly land on his feet. Promptly, he entered the TRS headquarters easily because of the scouting division uniform hugging his body. The dark navy and blacks with blue accents making his respective division obvious while silver text in impact font stated "TERROR RESPONSE SYNDICATE" and below it "SCOUTING DIVISION" on the back of the uniform's jacket. On the front was a simple nametag with the name "DESMOND WILTS" alongside his unit (unit two) which allowed many to recognize the trickster of the TRS. While his blue accents were a touch darker than average and his silver dulled down to make blending in easier, everything was easily legible. [break][break] Once through the front double doors of the TRS headquarters, Desmond found himself in the reception area where he went to interact with a secretary to receive a simplistic beginner's mission which he planned to take his apprentice on. While he would be required to teach his apprentice self-defence among other things, the mission was merely to locate a pipsqueak and a troublemaker, which were fairly simple ones. The ginger knew he could defend himself alongside his apprentice, which according to the file he received about his apprentice, was named Sadiya Ryder. The stranger was somebody Desmond never met, but he made certain to analyze a few simple details alongside the profile picture to allow himself to pick her out inside the main lobby once she arrived. The provided information mostly consisted of her basic information alongside a brief background check which made it evident she was possessed no felons. [break][break] While the ginger waited, he fetched a lollipop from the depths of his pocket, peeling off the wrapper and discarding it into a nearby trashcan. He placed the candy-coated end in his mouth, the taste of cherry playing across his taste buds before he moved off to the side, leaning against a wall with green eyes observing the front entrance. There was time to churn over information about his newest apprentice, the ginger remembering how the file stated her species, siren, which could easily possess a multitude of useful abilities for sneaking around. Admittedly, Desmond was hoping the training sessions would be fairly straight forward considering the woman's powers could easily cater to the world of scouting; she just needed the crucial attention to detail all scouts required. Without observing skills, a scout's eyes would be rather useless since tracking was a significant part of the job. [break][break] Hunters required somebody to stalk their pray and make assessments. Occasionally, this required scouts to call headquarters and request medical attention should their observations feed the belief of failure or nasty physical harm to the fighter. They were trackers, surveying for information and gathering the crucial pieces of data to allow for simple arrests of suspected Assembly of Phantoms members alongside the location of terrors who could be roaming the city. After years of serving the Terror Response Synidate as a scout, Desmond's analyzing and observation skills grew immensely, becoming extremely sharp. He learned to notice the varying calls of lies, his cynical attitude allowing for him to easily grow suspicious of potential enemies. Ten years of scouting and working in the TRS went miles in assisting the nephilim's capabilities, thus he supposed it was sensible the higher-ups would find it suitable to provide him with an apprentice despite his regularly mischievous attitude.
Steadily, Desmond proceeded to consume his lunch since finishing his meal could allow him to hastily flee for sleep. While he adored Zachary, conversing about the heavenly angel who entered his life was extremely fluster inducing; Desmond could hardly keep himself composed! His heart was beating a million miles per hour, threatening to decimate his ribcage to escape, proclaiming his emotions for the delightful doctor. There was a steady heat radiating from his face, maintaining a deep, red colouring to his complexion. The nephilim wished he possessed the courage to confess his intense feelings for Zachary, but he constantly found his thoughts lurking to the horrible break-up he went through with Leon. He provided a brief nod when Elysia stated it was a start, although, he mostly fixated on eating his food. Once he swallowed down his share of the wonderful lunch, he heard his sister's comment about rushing.
A soft smile touched his face, albeit, nervous before he answered, "It's fine... I should go to bed before I am too exhausted for tomorrow."
Afterwards, Desmond wiped his face before exiting the kitchen to head upstairs to where the bedrooms were; where the house lacked in width/length, it made up for in height. Once in his room, he closed the door, changed and finally snuggled into bed where he would sleep, hoping the silence would allow his flustered emotions to soothe.
Admittedly, Desmond knew his excuses for not asking Zachary out were rather profound considering he was aware Zachary possessed mutual feelings. The text was permanently burned in his head, those three words he never expected to see again. Witnessing the words I love you had caused Desmond's heart to skip several beats; he had never imagined the attractive angel stating he loved him. The nephilim adored the black-haired man, but in that instance, he failed to reciprocate the words because of his cynical feelings towards love. He found it difficult to trust the rose which had thorns, for he feared the possibility of being pricked again and left in a similar emotional state as before. Fortunately, Elysia's insistence left limited options for the male ginger, forcing him to possibly attempt asking Zachary out and perhaps confessing his deeply ingrained feelings for the doctor.
The mentioning of having dinner with Zachary already caused Desmond's heart to flutter madly. The image of him sitting with his crush while they enjoyed delightful food and conversation made his heartbeat elevate to extremely high amounts. Promptly, Elysia began her questionnaire to assist in gaining ideas for a potential date between himself and Zachary, the first revolving around how long they had hung out together.
"A year or two I think," he responded quietly.
Silently, Desmond began eating spoonfuls of soup, occasionally leaving it for a bite of the grilled cheese. His bites were slow as he anxiously conversed about the beautiful angel who stole his heart. The small ideas were surprising but still resulted in a faint shade of red touching the ginger's cheeks. Once he swallowed the delicious food, he prepared to answer Elysia's next barrage of questions.
"M-maybe," he murmured. "I've... had lunch with him before..."
There were plenty of moments where he and Zachary spent time together, specifically during his crush's vacation days where they enacted a deal for Desmond to spend the week with him. Those were the most nerve-wracking, yet, pleasant moments of the male ginger's life; he loved Zachary to bits. Slowly, the nephilim proceeded to eat his food, praying he could temporarily avoid the conversation by finishing his lunch and heading to bed. While he appreciated Elysia's attempts to help, speaking about Zachary caused great anxiety for Desmond.
Maintaining a calm disposition when asked relationship based questions was nearly impossible for Desmond, especially considering it was particularly aimed towards the attractive Zachary Everett. The angelic doctor captured his broken heart quickly once they began spending time together on a regular basis. The man was extremely sweet towards him, displaying a genuine kindness and respect to personal space, although, each second caused the ginger to believe he would become the victim of a heart attack. There were memories of days where Zachary pleaded for the chance to be closer, resulting in Desmond's cheeks reddening further from the sheer thought. When the horde in the coastal area occurred, the ginger recalled his begging to lay next him while he proceeded to rest after being devastatingly injured in an altercation with his ex and a medium risk terror.
The soft giggled accompanied by another poke resulted in the male ginger's blush deepening, allowing it to cover the bridge of his nose alongside the tips of his ears. It was obvious Elysia noticed his sudden fluster when Zachary was mentioned; his heart always skipped beats whenever the handsome doctor was mentioned. There was an evident smile of triumph on his sister's face when the pair sat to enjoy their lunch. As the soup was dished out equally, Elysia mentioned the possibility of setting them on a date. Immediately, the nephilim's eyes widened as his heart began beating wildly.
"Wh-what?! I... I don't know if I can do that! What if I mess up and make him hate me?!" Desmond inquired anxiously.
Uncharacteristically, Desmond was nervous about interacting with another person, which contrast against his usually carefree attitude. After being alienated from romance after an abrupt heart break, he remained concerned over the past reoccuring, leaving him upset and more distrusting of the emotion. He prayed, somehow, he could manage to gain the opportunity to date Zachary and have everything proceed as he desired. Once the soup was dished out, the male ginger slowly began eating from the bowl, leaving his grilled cheese for the time being.
More chuckled escaped Desmond's mouth in response to Elysia's flustered expression. A broad smirk remained evident across his lips, the nephilim obviously being amused by creating the reaction. These were the times where the male ginger would be surprised nobody attempted to date his sister, she was extremely sweet and a hard worker. From a sibling prospect, Desmond considered his sister a perfect potential girlfriend, but the problem was finding a good suitor. Eventually arrived vengeance for his playful teasing when Elysia decided to shift the conversation to Zachary. Fixation was placed on the gentle swirling of the orange liquid, Desmond's whisk thoroughly stirring the tomato soup. Maintaining a placid expression during conversations about Zachary was nearly impossible for the nephilim, his handsome crush always causing his heart to rapidly beat. It pounded hard against his chest, rallying for escape because of Desmond's intense romantic feelings towards the angel.
Everything about Zachary was attractive to Desmond, including his endearing and kind personality; he simply could not resist. The ginger's green eyes remained trained on the whisk stirring through the bowl's contents, extensive breaths leaving his mouth in a desperate attempt to calm himself, however, Elysia noticed before Desmond could keep his reddened cheeks hidden. The question accompanied by the friendly poked resulted in the nephilim's heart rate elevated, his cheeks deepening in colour. The proceeding inquiries caused Desmond heartbeat to continue increasing.
"NO!" Desmond shouted, cheeks red. "J-just hanging out... N-nothing more... n-not like he said he... l-liked me or anything..."
The stuttered answer was accompanied by an awkward laugh, the nephilim already knowing he said too much. The male ginger silently placed the whisk into the sink before carrying the bowl over to the table. After his first relationship, Desmond remained hesitant and frightened at the notion of entering another one, thus he could hardly contain himself when Elysia mentioned possibly dropping hints. While he craved to hear those sweet words, receive hugs and other displays of affection from Zachary, Desmond's heart feared to break again.
They worked beside one another, Desmond proceeding to steadily stir the contents in the bowl while his sister cooked the grilled cheese for their lunch. the pleasant sizzle from the bread being laid unto the warm pan which already made the nephilim hunger for food. Work was straightforward but nonetheless strenuous and hunger-inducing. The male ginger continued whisking the bowl of soup until finally all the slimy soup mix properly mixed into the milk placed into the bowl. For a few moments, Desmond scrutinized the soup before grinning down at the mixture. The glass bowl was picked up from the counter, the male ginger sliding the bow into the microwave before punching in the numbers. After the start button was hit, the microwave began humming, warming the contents inside. While Desmond proceeded to grab two more bowls while he listened to Elysia.
There was a short laugh when his younger sister mentioned no boy troubles, the nephilim chuckled, glancing behind him to witness her cheeks go red. It was amusing to fluster Elysia with notions like boy troubles. When work was mentioned, Desmond responded with a simple shrug.
"Uneventful, so I would say good," Desmond answered.
The instant Elysia mentioned Zachary, his heart skipped a beat as his cheeks turned a soft red colour. Merely mentioning the beautiful angel's name caused Desmond's heart to beat wildly in joy as he imagined the dark-haired man; he was so handsome. There were plenty of things that transpired between himself and the delightful doctor who he crushed on. After a few moments, the nephilim glanced away, his cheeks still reddened.
"Zac is good... We've been hanging out a lot lately," Desmond murmured nervously.
While Desmond's heart proceeded to rapidly beat inside the cage of his chest. His beloved crush caused these intense emotions to conquer his thoughts, fixating them on the beautiful man. There was something special about the man, allowing the male ginger to enjoy his company. After a few minutes, the microwave beeped, declaring the heating process as done. Hastily, Desmond fetched the whisk before taking the bowl out of the microwave to stir; it was an excuse to avoid the gazes of his sister.
There was a pause as Desmond waited for his sister to provide the long-awaited answer of what they would eat for lunch. Grilled cheese and tomato soup was the ultimate verdict for their food. The choice could easily be divided into two jobs, his sister easily taking command of the kitchen, albeit, in a kind and polite manner. Admittedly, the nephilim preferred receiving an easier job because of the sleepiness that plagued him. Knowing his luck, he would glance away for a few moments and accidentally burn the food. A smile touched the trickster's lips as he provided his sister with a nod of agreement to the assigned job. Promptly afterwards the cooking began, Desmond walking towards the pantry and grabbing a can of tomato soup. The can be placed onto the counter before Desmond went to grab a suitable bowl and the can opener; temporarily placing the can opener into the glass bowl. After they were placed on the counter beside the soup can, the nephilim quickly grabbed the milk and whisk.
In a few simple and quickly times moves, Desmond secured the can opener and began twisting the knob to begin the process. Once the cutter began opening the can, the male ginger glanced towards his little sister, a curious gleam in his green eyes.
“So, how’s school going?” Desmond inquired. “Anyone causing you trouble?”
There were a few of these quieter moments when the nephilim gained the opportunity to have a proper conversation with his younger sister. As a result, he fretted about her well-being occasionally despite knowing she possessed a safer occupation than his own. There were past incidents where Desmond’s younger sister had gotten tangled in, the most prominent involving young boys who adored her kindness. Smoothly, Desmond proceeded to twist the handle until the metal top was cut from the can. With cautious fingers, the scout adjusted the sharp, metal circle until finally he could pluck it from the top and toss it into the trash can. Once the lid was removed, the thick, orange contents of the can be poured into the bowl. Shortly afterwards, milk was poured into the can to properly measure the ratio before being poured into the bowl. As the whisking process began, Desmond’s eyes flitted between his sister and the orange liquid forming in the bowl.
There was a constant confliction of schedules inside the Wilts household, although, after the abrupt leaving of their mother, it was inevitable. Their father earned a limited amount of income despite working himself to the bone, thus stepping in to keep everything together was necessary. Oftentimes, Desmond found himself receiving a handful of peculiar hour frames because of his occupation as a scout and father was frequently taking overtime or finding a temporary second job to assure they could live well. This resulted in Elysia being left in charge of cooking on most occasions, although, Desmond would attempt to assist whenever he was available. The male ginger enjoyed helping his sister which resulted in these opportunities being taken when they were presented; besides, his younger sister was a wonderful cook and he felt this was the small thanks he could provide for hundreds of meals.
The teasing about indecisiveness resulted in a quiet chuckle escaping Desmond's throat, a wide grin stretching across his cheeks. While Elysia provided some options, the male ginger remained near the table, pondering the possibilities of what they could eat. After his long shift scouting, he figured simplicity was a better option, furthermore, that would grant his sister a break from spending so much time cooking.
"Let's stick with whatever is easier and quicker. I still have to sleep after all," Desmond suggested.
While Desmond was certain he could recover quickly from the extensive work shift, it was a favoured approach. Hours of hard work made the plush surface of a bed and cozy embrace of blankets a pleasant thought. He yearned for those quiet moments in a bed, the weariness weighing more than expected.
There was endless enjoyment in bothering his younger sister, the mischievious nephilim rarely missing opportunities to provide some light-hearted tricks or scares. In their family, these tricks and scares were common because of Desmond's presence in the abode. The male ginger enjoyed the humour in hassling others with a harmless prank, it was irresistible. A chuckle escaped his mouth at the teasing since the master of disaster sounded right to the nephilim. There was no denying the occurrences of disasters because of his tricks, large messes being a common result of these pranks Desmond would frequently pull. Numerous evenings were spent cleaning up after his tricks, although, replaying the reaction made every second worth the proceeding turmoil. Another chuckle escaped the scout's lips at the mentioning of Elysia having tricks up her sleeves. The male ginger was already arranging plans to avoid the tricks whirling in his sister's mind; he needed to keep his title as a trickster.
The smile towards his offer to help was reassuring, Desmond promptly reciprocating the action by allowing a grin to stretch across his lips. When provided the opportunity to pick the food of choice, the male gave a small shrug in response. There were rarely foods he disliked, although, he always preferred sweeter tastes because of his sugar addiction.
"I'm not picky," he began. "Pick whatever you want and I will eat."
A reassuring smile touched Desmond's lips as he took a few steps further into the kitchen. He waited near the small, wooden table where their meals were oftentimes eaten. While the scout was capable of cooking, he believed Elysia was better at the activity, thus he waited patiently for his sister to provide the instructions.
Growing up alongside Elysia resulted in numerous occasions to scare his younger sister. While some opportunities were missed on occasion, Desmond still discovered plenty of chances to spook her. The temptation was difficult for the mischievous nephilim to resist, especially considering the priceless reactions he was rewarded with whenever he managed to startle Elysia. There were even times where the young man would startle his father, oftentimes resulting in a sigh before it progressed to laughter. After mother had disappeared during the evening hours, they grew closer and supported one another. Thus, Desmond was capable of startling or tricking his family without any punishments; unless the trick went completely out of control. Furthermore, his family struggled to obtain sweet revenge considering his mastery in tricks.
here were moments when Desmond would remain nonchalant during attempts to startle him or notice before they could accomplish frightening him. Multiple of these moments resulted in the male ginger leading his unfortunate father into one of Elysia’s traps while he stood silently smirking.
“You say that, but we both know I am the master in this household,” Desmond teased. “You would have to try extra hard for that, Ely.”
An amused smirk touched his lips at the notion of Elysia startling him. There were suggestions Desmond could provide his sister to improve her skills, but he preferred avoiding the receiving end of her jokes. After a few moments, the nephilim pushed away from the wall, lifting his arms high to stretch his shoulders. Initially, he planned to retreat to his room for rest, until his sister offered him something to eat. During his scouting missions, Desmond rarely realized how hungry he was, thus the offered reminded him he should eat before resting.
“That would be great!” He exclaimed with a grin, excited to have Elysia’s cooking. “Might as well eat something before heading off to sleep. Do you want any help?”
The broad grin remained across Desmond’s lips as he ventured further into the kitchen. While the scout’s cooking skills were passable, he still enjoyed helping his younger sister if she allowed it.
There would be some who would find Desmond’s actions to be rather rude, especially considering the recent robbery. On some occasions, people would nearly start reacting with their fight response rather than simply fleeing; or in his sister’s case, screaming. Either way, the mischievous nephilim was rather amused with the provided reaction. A grin remained on his face, the male ginger already aware that revenge from his sister was unlikely, although, he would still remain alert. While the scout possessed his doubts, he preferred to make certain rather than facing Elysia's wrath in the future. When his sister stuck his tongue out, Desmond chuckled in response, shortly leaning against the frame of the living room entrance. Smoothly, he twisted off the cap to his water bottle and took a few gulps of the refreshing liquid.
Once he finished drinking, a few small laughs escaped his throat. The nephilim was hoping that Elysia would be unable to enact revenge, the young scout preferring to remain the primary trickster. The mentioning of work captured his attention, the nephilim shrugging.
“That’s good, less worries for me,” he teased. “As for me being home, just a bit earlier than I thought. My relief came early, so I was able to leave. Not to mention I worked all night, so they probably didn’t want to keep me waiting.”
The male ginger nodded in response to his sister’s explanation. The question promptly being turned back to him. After being home for only a few minutes, Desmond had not gained the opportunity to do much else.
“Just work so far. I was too busy startling you to get any further,” he answered with a chuckle.
While a few minutes had passed, Desmond remained amused over the memory of frightening his sister. Startling her was beyond fun and the trickster had no regrets about what he accomplished.
After extensive hours spent scrutinizing the streets for suspicious terror activity, Desmond had grown tired. Before the sun had climbed over the horizon, the nephilim had been performing his duties as a TRS scout. It began with soaring above through the cold air of autumn, the temperature regulating charm managing to keep he maintain his body heat despite the weather. Throughout the morning, he had been seeking information about the possible location of terrors. The TRS uniform that embraced him made his affiliation obvious, the colours providing further details on his division. As the morning progressed with a frightening slowness, Desmond found himself weary as boredom invaded his mind. These were the type of days he would despise. Each second would be counted down as the nephilim awaited freedom to head home or possibly text his beloved crush.
When the next scout arrived to take his place, the male ginger headed on course to home. As usual, Desmond's grey wings stretched far as he flew home, the simple method of transportation proving to be useful and cost-effective for his family's living situation. He headed towards the southern section of the city where homes conquered the landscape with minimal businesses to interruptive the onslaught of housing. The nephilim's green eyes scrutinized the ground below from habit, watching the people below provide a lazy gaze towards the skies when his shadow passed. Once he noticed their small home amidst the others, Desmond swooped down to land at the front porch. A glance was taken behind him, the memory of the recent robbery in the area still fresh in his mind. He entered through the front door, unlocking it before closing it behind him louder than expected.
He believed he was the only one home, but Desmond's soft-footed steps from years of scouting made him difficult to hear. The ginger kicked his boots off at the door before continuing through the house, heading to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water before leaving the room. There was the subtle sounds of footsteps, the nephilim promptly keeping himself hidden to observe the possible perpetrator. A mischievous smirk crossed his lips when he noticed the long, ginger hair of his little sister Elysia; why she was home so early, Desmond was unsure. He watched for a few moments, avoiding her eyes with the assistance of teleports and his own quietness. When the opportunity presented itself, he stationed him behind her as she backing out of the kitchen. A loud scream shortly echoed through the home as Desmond chuckled back in response.
"Oh c'mon, scaring you is too tempting. Besides, Halloween is coming up, I am just preparing you," he teased playfully. "I didn't even know you were home until a few moments ago. By the way, why are you home so early?"
An opportunity to startle his younger sister could be occasionally too tempting to resist, although, Desmond always remained cautious about accomplishing it too frequently. While it always amused him, the nephilim did not desire to anger his sister too much; he did still care after all. As he awaited an answer, the male ginger took a sip from the water bottle.
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