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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Even during drearier weather, Desmond still found himself captured by the bindings of work to scout the vast city of Lorsette. The Assembly would not hesitate to forcefully spread their beliefs because of a gradually approaching rain. Thus, the ginger tugged on his TRS jacket, the dark colours alongside the blue making his occupation obvious to anybody who witnessed him. He was given the responsibility of scouting the outskirts, a vast location renown for both Assembly and criminal activity. Constantly, it became a concern to the TRS considering the high concentration of illegal activity. Thus, Desmond soared above the buildings, his grey wings stretching from his back and occasionally flapping to keep himself above. There was a dampness to the air, the chill only being warded by the temperature regulation bracelet around his wrist.
The light drizzling was oddly calming, Desmond listening to the soft founds of small drops colliding with his wings and jacket. As time progressed, the rain began falling harder in larger drops while dark clouds gathered thick in the skies above. There was a grimace that settled onto the ginger's face while his hair and uniform began getting soaked from the rain. For a moment, he paused, hovering in the sky while his eyes scanned the horizon. There was thin streak of light shooting through the dark clouds for a mere few seconds, the jagged line displaying a truth that caused an annoyed grumble to leave Desmond's mouth. A thunderstorm was arriving, which became obvious as the loud boom proceeded shortly after he witnessed the light. Flying in the midst of a storm was a horrible idea since he risked electrocution or the harsh pelting of possible hail.
With the thought in mind, Desmond leaned back, ceasing the flapping of his wings to dive towards the ground. Air rushed passed him, the rain moving in seemingly slow motion while he fell alongside it. When his body drew closer towards the earth, his wings stretched out, the scout pulling up a few meters before the ground to gently land on sidewalk. A quick survey of his surroundings were taken, Desmond easily noticed the lack of people in the area; they likely retreated inside because of the stormy weather. A gentle sigh escaped the ginger's lips while his wings pressed up against his back, ready for the possible of required usage. Slowly, he continued down the sidewalk, his eyes wandering around the outskirts while he searched for other individuals occupying the outskirts. Movement was lacking, the only exception being the occasion car that drove down the streets, some splashing water onto the monotone sidewalk.
The scout remained close to the buildings in an attempt to avoid being sprayed while he walked down the street. A corner approached, Desmond planning to round only to bump into another individual; likely somebody attempting to escape the rain. In reaction, the scout backpedaled a few small steps, his eyes glancing towards the other person. Immediately, the ginger stiffened, eyes narrowing into a glare as he recognized the familiar face. The brown hair, green eyes and facial construct of his ex-boyfriend who generated all those special emotions only to smash them. Those hurt feelings remained in his heart, surging emotions of distress from merely witnessing the man.
"OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE TO BUMP INTO, WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE YOU?!" He exclaimed, crossing his arms and looking away. "BY THE WAY, IF YOU CAN'T TELL, I AM STILL NOT HAPPY WITH WHAT YOU DID!"
Rapidly the agitated emotions arrived, Desmond still possessing the sorrow and anger that occurred when the relationship had ended. In the ginger's eyes, Leon was merely a manipulator who had decided to torment him, leading him on with those displays of affection. An annoyed groan escaped his mouth, the scout attempting to walk past the brunette without uttering an apology.
Increasing the amount of time he was spending with Zachary was transforming into a nerve-wracking positive. Constantly, the nephilim found himself concerned that he would state the wrong thing or accomplish something to unintentional upset the attractive angel. There was a special quality to his crush that generated desires to learn the art of romance again despite his timidness towards the concept. It fueled the motivation to accompany Zachary back towards his office. The slow walk towards his crush's office was anxious for Desmond, his heart pounding rapidly while concerns about accidentally pushing his crush away kept passing through his mind. There was an awkward silence, the nephilim being completely uncertain on what exactly to say while they transcended the stairs. Time passed slowly for the ginger while they drew closer to Zachary's office.
When they arrived, Desmond watched as Zachary opened the door, a subtle click sounding as the lock opened alongside the door. Upon entering the room, the nephilim found his eyes wandering around; the curiosities about his crush were conquering his shyness. For a few moments he glanced around, his attention returning to his crush who still appeared tired from work. The scout analyzed the man, noticing how weary Zachary was; he needed to be taken home to hopefully sleep. With that, Desmond quickly walked back towards his crush.
"Yeah, we should probably get you home to rest, eh?" He stated softly. "Do we need to get Alice from anywhere?"
There was thought taken towards Zachary's daughter, the nephilim always considering Alice. Should the young girl require an escort home, they could always head in that direction in take her home; unless Zachary was too exhausted, in which Desmond planned to hastily teleport the girl home when the time arrived.
Invoking calm emotions was already difficult within Zachary's presence, but gradually they transcended over Desmond and he recovered from the husband comment. The ginger remained silent while his crush spoke to his brother since he remained uncertain of what he could possibly add to the conversation. There were rising concerns that he would embarrass himself in front of the adorable angel and Tobias; which was frightening. Considering his lack of familiarity with Zachary's brother, Desmond found himself fretting over the possible opinions the white-haired man could possess; what if opinions were shared and his crush ended up disliking him? Anxious emotions were consuming Desmond while he gazed towards the floor of the room, half-listening to the conversation. Delving into his thoughts resulted in the ginger missing a portion of the exchange, finally realizing that Zachary was speaking to him; stating how he should have mentioned his brother.
Unfortunately, Desmond had failed to listen to the conversation completely, thus his attention only returning the when his name was mentioned. There was a slight widening to the ginger's eyes, a faint red touching his cheeks while he bashfully glanced away from Zachary's gaze. He felt embarrassed for not listening to the exchange in full, but self-conscious thoughts about opinions were ruling his mind.
"Um... yeah," Desmond squeaked out.
The embarrassment was overwhelming as the scout found himself unable to admit he had not been listening. Already the ginger could imagine that his crush would dislike being informed that he has not been paying attention; that could generate negative opinions. When Zachary left the room to change, Desmond found his green eyes lingering on the angel's figure as he left the room. The mention of playing caused the ginger's gaze to flit back towards Alice, a soft smiling curving onto his lips as he followed her. Once in the living room, Desmond returned to his place on the couch, shifting over slightly when Tobias came to join them.
"Not yet, still planning on joining?" Desmond asked, his tone quieter than usual.
There was mild alarm in somebody who was incredibly close to Zachary being here; especially when Desmond knew nothing about this mysterious white-haired man. Another thought entered the ginger nephilim's mind, causing his heart to skip a beat and his cheeks to tint a brighter red. Heat transcended over his face while blood rushed to his cheeks. Was Zachary going to join them for the card games? Desmond was definitely not opposed to the concept, but he remained nervous over the idea of playing a game with his crush. There were numerous hopes that the ginger possessed, most specifically being that he would not embarrass himself in front of Zachary and Tobias.
Immediately after returning to the table, Desmond found his eyes wandering his crush's body before bashfully glancing away. Red touched his cheeks, the nephilim praying that Zachary was oblivious to his lingering eyes. Everything about the angel was attractive to the ginger from his divine appearance to incredibly sweet personality; it left his heart beating wildly with excitement. Being in Zachary's presence always provided a peculiar sense of exhilaration, almost as though billions of fireworks fired whenever he was around. It was wondrous, bringing along tones of enjoyment within the excitement the company brought; it made Zachary special. Those mixtures of nervousness, excitement and joy were never present around others, causing his crush to stand out among the crowd. There was something nostalgic from a few years ago, but also traces of something new entirely.
At the mentioning of no other items being required, Desmond nodded, preparing to lead the way until Zachary continued. Naturally, his crush desired to take the white coat he required for work back to his office which suggested more time spent within his glory. A sheepish smile entered the nephilim's face at the thought, although, he had not been expected to be directly asked. His eyes flitted back towards Zachary face, the gaze making his heart race with anticipation.
"Of course," he answered, sounding excited.
Red marked the ginger's cheeks as blood rushed to them, resulting in him bashfully glancing away. While he possessed an immense endearment towards Zachary, he feared the consequences of revealing them too hastily. There was a chance that he would create a distance between himself or his crush or even meet a similar fate with his other ex by not being cautious; although, he trusted Zachary plenty more than that man.
A softness remained in Desmond's green eyes while he observed Zachary, worry being evident in them. Witnessing his crush push himself to these degrees always concerned the nephilim, causing a momentary heartache. Thoughts were always taken towards the concept of going to far, resulting in sickness and general lack of health. Despite the medical background that the angel possessed, it was blatantly obvious to the ginger that the man was willing to go to incredible lengths to assist the people of Lorsette. The trait was admirable, displaying a true dedication to the hospital alongside his patients; it was something that Desmond loved about him. While Zachary remained outside the combat zone, he always assisted positively by devoting himself to the hospital. The nephilim's eyes were locked on his crush, his heart still rapidly beating while he worked the nerve to speak.
"... Are you sure? I know you work hard, Zac... I won't blame you for being tired," Desmond responded.
While immensely enjoying the angel's company, Desmond wanted the man to rest when it was well-deserved. There were numerous people that depended on the attractive doctor, including his wonderful daughter, Alice. Slowly, the nephilim started consuming his lunch, his thoughts being fixated on the walk; why did he have to offer? Obviously, Zachary was already exhausted and now Desmond had resorted to pushing him further instead of merely offering a cab. For a moment, the ginger felt as though he was being inconsiderate towards his precious crush by implanting the notion in the man's head. A nervousness transcended over the nephilim as his thoughts focused on the numerous alternatives that could have been taken to assure that Zachary would be alright. When his crush answered him. Desmond's green eyes flitted back towards the man, concern claiming them, although, the following question brought a slight sense of calming.
Walking Zachary home was offered, a viable option that would assure the nephilim that the wonderful doctor returned home safely. The opportunity could both appear as their after lunch walk alongside the chance to return his exhausted crush to the comforting atmosphere of home.
"Of course I will," Desmond hastily answered.
A light blush coloured his cheeks considering the speedy manner his words were blurted out. There was mild self-consciousness in the action since the nephilim believed he sounded similar to an over-anxious, hyper child rather than a mature adult.
"I... I need to make sure you get home safely after all," he recovered.
There was effort taken into slowing the words he spoke, Desmond making certain not to rush through them again. Afterwards, he began eating the remainder of his lunch in preparation to leave. Once finished, he noticed that Zachary had also finished the meal. Wordlessly, the nephilim gathered the trash and threw it into a nearby garbage can before returning to the attractive angel.
"Is there anything you need before we go?" Desmond asked.
Patiently, the nephilim stood by the table awaiting for the verdict from his crush. Excitement was coursing through his veins over the concept of walking with Zachary. While the time would remained limited, it meant a few more minutes with his precious crush.
Witnessing Zachary smile towards the comment that Desmond had made towards caring for Alice resulted in blood rushing towards his cheeks. There was constantly an aspect to the doctor's smile that caused the nephilim's heart to flutter immensely. The grin created an atmosphere of reassurance and infatuation that continued being accompanied by those self-conscious anxieties that always arrived when he remained in the angel's presence. Those nervous emotions were impossible to avoid since Desmond feared doing something incorrectly. The ginger's green eyes explored Zachary's face, shortly discovering the blush that tinted his cheeks. Immediately, the scout's cheeks increased in redness, resulting in him bashfully glancing away in a moment of flustered. Thoughts generated over the concept of the attractive doctor being interested in him. Steadily, the nephilim's fingers played with his orange, continuing to remove the peel as he attempted to calm himself.
Risking a glance to observe Zachary was becoming an impossibility considering Desmond found his cheeks rising in heat, bringing him to the conclusion of red being evident across his face. Once the peel was removed, the nephilim hastily broke apart the slices and popped one of the soft, orange pieces into his mouth. The sweet juices splashed across his tongue as he enjoyed the taste, fixating on it solely to salvage any portions of calm he still possessed. When Zachary mentioned he planned to eat, Desmond felt reassured and relieved to know that his crush would consume his lunch; it was necessary for proper health. The orange slice was chewed and swallowed when the nephilim glanced towards his crush again. There was another grin when Desmond had stated that Zachary was free from the chains of occupational expectation.
The nervous actions caused the ginger's heart to skip several beats because of the adorableness that they held, however, there were touches of concern with the comments. After working for an extensive amount of time, Desmond could only imagine how weary Zachary had become; each passing hour taking their toll.
"It... it's alright... Are you okay though? You seem kind of tired..." A tenderness was held within Desmond's voice while he spoke to his crush.
When Zachary agreed to the walk, Desmond felt both delighted and concerned for the tired man. Before the nephilim could hastily speak, the date comment arrived and the flustered began once more. His gaze flitted towards his food as the ginger worked towards calming the intense emotions generating inside of him. The concept of dating Zachary was incredible, but Desmond consistently found it difficult to know how to react without embarrassing himself or appearing like a fool. These intermingling emotions were conquering his disposition, resulting in hesitation before the nephilim gained the courage to speak.
"... Are... are you sure it is o-okay? I don't want to ware you out," he began quietly. Another momentary pause followed his words, bravery being rallied to allow speaking. "We... could always have another date after all."
There was a nervous tone to his response, the ginger ceasing his eating as a result of the flustered emotions and anxieties that continued orbiting his mind. Despite those fears towards the concepts of romance and love, his immense affection for Zachary kept him stationary; deep down he desired a relationship with the man he viewed as perfect. The wonderful angel who always respected his boundaries, kindly attempting to avoid overstepping them.
Words against the concept of Zachary being Desmond's husband remained unspoken, causing the ginger's face to flare a brighter shade of red. The possibility of his crush fancying the idea was causing his heart to palpitate immensely as it continued the relentless escape threats. Speaking was beyond difficult, words being unable to leave his mouth as a result of the intense fluster that had overtaken the scout. The notion was incorrect, but secretly, Desmond did not want to dismiss the idea of being Zachary's husband; perhaps someday in the future. The inquiry was left unanswered, further interrogation over the concept being dropped. There were vague hints towards the current relationship between himself and Zachary, thus the nephilim assumed that an answer had been discovered; Desmond was not certain whether to be panicked or relieved.
Slowly, he followed Zachary back into the house, his eyes remaining towards the floor below. The bashfulness had consumed his attitude, resulting in a nervous fretting over notions of the attractive angel's opinions. Witnessing Zachary's desire for him to remain here was causing numerous heart flutters and for the deep blush painted across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose to be maintained. Silently, Desmond listened to the conversation between the brothers, discovering that he was too flustered to even attempt joining the discussion. His green eyes continued staring towards the floor until he heard the sweet voice of Zachary's daughter which got his attention. After she spoke, Desmond gave her a smile that was sheepish from the intense flustering he had fell victim to.
"I suppose it does," he responded. "That's if they feel up to it."
The faintest hints of red still played across the ginger's cheeks as he spoke to Alice and his heart continued fluttering from the earlier comments. A nervous smile remained on his lips while Desmond took deep breaths in desperation to escape the flustered sensation.
Proper date etiquette was long forgotten for Desmond considering the extensive amount of time that occurred since his last. The horrible break-up had resulted in the decision of never dating, but alas, the man who was stationed across from him broke through those walls. Those concepts of avoiding future heartbreak were demolished when Zachary entered his life. There was always a particular softness to the angel, his personality allowing him to easily make Desmond's heart sing melodies of joy. Boundaries were respected, given time to gradually allow their thick walls to turn delicate and touchable. The notion was peculiar considering it brought vivid dreams of the attractive man providing him affection, which were things the nephilim had refused himself for a few years. Love transformed into a frightful craving; desired, but still feared. It resulted in Zachary's confirmation to it being a pleasure causing the ginger's cheeks to turn a bright red.
The confusing twist of emotions resulted in Desmond staring at his orange while his fingers fidgeted the peel away. Composure was difficult to maintain, especially with Zachary sitting across from him. When they first met, Desmond had found the doctor's appearance to be incredibly attractive, although, would never admit to it. Quietly, he listened as the adorable angel told him about going to the maze with Alice. A frown crossed the nephilim's face for a moment at the mentioning of Alice getting sick afterwards. The young girl felt similar to a daughter for Desmond, especially considering the occasions he babysat her.
"It's too bad she got sick, but it is good she is better," Desmond responded casually. A friendly smile touched the nephilim's lips. "Besides, her dad is a doctor so I imagine you took good care of her."
When the question was returned, Desmond froze, his fingers even ceasing the peeling. There were not many activities that the ginger had participated in, most of it revolving around work. It resulted in a hesitation, the nephilim desiring to not appear as a workaholic. Awkwardly, his eyes flitted towards Zachary, immediately noticing that the doctor had not touched his food.
"I... wasn't doing much. Aren't you going to eat though?" Desmond asked, attempting to make the question polite. Only a moment passed before he realized the rude implications. "I-I-I mean... I enjoy talking to you... I... uh... want to make sure... you don't get unhealthy... You have been here for a while."
There was genuine concern that touched Desmond's voice, his heart aching at thoughts of Zachary falling ill. The concept always generated harsh emotions of terror which resulted in the fussing over the doctor's health. It was difficult to resist considering the constant, pleasant heart flutters and positive vibes he experienced from the angel's divine presence. Incredible, amazing, wonderful, there were numerous words to describe the emotions that transcended the scout whenever he was around his crush. When the nurse approached, Desmond instantly went silent as the terrifying thoughts of Zachary being required to leave entered his mind. The concept of his sublime crush leaving generated numerous feelings of heartache, the nephilim giving his food a disappointed glance until he heard the words that left her lips. The suggestion of freedom carried upon her lips caused Demond's heart to flutter in hope as he witnessed the woman retreat.
"... Does that mean you are done for the day?" Desmond began. "Because... maybe after lunch we could go for a walk or something?"
Extending the time he could remain beside Zachary gradually transformed into a necessity. Those mild fears of romance remained, but the nephilim at least wanted to give an attempt. The feelings that pulled him towards Zachary insisted the action was necessary; almost as though somebody was gently tugging a string that connected them.
Everything appeared brighter as Desmond remained in his crush's presence. After Zachary declared getting lunch together as a date, his heart was dancing around his chest. Gleefully it would flutter with joy while other instances quiver with a hint of anxiety. Naturally, the ginger remained nervous over the concept of being in a date with the handsome angel. The moment occurred in a majority of his dreams involving the incredible man, even despite Desmond's underlying fear of intimate interaction. A quick glance was taken towards Zachary, the nephilim noticing the smile drawn across his companion's lips. Happiness appeared brought to the angel's day over a mere lunch date which caused a sheepish grin to crawl onto Desmond's face. Bashfully, the ginger glanced away, green eyes locked with the floor. The comment that Zachary said towards paying caused the scout's blush to increase.
"I-it is?" He quietly stuttered out.
Nobody had ever stated that concept to him, thus making the nephilim incredibly jovial to hear it. His heart continued dancing to the serenade that was Zachary's presence. The agreement of the table location broadened the nervous grin that remained in Desmond's face. He followed his crush over, attempting to maintain what defined as normal motion. Unfortunately, his walk remained a hesitant shuffle and his eyes continued staring at the tiled floor. Blood was still rushing through his cheeks to create more awkwardness since it maintained a vivid red blush. When they approached the table, the nephilim took the other available chair which left him facing his crush. A quick glance was taken to the pleasant scenery outside as Desmond attempted to calm his breathing.
"So... what have you been up to recently?" Desmond inquired nervously.
A conversation felt required considering this officially constituted as a date. In order to occupy his anxious thoughts, Desmond began fiddling with the orange peel.
Soothing the anxieties generated from being in Zachary's presence was difficult since Desmond found himself self-conscious. The incredible personality and appearance of his crush always made him worried that a day would arrive where he did something wrong and managed to get rejected by the amazing man he cared about immensely. Despite his constant fears about love, the ginger still craved the angel's attention, although, he wished he could handle it in a more romantic setting. Initially, Desmond thought that his blush had reached its peak, until he listened to the words that the white-haired man said; the presumption of him being Zachary's husband. Immediately, the fluster consumed his face, transforming it into a expanse of red. Cheeks, nose and the tips of his ears were covered in the vivid bright red colouring, forcing Desmond to look downwards in desperation to hide his fluster.
His heart felt like a prisoner in his chest cavity, desperately pounding at the bars, his ribs, for escape. While he remained in this intense state of bashfulness, the scout concerned that he would have a heart attack as a result. Breathing transformed into a swift, short breaths as Desmond attempted to calm his emotions. The scout found himself speechless about the concept, his mind momentarily playing with the notion of marriage which maintained the bright blush. The correction to being 'daddy Des' only made the blush brighter, causing the scout's heart to flutter immensely; he swore it was attempting to leap into his throat and escape. As the introductions were completed, Desmond nodded in acknowledgement, still unable to even speak. When Zachary invited him back inside, Desmond's eyes flitted to the angel's face, noticing his beauty immediately. Only a moment they lingered until shyly adverting eye contact.
"O-o-okay," he squeaked out nervously.
Slowly following, Desmond entered the house, already feeling lost in the situation. There was always teleporting, but the scout did not want to upset the adorable angel. The emotions he held for Zachary kept him bound, allowing him to silently follow behind the pair.
There was danger in forcing Zachary to not be allowed on call, but Desmond knew the angel required rest. The extents the doctor went to keep his patients healthy was admirable, but it change the fact that he was a person; somebody who required food, rest and various other essentials to maintain health. There were some selfish desires in the concept, the nephilim craving each minute of his time with Zachary during the break to remained uninterrupted. The mentioning of the notion being difficult generated feelings of worried in the ginger as he grew concerned that perhaps he overstepped his boundaries in the deal. When Zachary's blue eyes gazed upon him, Desmond instinctively glanced away bashfully from his eyes. The statement that followed caused the nephilim's face to blossom with red; his crush would agree for his sake?
As he stood, frozen is place, his heart continued to dance around his chest cavity over the concept. There was flattery in Zachary being willing to agree to not be on call just because he asked. It was appreciated, although, it caused a difficulty in even sparing a glance at the handsome doctor.
"Th-thank-you," he gently responded.
Once the meals were paid, Desmond found himself still flattered over the concept of Zachary being willing to pay. There was a mingling of love-based anxieties and joy, the nephilim narrowly managing to keep himself calm. A silence remained for a few moments, the ginger following his crush, a small grin marking his lips. Gradually, tranquility was discovered long enough to grant him the ability to speak.
"... Thanks for paying, Zac... I really appreciate it," the nephilim said. There was a momentary pause as Desmond scanned the cafeteria. "How about by the window? The view outside is nice, plus the sunlight would be nice and warm."
The suggestion was made in a benevolent manner, Desmond awaiting to hear Zachary's opinion. Considering the angel possessed the kindness to pay for the meal, it seemed fair to allow him the opportunity to say something about the seating arrangement. While the nephilim awaited the response, he found himself giddily smiling despite the anxieties that plagued his mind.
Leaving appeared to be the proper choice in the situation to allow Zachary and the mysterious stranger their privacy, although, Desmond craved the opportunity to spend more time with his crush. For a majority of the visit, the angel had been slumbering as planned, but the ginger still desired to exchange a few words. That felt impossible currently, resulting in him turning to leave with plans to merely head home and perhaps text Zachary later. Unexpectedly, Desmond felt himself get tugged back, pulled into a hug that left him in close proximity to his adorable crush. Immediately, quick breathing and a mild trembling became his reaction as the effects his ex provided transcended over him, making it difficult to discover comfort in the embrace. Fortunately, he was released shortly afterwards and heard the whisper from the handsome angel.
A deep red tint coloured the scout's face, surprise crossing his countenance as he looked at Zachary for a few moments. There was an increase in heart rate over the action, the ginger finding that his heart was attempting to escape the cage known as his ribs. Heat has pooled in his cheeks, the blood continuing to rush through them, maintaining the blush that also crossed the bridge of his nose. Bashfully, Desmond glanced towards the ground, speechless from the pleading that he stay. It wad adorable to witness the attractive doctor desire his presence, even flattering to a degree. The effects of the blush were increased when he heard Alice speak, the scout keeping his gaze adverted in hopes nobody would notice his reddened face. The concept of Alice considering him a fatherly figure was adorable and made it difficult for the ginger to suddenly leave.
"Um... I-I guess I can stay," he mumbled back shyly.
A fluster remained as Desmond listened to Zachary's brother speak, the mentioning of being a roommate causing the scout to blush further. The concept of living with the handsome angel caused his heart to jovially dance around his chest. Being able to see the man everyday, speak with him and maintain a close proximity was enough to increase the blush and keep Desmond's eyes locked towards the ground.
"I... uh... was just babysitting Alice," he explained quietly.
Despite craving the notion of being around Zachary more, the scout was bound to return to his home where his father and Elysia were, although, he found himself wishing for a day to arrive where he could occupy the same house as his crush. The ginger's eyes remained towards the ground as the blush increased further over his desire to be in Zachary's company.
This constant bashfulness being generated from the actions that Zachary made was making it difficult for Desmond to converse with the attractive angel. There were those self-conscious thoughts about accomplishing a task that would make the nephilim unappealing to the beautiful man he accompanied. At the confirmation of Zachary desiring time with him, Desmond found his blush increasing. The red paint had spread itself across his cheeks, even colouring the bridge of his nose and tips of his ears. The traces of a smile touched the ginger's lips as his heart rate skyrocketed at the concept of spending time with his crush. The mixture of emotions was complex, containing tones of thrilling happiness while also possessing hints of fear from memories of his first relationship. It left the nephilim hesitant, uncertain about the route he was willingly taken.
Portions of his heart felt shattered from the experience, while others appeared to be slowly mending resulting in reassuring thoughts that similar would not occur. An deep breath was taken, followed by an extensive exhale to sooth his tense nerves; the topic of love was prone to generating anxieties in the nephilim. Encouragement over taking a day off was given, causing Desmond to gaze towards his crush with a softness in his green eyes. There was a craving for the concept since it provided the opportunity to spend long periods of time alongside his crush.
"... I will, but only if you promise not to be on call either... You need a break, Zac," Desmond answered.
The bargain was a simple request, an attempt to make certain that Zachary got the rest he required. He remained standing in the line with the angel, praying that the man could take his offer. The response to Desmond's assistance to not being required to pay caught the nephilim off-guard. This decision to have lunch together was being labelled as a date, causing the ginger to blush immensely and glance away. A tiny grin crossed his lips over the concept of having a date with Zachary despite the fears that made his stomach churn. Words were beyond Desmond's reach, leaving the nephilim speechless. Years ago when he dated his ex, there was only one instance where the man was kind enough to pay, otherwise the position was swapped. This flattery that the angel provided made the ginger hopeful that everything would play out differently between himself and Zachary.
The situation appeared to be transforming into a concern the longer that Desmond stood at the threshold of the door. Slowly, the nephilim inched away, preparing to interrupt his crush's sleep and perhaps leave considering the awkward circumstances. An unannounced visitor inquiring about Zachary was unusual, which made the ginger believe the possibility of his crush having another individual in his life. Before the chance was given to turn around and rouse the angel, Zachary's voice came from behind him. The sudden noise startled the scout, causing him to stiffen and turn to face his crush. Instead of explaining the situation, Desmond found himself staring at the adorable doctor whose hair remained messy from presumed slumber. Even with tousled hair, the angel remained attractive to the ginger, making it difficult for him to look away.
As the conversation began, Desmond's eyes remained bashfully glancing towards the ground as he remained uncertain with what to say. The stranger, which Zachary referred to as Tobias, was hoping to move in; which was a sudden development that the ginger never heard about from his crush. The manner they conversed possessed an obvious familiarity, which made the scout have no desire to interrupt him. When there was a pause in the exchanged words, Desmond began inching out the door.
"... Um... maybe I should leave... Sorry... never meant to interrupt," he said shyly.
Afterwards, he turned away with the plan to escape through the door and grant the pair their moment. It was Desmond's belief that they would crave privacy to thoroughly speak about this spontaneous moving plan and to enjoy their visit; they did not require his presence. A part of the scout felt sorrow over believing that departing from the presence of the incredible angel was necessary.
There was an instinctive necessity for Desmond to constantly concern himself with Zachary's health when it was required. It was difficult to resist nagging the doctor about his health, especially considering the extensive nights the dedicated man spent within the hospital walls. The dedication, although admirable, reached lengths of possibly generating sickness or exhaustion in the man he cared about. There was mild relief when Zachary admitted that he correct, but he continued to worry that the advice would not be heeded. As the conversation continued, the nephilim found his heart fluttering when Zachary mentioned being lonely followed by a response that possibly suggested that Desmond was included in having time off. There was faint, reddish blush that painted itself across the ginger's cheeks as he bashfully glanced away in a speechless fluster.
There was attempt to gather courage as Desmond desired to create the possibility of creating a relationship with the angel. The scout's immense fear of love caused a hesitation as he pondered those horrifying thoughts of being used again, but mild tranquility was found as he thought about the angel's behavior. A stern belief that Zachary would avoid accomplishing anything horrible entered the nephilim's mind which returned his voice.
"... Um... I could always come spend time with you well Alice is at school..." There was a mild nervousness in his voice while he spoke. "I mean... if that is what you meant by 'us' or if you simply want someone to spend time with. I mean, I am available!"
The final few sentences erupted from his mouth in a hastily stated, bashful mess. The ginger's green eyes stared at the floor below, the blush deepening in colour. Those anxieties about Zachary disliking him arrived after the quickly thrown words. Wishes were sent about perhaps gaining some conversational confidence around his crush. When Desmond joined the angel at the cashier's counter, he listened while Zachary suddenly stated he was paying for his food.
"Wait, what? Um... You don't have to do that, Zac," he insisted against the concept.
The action was appreciated, but the nephilim did not desire to make Zachary feel obliged to pay for his meal. There was a peculiarly sweetness that Desmond found at the offering to pay; his ex never did that. There was a pleasant swelling in the scout's heart over his crush being willing to even consider paying for the food and it caused Zachary to appear more alluring due to his kindness. He felt flattered from the notion of this wonderful man who managed to capture his wounded heart would be willing to do this minor act.
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