The Flock
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Thread Topic: The Flock
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Soul shrugged, looking up at the rest. "After what we've been through, I'm not sure I'll ever sleep much at all." His voice was smooth, but he was shaken. He thought back to all of the fights that they had been in together, biting his lip. They had been traumatic. He didn't like seeing so much blood being shed-from either side. He remembered, during one fight, he had almost died. He remembered waking up to find his white clothes soaked in a dark red, torn up, and clasping to his body. He remembered his pure white hair and wings being washed off in a river, leaving clouds of red blood to wash away. Soul blinked off the thought.
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Spike glanced over at Soul, looking solemn. "Yeah, but we should try to get some rest. We can't run or fight if we're exhausted." She hugged her knees to her chest and glared at the fire. "I am not going back to the school. Never." she spoke with determination. Living in cages, being tortured for a bunch of scientists' amusement... There was no way she'd let herself- or any of the others- be taken back to that life. Hearing Nowell yawn, her expression softened. She pulled a white blob from her backpack and tossed it over to the younger boy. "You can use my pillow tonight, I'm not that tired." Spike tended to be a bit softer on Nowell, as he was the youngest.
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Soul couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Spike, you know me." His eyes gleamed. "I can't sleep if I don't know you're all safe. Tell me, how often do I sleep?" His skin took another shade of paleness. His blue eyes gleamed with determination. Soul had been through a lot, as had the rest, but he would never let any one of them die. If that meant his life, so be it. He wasn't worried about his own life. He stood up, stretched his body and wings, and walked over to the fire, sitting down.
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Nowell caught the pillow, looking at Spike. "You sure..?" He asked, not wanting to be a bother.
He unfolded himself from around his legs, wings stirring slightly with the movement.
"Thank you, Spike." He said gratefully, taking the pillow and laying down, yawning again. -
Spike stuck her tongue out in reply. She'd certainly never been considered the most mature of the group. "We are all safe, stupid." She huffed, moving over to make room for him by the fire. "Those guys from New York are long gone. We can relax for one night."
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"I don't care if you think we can relax. I can never relax." Soul stated, sitting back. He pushed his white hair back and sighed. Part of him agreed with Spike, but the other half told himself to always be on guard. Anything could happen at any time. He was torn.
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Spike nodded and smiled, glancing away from Soul to watch the younger boy lie down. "Not too close to the fire, okay? If you roll over it won't end well." Shewished she had a blanket or something to give him too, it was so cold here... -
Spike frowned, looking back at Soul. "One night. Let me stay up for once. I promise I'll wake you up if anything happens." she insisted. Soul needed sleep as much as the rest of them.
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Soul merely moaned in response. "Why, why must you give me a guilt trip?" He tilted his head back, but moved his pale eyes to look at her. It was very, very tempting to give into her offer. She was fully capable, he knew. Soul didn't doubt any of them. He just thought their lives, sleep, and food more important than his own.
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Spike returned his gaze with a glare. "You don't think I can do it, can you?" she tried to keep her voice down so Nowell could get to sleep, but she was clearly a little upset. "You need to sleep too. I can handle one night." she said stubbornly, shooting him a slightly pleading look. Soul was the oldest and the most level headed. Nowell was brave and king. Spike had to prove that she could at least handle keeping watch for one night.
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"I think you can do it. But anything can happen at anytime, Spike." He gave her a sentimental look. "I don't want you getting hurt." Soul stated. He was calm and easygoing. It took a lot to get Soul mad, but once he was, the results were catastrophic. He sat his head back up, staring into the fire. Soul watched it crackle and burn. He smiled at it before looking back to Spike.
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"I can protect myself!" She spat back, one hand flying instinctively to her shoulder, where a long scar hid under her jacket. That had been the one time she'd gotten seriously hurt. "Soul, I can do it. I'll wake you up if anything happens. Promise."
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"I never said you couldn't do it." Soul seemed to be losing his patience. He bit his lip, letting his emotions bubble down before he spoke again. "How about I guard half the night and you guard the other half?" He suggested, trying to be the mediator. Soul didn't want to anger her. It would hurt him and hurt her, plus it would make the team more vulnerable. That would be a very, very bad thing that he was not willing to risk.
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Spike sighed, narrowing her eyes and watching the fire, avioding meeting Soul's cool gaze. "...Fine." She said after a minute, sounding a bit frustrated. She just wanted to prove her use, and yet she couldn't even get a blanket for Nowell, and Soul didn't trust her to stay on guard for a night.
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Soul smiled. "Alright, you can take first shift. I'm tired anyways!" He stuck out his tongue, playfully. Sometimes it was hard to remember he was only seventeen, and sometimes, like right now, he acted like the child he had never got the chance to be. They had all be raided of their childhood- stolen and plunged into a life that they shouldn't have been. It wasn't fair to any of them. It really was sorrowful. However, this was the life they lived. And he didn't intend to waste it.
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