THE MOST PAINFUL GOODBYES ARE,

The odd direction that his crush had taken resulted in Desmond following him, observing the man's movements. They entered the kitchen, the nephilim glancing around in confusion at the location that Zachary had chosen; why exactly were they in here? The attractive angel required sleep after days of exhaustion, although, there was the possibility that his crush was hungry. A few more hesitant steps were taken into the kitchen, the ginger wondering why the doctor had not answered his question. When Zachary closed the distance between himself and the coffee maker, a frown touched Desmond's lips; the man was determined to remain awake. Concern increased as the nephilim began walking closer to his crush, desiring for rest instead of coffee. He could not allow for Zachary to get caffeine in his system in a desperate attempt to remain awake since the man needed rest.

"Zac... please, just go to sleep. You need rest and we both know that" Desmond insisted gently. "Nobody will be upset if you decide to sleep instead of play the game. Please, lay down... you need to rest."

The distance was closed slowly as Zachary began rounding the corner, Desmond reaching towards him in hopes of grabbing the angel's shoulder. Before he could gain a firm grip, there was a sudden jerk in motion as they both lost balance. It became obvious that Zachary had fallen, Desmond believing it was possibly from the exhaustion the man felt. Together, they began falling towards the ground, the loud sound of trashcan's sudden disturbance entering the air briefly. Once Desmond collided with the floor, he felt the trashcan smack into his lower shoulder before rolling off. The contents spilled, trash covering them immediately, although, Desmond could barely notice. There was heat settling on his cheeks as blood coursed towards them, giving them a vivid red tint. Suddenly, the ginger's heart rate increased immensely as though it was rattling against his ribcage the longer they remained position.

The unexpected fall had left Desmond on top of his beloved crush, the ginger's apprehension towards touching sparking hastily. They were within an extremely close proximity, the scout hovering above his friend, frozen as the anxieties invaded his mind at a high intensity. The apology made the nephilim's eyes flit towards the attractive angel, cheeks turning redder when he witnessed the man's blush. Breathing became faster, more shallow than usual from close proximity with the man he loved.

"I-i-it's fine!" He squeaked out louder than intended.

Embarrassment claimed the ginger quickly as he pulled away from Zachary and rose, retreating from the scene for a few moments in a fluster. Breaths were forced into extensive ones, the nephilim attempting to sooth the intense emotions of anxiety. After acquiring a moment to gain composure, Desmond returned to assist the attractive angel in getting up and cleaned from the messy incident. Once again, he sent Zachary to bed, cleaned and making certain to leave fresh clothes out. The nephilim returned to the kitchen, a sigh escaping his lips as he gazed down at his filthy clothes; once Tobias and Alice returned, he would teleport home and clean up. While occasionally checking in on Zachary to make certain he was resting, Desmond began cleaning up the mess created by the trash can. The floor was freshly cleaned, the nephilim taking extra care to keep away atrocious scents and any dirt marks from the floor.

THE MOST PAINFUL GOODBYES ARE,

While a splendid walk along the streets of Lorsette with his crush appeared marvellous, Desmond could not allow for Zachary to walk home. There were several symptoms that displayed a exhaustion that had the potential to be harmful to the angel's health. It left the ginger worried despite his usual offhand disposition, making it impossible to allow his crush to walk home. When no argument was provided against the concept of teleporting, the nephilim relaxed slightly. The concerns about Zachary insisting to walk were quieted with the quiet nod of agreement that the angel provided. The walk could have been filled with a pleasant exchanging of words, but push the attractive man further than exhaustion had to be avoided. The concept of his crush fainting from exhaustion during their walk was frightening and suggested a panicked return to the hospital with Zachary being the patient.

Extensive breathing claimed Desmond as he attempted to calm himself for the close proximity required for teleporting after the angel made a verbal agreement. Gradually, the ginger inched towards his crush, his hands shaking slightly with the approach. While the distance was closed, Desmond silently wished that he could become better at touching considering even minimal contact could bother him depending on the individual. He could playfully be poking somebody, but when it came to his crush, Desmond would transform into a series of shaky movements even getting close; he feared the development of an intimate relationship despite his desperate craving. Slowly, Desmond managed to gently grab Zachary's upper arm and teleport them. Their figures were obscured in a brilliant white light as the nephilim teleported them. After a few moments, they vanished from the front of the hospital, appearing in Zachary's living room.

For a few moments, Desmond glanced around to make certain the surroundings were correct despite his awareness. Mistakes were usually only made whenever the ginger was tired, but after the bathroom incident, he wanted to avoid teleporting into incorrect locations.

"Let's get you to bed," Desmond murmured quietly.

With a soft, shaky grip, the nephilim attempted to lead his crush towards his bedroom for rest; the man still required it after all.

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Injured, Desmond continued running with each step surging immense pain from the puncture wounds in his leg. His wing was ruined, sporting a nasty and large bullet wound. It appeared unnatural, suggesting the possibility of magic interferance. Blood dribbled from it, staining his feathers with ugly red, making them stick together unpleasantly. The terror continued chasing him, the nephilim being forced to rely on his inferior running abilities. His wings closed, the damaged one twitching in pain as he pressed it against his back. There was a shout which earned Desmond's attention, his green eyes widened as he heard the name and saw the familiar face of Zachary. The man he cared about most had left the safety of the hospital. Unfortunately, the nephilim was forced continue running instead of fixating on his crush, pain continuing to errupt in his leg.

Suddenly, there was a phantom pain that caused Desmond to glance behind him, noticing the mutant has bit down onto Zachary's arm. The nephilim's eyes widened as he slowed down, nearly losing balance from the injury. There was a palpitation in Desmond's heart as he began to fret over his crush who seemed determined to protect him. There was static, electricity coming from Zachary's hands, one of the attractive angel's wings smacking into the creature. The nephilim was about to turn back to assist, but the settling unsteadiness of his injured ankle and fast turn sent him plummeting back to the ground. While he was on the ground, the ginger witnessed her lurking, the Assembly member closing in on his crush while the mutant was pulled away.

"ZAC, LOOK OUT!" He shouted, attempting to rise from the muddy ground.

The nephilim was filthy, grass, blood and mud covering his once pristine uniform. Wobbly, he managed to his feet, flinching from the phantom pain erupting in his side. Slowly, his eyes gazed towards the dagger that was freshly slickened with blood and the fresh wound in Zachary's side. With a glare settling across his countenance, Desmond rushed forward until to be halted by the barrel of the gun. The scout flinched, feeling helplessness consume him as the weapon continued being aimed towards him. When Zachary spoke, running towards the Assembly woman, there was solace. The gun's barrel was knocked away, sound erupting into the air as the trigger was pulled and another momentary fight between Zachary and his ex-girlfriend began, phantom pain touching the nephilim's side again. The words coming from the woman's mouth made Desmond flinch. When Zachary stepped back beside him, the ginger glanced at his crush with a worried expression, the arrival of the security guard failing to cease his concerns.

They were teleported into the hospital, Desmond placing a hand against the wall to lesson the weight on his wounded leg. The damage was worse than expected, the mutant's sharp teeth tearing through plenty of flesh. There were gashes accompanying the puncture wounds from the various wild kicks that had granted the nephilim his freedom. Slowly, his eyes returned to Zachary, watching his crush lean against the wall as red tainted the brisk whiteness of his dress shirt. The ginger's green eyes widened at the sight, heart palpitating with worry as phantom pain burned into his side.

"ZAC!" He shouted, concern touching his words.

Hastily, he pushed away from the wall with movements too quick and careless towards his own injuries. He fell quick as pain jolted through his leg, resulting in him slamming towards the hard tiles and flinching. The pains were nearly unbearable, the nephilim being thankful that the injures were not similar to the gash he received from a Razor years ago. Slowly, Desmond gazed at his crush from the floor, concern consuming his expression.

"Why?! Zac, you were supposed to stay inside, you weren't supposed to get hurt," he responded, distress touching his voice.

There was blood dirtying the floor, alongside the mud the unfortunate ginger had dragged in. Gradually, he managed back to his feet, limping towards his crush with concern in his countenance.

THE MOST PAINFUL GOODBYES ARE,

The clouds in the sky grew thicker, gathering and shortly releasing the rain they held in thin needles. Screams were prominent as the war began between the horde and the TRS, which kept the scouts busy tracking the horde's location. High above the ground, Desmond flew, his green eyes scrutinizing the ground below while sparing glances for possible aerial enemies. There was intense stress within the situation as the scout found his thoughts wandering, his eyes sparing glances towards the hospital. Consistently, he would fret over the physical condition of his crush and now the man he cherished was in a dangerous situation. Several loops were made, the nephilim avoiding the brunt of any fighting while he continued investigating for possible enemies. When the radio sparked to life, dread-filled Desmond's eyes as somebody mentioned the possibility of a mutant diverting from the group and wandering into Lorsette General Hospital.

Suddenly, circumstances changes with Desmond's heart beginning to beat rapidly while he changed course towards that direction. Somebody needed to flush the creature out of the hospital, and hastily the ginger volunteered despite the danger. Allowing his crush to possibly injured by the malicious mutant was UNACCEPTABLE! The nephilim's wings carried him speedily across the distance, the scout quickly providing the hunters below with a quick synapse of his plan before teleporting to the upper floor. There were concerns that the terror could have managed to weave its way through the stairwell, which meant heading downwards appeared to be a better course of action. The scout folded his grey wings as he teleported into the chaos of doctors, nurses and patients rushing through the hallways during the lockdown. Hastily, the nephilim managed to squeeze through the crowded hallway, drawing closer to the stairwell. He shoved through the door, his noise immediately notices the sounds of moving mechanisms accompanied by heavy thuds.

Quickly, Desmond rushed towards the edge of the stairs, his green eyes glancing down at the horror show below him. The scout's eyes widened as he realized Zachary was injured; the terror was attacking his crush. Without hesitation, the nephilim climbed the rail, steadying himself and balancing while he glanced below. Light poured through the stairway, a stunning tactic done by the attractive angel who was attempting to escape. With a deep breath, Desmond tipped over the rail into a dive, wings remaining steady at his sides while his hand reached forward. More extensive breaths were taken as the nephilim fell through the gap, arm extended with plans of touching the dog-like terror. Each second, the distance closed and Desmond fixated on the objective; teleport the creature out and allow the hunters to kill it. The ginger's wings twitched, opening as he fell closer to the ground floor. When his hand collided with the creature's back, there was a bright light as Desmond and the mutant teleported out of the building.

The rain was falling heavier when Desmond returned to the outside world, the nephilim pulling up into the sky. The mutant growled beneath him while the scout searched for the hunters; where had they gone? Before he could complete his survey of the area, pain erupted through the ginger's right wing, blood dripping down from wing as Desmond screamed from the pain. Immediately, his body was falling, the nephilim finally noticing one of the hunter dead while the other struggled with an Assembly member. Backup was being called, but Desmond wondered if they would arrive in time while he was thrown to the ground. The pain was unbearable, the nephilim slowly attempting to rise, his eyes slowly searching and noticing the mutant hover above. A swear escaped Desmond's mouth, the scout being forced into teleporting to avoid the enormous claws of the terror. The white light was momentary, the nephilim wobbling as he landed on his feet, somewhat dazed from the pain.

His green eyes wandered to his damaged wing, noticing the immense damage it had taken; there was no possible way he could fly. Gradually, Desmond's eyes returned to the mutant as it rushed him. There was a menacing appearance on the creature's as it realized its new prey could no longer flee from the scene. The ginger was exhausted from teleporting and freshly injured, making Desmond flinch in realization. When the terror approached, the scout attempted to dive out of reach, only to sharp teeth puncture his left leg. The nephilim fell to the ground, immediately kicking out towards the terror in a desperate attempt to force the dog-like mutant to release him. The forceful kicks forced the terror to release, leaving several deep puncture wounds beneath Desmond's pants. Slowly, he returned to his feet, attempting to create some distance between himself and the mutant. Pain flared in his wounded leg, the nephilim trying to remain steady and avoid the vicious creature gaining on him.

THE MOST PAINFUL GOODBYES ARE,

There was a mixture of anger and sorrow pumping through Desmond's veins as he turned away from Leon. The extensive amount of time they spent together felt null after the heartbreaking breakup that occurred between them. Those numerous days where locked himself away in his room, tears sliding down his face because the first person he devoted himself decided he was not good enough; or at least that was Desmond's thoughts on the matter. The numerous negative emotions the nephilim was feeling was being reflected in the sky as the storm grew more vicious. Rain fell in thick, icy needles, soaking his clothing as the water overwhelmed the fabric. The wind increased, ripping through the outskirts and chilling anybody foolish enough to remain outside in the ill-favourable weather. As the upset emotions would build, the storm's strength would grow within the area.

Unfortunately, the nephilim remained locked in an emotional battle with his ex-boyfriend where neither party would escape without their share of emotional wounds. They were upset, both appearing unable to talk through the issues between them and shortly resorting to yelling because of a single reaction. While he would not admit it, Desmond had instigated the yelling contest between them by greeting Leon with an intense bitterness from suddenly opened mental wounds. It was obvious the situation was transpiring horribly as emotions ran high. When Leon began yelling back to him, Desmond turned with faint hints of misty tears in his green eyes. He wished he could continue ignoring the pains from the breakup, from those horrible memories.

"SCARED?! HOW DO YOU THINK I WAS FEELING?!" Desmond yelled back. "You were the first person I cared about that way and instead of talking with me about it, you broke up with me! YOU COULD HAVE JUST SAID I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH OR TOLD ME WHY! INSTEAD, YOU JUST LEFT ME ALL ALONE!"

The rain began falling harder as Desmond found himself growing more upset. He wanted to run away from this entire situation and hide somewhere until he returned to composure. Peculiarly, he desired Zachary's company, wanting to hear the calming words from the man who displayed a genuine care for him. There was a soothing essence in the angel's presence, and Desmond was craving it given the current situation. When the apology was provided, Desmond froze, uncertain on how exactly to respond or do. The tears were gradually rolling down his face, the ginger noticing the matching pair on Leon's face. Mere interaction appeared to be hurting them since memories of the horrible actions were shared between them. Wordlessly, Desmond turned away from his ex-boyfriend, rubbing his tearful eyes. The last individual he wanted to see him cry was Leon, especially after what happened.

Gradually, his breath grew shaky, the nephilim finding difficulty in calming down from the intensity. While he finally received an apology from the dreadful occurrences that transpired during the time they were dating, it changed nothing. They had already spent several minutes exposing themselves to the elements just to yell at each other. They both were driven to distressing points from mere interactions.

"... Feel any better?" He mumbled before continuing down the sidewalk.

There was a mild trembling to Desmond's movements while he continued to roughly wipe away any signs of crying from his face. His cheeks had taken a red, swelled appearance from the amount of crying he had accomplished. Out of all people he had to see today, why did it have to be Leon? Even if he needed to listen to the words, it only decreased his mood entirely. While he continued down the sidewalk in slow steps, his grey wings disappeared; they were not needed for the time being.

THE MOST PAINFUL GOODBYES ARE,

Fretting over Zachary's condition had become nature to Desmond. After witnessing the exhausted state that his crush would be left in after work, the ginger was insisting of making certain the man remained well rested. The gentle shaking eventually woke the attractive angel, Desmond taking a few moments to analyze the adorable appearance of the man he cared about; Zachary was beautiful inside and out. There was nothing that the ginger could respond with when Zachary muttered about not desiring to be alone. Blush covered Desmond's face, his eyes widening at the cute comment that the attractive angel had provided. His heart was fluttering like a bird trapped in a cage, demanding for freedom, for bravery to display the hidden emotions, but Desmond lacked the courage. The underlying fear remained, increasing anxieties of rejection or getting similar treatment when Leon broke up with him.

There was no possible way he could display the affection he harbored, his stomach churning at the negative thoughts. He wished he could sweep Zachary off his feet, hold his hand and provide everlasting hugs of support, but Desmond remained frightened of intimate touch as remote as it could possibly be.

"Zac, you need to sleep," Desmond squeaked out in a whisper. "What if you get sick?"

The ginger was find it difficult to speak from the rapid palpitations of his heart. During these moments, Desmond swore that Zachary was the most adorable man throughout the four dimensions. Breathing was slowed in a desperate attempt to reach a calmer state, the journey there being gradual. The apology caused a soft look to enter Desmond's eyes as he glanced towards Zachary.

"You have nothing to apologize for... You are exhausted, Zac," he stated softly.

He continued gazing at his crush with softness in his eyes. Those feelings he held sparked, Desmond desiring to see his crush get the rest he needed and deserved. There were desires, Desmond wishing he could provide the comfort that Zachary wanted; the comfort of closeness.

THE MOST PAINFUL GOODBYES ARE,

The weak smile that touched Zachary's lips brought a grown to Desmond as the fretting continued. Concern touched the countenance of the nephilim as his green eyes remained locked on the doctor who he cared immensely about; already his heart was fluttering. There was always an attractive essence to Zachary, but the palpitations were a mixture of love and concern. Assisting his friend currently was requirement and Desmond was determined to help his friend rest to avoid possible sickness or fainting. The answer of Alice's location was responded to with a gentle nod, the scout still staring as he left Zachary's office. While he understand why the intense care for his patients was required, the ginger knew the man required some form of rest from the constant exhaustion and stress. For a moment, the nephilim paused after leaving the door.

"Do you need to talk to anybody before you leave? You know, because you are taking time off," Desmond asked sternly.

If Zachary was going to intentional avoid resting, than the nephilim would remain determined in fretting over the adorable man. There was no possible way that the ginger would allow the attractive angel to slip through without getting those necessary days off; the gods knew he needed them. When retrieving Alice from school was mentioned, a worrisome sigh escaped Desmond's lips as his eyes softened, still staring at Zachary.

"Don't worry about it, I will pick her up and babysit. You need to rest, Zac. I am serious," Desmond insisted.

While the nephilim cared plenty about his crush, he was aware Zachary required time to sleep. Long days at work possessed a negative effect, which was obvious when Desmond gazed at the angel's face. Rest was required, several days of it to recover from the exhausting week. The fretting was consistent, the ginger's heart consistently fluttering with worry while he walked down the hallway alongside Zachary. His green eyes flitted away after a few moments, a gentle red touching Desmond's cheeks; Zachary was simply too adorable. The stairwell door was opened with a loud click, Desmond blushing further when Zachary allowed for him to pass through the threshold first. By all degrees, this man could be considered a gentleman, which resulted in the deep red that touched Desmond's cheeks.

Hastily, the nephilim passed though, nervousness touching his steps and appreciation glimmering in his green eyes. While opening a door for another individual may be considered a mundane and polite action, Desmond found that it was meaningful when Zachary accomplished.

"Th-thank-you," Desmond responded bashfully.

Immediately, the heat in the nephilim's face increased, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. The stutter left him embarrassed, causing him to glance away in concern that Zachary would witness him blushing.