Safe... For Now
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Thread Topic: Safe... For Now
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Dean looked up with a frown as blood tickled his nose. "Yes?" He walked out of his room without a shirt on. A white shirt was in his hands and he quickly pulled it over his head and looked at her.
A frown was still on his face due to the smell of blood in his nose. It was frustrating him because he couldn't find where it came from. -
A blush showed on Saffron's face when Dean came out without a shirt. She looked down at her dirty clothes and then back up at him, hoping the blush wasn't too obvious to him. "What should I do with these?" she questioned meekly, her voice soft and meek again. She cleared her throat and pulled her arms closer to her middle. She felt the sting of the cut. She tried to focus on that, tried to forget the current situation she was in. She didn't want to remember, she wanted to forget it all.
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"I'll wash them." He offered quietly and held his hand out for the clothes. His eyes looked soft and warm, inviting. The orange cat head butted his leg and he smiled slightly down at the fat beast.
What was he doing? He had rarely stopped to ever help people for the longest time.. And now here stands a girl looking up at him with hidden secreats and pain behind her beautiful eyes? Dean had finally found himself in a chess match he probably wasn't going to win. -
Surprised by how kind Dean was being, this boy she had just met, Saffron thanked him with a small smile. There was something really different about this guy, and she couldn't really put her finger on it. It was like there was something radiating off of him, but she just didn't know what it was.
Oddly, Saffron cleared her throat and looked down at her feet. Now she had no idea what to do. "W-Where do you want me to stay at?" she asked shyly. For some reason, Saffron had almost put 'sir' in her sentence, because that's what her father ordered her to call him. -
Dean took her clothes without touching her as he knew the effects her skin had on him. How strange.. Blinking out of his thoughts he found her shy smile attractive on such a young face. "You can stay in my spare room in front of the bathroom." He nodded towards the closed door and walked towards his room where he dropped her clothes in a laundry basket.
"If it's cold just let me know and I should have a small heater around here somewhere." He opened the door to the room for her and looked over at her.
(Can I rant to you..?) -
(Of course, rant to me about anything and I'll try and help)
Her shy smiled widened by just a bit and she looked back up at Dean. "Thank you sir," she said while slowly and carefully walking past him and into the room. It was just a bit cold, but that was probably because of her wet hair. She knew that once she got under the blanket she would feel much warmer. She looked down at her feet again and that's when she noticed she wasn't wearing any socks; the scars on her ankles were showing.
Hoping to not draw attention, Saffron looked back up at Dean, her shy smile only there by force and a bit of fear in her eyes. She waited for him to say goodnight and then leave her to sleep. In all honesty, she would have told him goodnight herself, but she was too shy for that. -
So I've done nothing but help my mom all the time.. I'm sixteen and I take care of two kids on my own half the time and drive them around. And instead of saying thank you she tells me how I don't do anything for her and I'm lazy because I don't have a job.. If I get a job then I won't be able to do everything for her like I do.)
Dean noticed her ankles and how each scar seemed to be delicately drawn across her pale flesh. He could only imagine her sitting alone in a dark room with quiet tears of anguish going down her face as a blade was drawn across her skin.
"Goodnight." He said softly and closed the door behind him and he walked to his own room. Pulling his shirt off again he dropped it on the floor and closed his door. Rubbing his face with both hands he started to pace around his room quietly. -
o.O Damn, talk about ungrateful. What I would do would probably talk to her about it. Tell her how you really feel and see how she answers. If she gets where you're coming from, then wonderful. If she doesn't, then I would stop helping her until she realizes you were right. Hopefully you can work the problem out, good luck, and hope this helped)
Saffron whispered a goodnight though she knew Dean couldn't hear her. She walked over to the bed and sat down, pulling the blankets over her and laying her head down on the pillow. The horrible thoughts of cutting was tugging at her mind again, but this wasn't her room. If she were to get blood on something Dean would get suspicious. Instead she rolled up her sleeve and started to dig her nail into the cut she already made, using the pain to forget the situation. As far as she wanted to be concerned, she was five years old in a dark room alone with no troubles, no worries to hurt her, trying to fall asleep. -
Dean laid down on the bed room floor and stared at his ceiling. Black ink covered it's white space in a mix of drawings and writing. Closing his eyes he let the words spill from his mind and they appeared above him in a spot. "Pain never ends." He quoted softly and laid like that for the rest of the night. He usally never slept and it was a normal thing for him.
Thank you :3) -
You're welcome ^-^ So, when do you think would be a good time for the other fallen angles to come?))
Silent tears filled Saffron's night. Even through the pain she couldn't forget the situation she was in, and she hated it. She just wanted to forget it but knew that was practically impossible. She wasn't home, and she didn't know if she even wanted to go back home. Instead she laid there, hugging her pillow close and soaking it with tears. -
I'm thinking after they get to know each other just a little more?)
Dean watched as the dark sky outside slowly faded to a purple and then begin to lighten up again as the sun rose slowly. About seven he got up and walked out his room heading for the bathroom. Shutting the door behind him he started the shower and brushed his teeth. Then he got into the shower and winced slightly. The water ran across his skin and he closed his eyes as a flash back started up.
"No." He whispered quietly and lifted his gaze from the floor and locked onto the High Council. His wings were tied painfully against his back and the once proud white feathers now looked limp and dirty. "You've brought this upon yourself Dean." Said a pretty red head who looked about seventeen. "You are banished from this realm until you can prove yourself.. You're a Fallen."
Dean blinked and found himself breathing heavily as the water ran around him. -
Yeah, probably good idea ^-^)
Saffron woke up to the sound of the shower running, the faint sounds of water hitting the tub. Slowly, she sat up and looked around. First she was scared; this place wasn't familiar! Where was she? Then the events of the night before hit her and she remembered where she was. She sighed and flipped the blankets off of her.
She had no idea what to do. What became of her father and his friend last night? Did they even care? Maybe she could stay there and be safe... She doubted that though. She had school and they'd for sure find out what the hell happened. -
Dean finished his shower and wrapped a towel around his hips. Opening the bathroom door steam curled out like a fog and wrapped around his damp skin. Water dropped down from his hair and slid down his cheeks.
"You awake?" He asked after knocking on the girls door softly. He felt like he now had to protect her and it was his job to make sure she was okay. -
Saffron took a deep breath and she nodded her head. Then she notice how stupid that was because Dean was on the other side of the door, and unless he had x-ray vision he wouldn't know what the hell she was doing. "Yeah," she called, her voice hardly cutting through the door. She cleared her throat and stood up, filling her lungs with air again and trying to clear her mind.
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"I'm about to make breakfast." He called back and headed for his room. He closed his door and dropped the towel around his hips and pulled on grey sweatpants and a plain dark blue shirt. Walking back out he headed for the kitchen and started to pull things from the fridge.
(Did you still want to do our other soap?)
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