One Night
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Thread Topic: One Night
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An angel did save her. But the one she wanted. Venezio did. He swooped in and held her, then landed on the sidewalk.
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Rowan turned to stare at the angel. "Put me down, creep. You.. I would have rather died. I need Horatio!" Demitri frowned.
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He let her to after she said that. "Ungrateful demon.. Horatio? You know him too?"
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Rowan froze up, staring at him. She looked him up and down. "..So he left us, and found an angel? Why would he.." She trailed off, covering her face. Rowan slid to the floor and began to cry.
Demitri ran over to her, rubbing her back. "I dunno who this guy is, but you just made her cry. It's rude. And she's not ungrateful.." -
"She was about to get hit by a car! Could have atleast said thank you. Bleh, whatever." He spreaded his large golden wings and flew away.
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Rowan flailed, screaming, "I WAS TRYING TO." She stood up, opening a portal. "I'm gonna go to the council. I'm sick of angels.." Demitri was dragged through a portal as she went through, hate that had been bottled up pouring out of her.
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Horatio sat on the bench thinking about Venezio...and maybe a bit about Twisted. A small bit.
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Twisted had taken one of the tubs of ice cream that Rowan had bough and was eating out of the tub. He was curled up into a ball on the couch, crying like a teenager in a sob story. He was having bad mood swings, and couldn't pick out on whether it was because of himself or the virus.
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Horatio sighed. Venezio appeared on the bench beside him. "Oi." He smiled at him. Horatio smiled back. But it wasn't exactly genuine. Venezio frowned, he was able to tell that the other angel's grin was fake. "Is something wrong?"
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Twisted looked at the spoon he was eating with. In the spoon was his reflection- a guy with depressing tear stains all over his face. He set it aside, looking over at the bathroom door. It occurred to him that he could see what the virus was doing to him if he were to slit his wrist open.
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"N-no..." He hesitated and stuttered at the same time. Venezio sensed his lie. Horatio could see he was found out and sighed. "Yes..." The other angel pulled him in for a hug.
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Twisted bit his lip, standing up and walking to the bathroom. He had helped tons of people who used to cut themselves with a razor blade. He figured that a shaving thing would suffice.
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Horatio's eyes widened. He almost wanted to cry. "Do not hold back anything." Venezio said in his thick, Spanish like accent. So he didn't. He bit his lips as tears rolled down his face.
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(wait
I really put shaving thing didn't I)
Twisted grabbed his razor, popping out the blade. He stared down at it. He wasn't exactly goth, or upset, but curious. He brought it dangerously close to a vain, moving it, before slicing his skin open. Redish purple sparkling blood oozed out. "Eww.." -
He didn't even like that idiot.. Why was he crying?.. Venezio held him closer.
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