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Sleep was Edge's best friend. Well, it used to be. After working long hours, being able to drift off into the dream world was his paradise. He was always alone. A prodigy. He was a genius. But that was all a lie. Edge may have been a human in this body, but he was still a hydra at heart. Maybe he wasn't a prodigy, but had reserves of knowledge he could tap into? At any rate, learning that everything he had thought he was was a lie had broken him.
Though he had drifted into a slumber, Edge heard Path's voice washing over him. He remembered when they had first met. Path hated him. And with good reason, too. Edge was being attacked by one of the mutant spiders. Above all else, he didn't want to die! But he began to wonder what would have happened if he had been killed. Would he have been reborn in front of the dragon? What would his fate have been?
Edge began to drift out of slumber. He hated the feeling of waking from a dream. More then anything! However, his eyes widened when he saw Path. "What?? Room S?!?" Suddenly, the scientist sprang into action, putting his mate's arm over his shoulder. "Ah! Is this for real??" There were so many emotions were swirling in his body, he was numb.
Though he had drifted into a slumber, Edge heard Path's voice washing over him. He remembered when they had first met. Path hated him. And with good reason, too. Edge was being attacked by one of the mutant spiders. Above all else, he didn't want to die! But he began to wonder what would have happened if he had been killed. Would he have been reborn in front of the dragon? What would his fate have been?
Edge began to drift out of slumber. He hated the feeling of waking from a dream. More then anything! However, his eyes widened when he saw Path. "What?? Room S?!?" Suddenly, the scientist sprang into action, putting his mate's arm over his shoulder. "Ah! Is this for real??" There were so many emotions were swirling in his body, he was numb.
I have that writer's block again! Well, I also have an AP meeting to go to... But to justify myself, look over hereth!
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Harp nodded as if he understood. Bel's black eyes seemed to be sucking him in. They were such a dark, solid color. The angel's own pink eyes flickered around nervously. There was a voice telling him to pull the arrow out and prick him, to hurry up and trick him into doing whatever. Love was a powerful tool, but not at all common.
What was really worrying him was what he had said about an exchange of fluids. Harp wasn't prepared to kiss anyone, let alone a demon. But being marked seemed equally scary. What was he to do? The way Bel was staring at him made Harp realize that it was totally up to him. The real question was what he had in mind?
Harp was as naive as they came, so didn't even consider harsher ways like sex. He sighed. "Maybe... A kiss...?" Kisses would be alright, wouldn't they? It wasn't like Bel was going to bite his tongue or anything. Maybe they could do it vampire-style! Harp felt that it was time to launch his secret weapon. "But... could you... close your eyes? Please? I've never done this before..."
What was really worrying him was what he had said about an exchange of fluids. Harp wasn't prepared to kiss anyone, let alone a demon. But being marked seemed equally scary. What was he to do? The way Bel was staring at him made Harp realize that it was totally up to him. The real question was what he had in mind?
Harp was as naive as they came, so didn't even consider harsher ways like sex. He sighed. "Maybe... A kiss...?" Kisses would be alright, wouldn't they? It wasn't like Bel was going to bite his tongue or anything. Maybe they could do it vampire-style! Harp felt that it was time to launch his secret weapon. "But... could you... close your eyes? Please? I've never done this before..."
Wanna plan anything?
After getting dressed in furs, Edge took his time getting back to their bedroom. He was thinking. Being with Path like this was amazing. He loved the peace and company. And Path was very knowledgeable company. Though Edge was technically 'older' he didn't act like he was the elder in their relationship. However, no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't fight that he wasn't always a human. And that hurt a lot.
"Skylark and Sleipnir..." Edge murmured absently. Path told him there were two babies growing inside of him. Edge wondered if they would like him, or if they would be able to sense that he was a hydra at one point... Then again, they were going to be his own flesh and blood. The boy's violet eyes narrowed as he thought. He was only fourteen, and was in no position to raise a child, let alone two children! Humans had to totally take care of their offspring, but many animals fended for themselves. While Edge had no ideas not to try and raise his own children, he couldn't deny he was no father. Edge's studies were ecological, not biological. His best bet was either asking Path about it, or trying to remember his past lives...
But the hydras were born in their prime. They never knew of infancy or of true family. Sighing, Edge stepped into their bedroom to find his mate fast asleep. The boy smiled. Though his dragon was pregnant, he seemed to be just the same as he always was. Edge was a little scared to get near his mate when he was sleeping. When Path couldn't see him, it was dangerous to get close. Path was really strong. One time, Path had almost cut his head clean off. Of course, they had a heart-to-heart conversation afterwards. What was Path's reason? Parental instinct. What did that mean? That Edge wasn't a recognizable parent...?
Edge sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his mate blankly. He was so handsome. However, Edge soon got cold. He slowly crawled over to where the sleeping dragon lay, tail still out. Though it was risky, he wanted to be close to the one he loved. Tenderly, Edge wrapped his arms around Path in a hug and laid his head on the other's chest, careful not to touch the other's stomach.
"Skylark and Sleipnir..." Edge murmured absently. Path told him there were two babies growing inside of him. Edge wondered if they would like him, or if they would be able to sense that he was a hydra at one point... Then again, they were going to be his own flesh and blood. The boy's violet eyes narrowed as he thought. He was only fourteen, and was in no position to raise a child, let alone two children! Humans had to totally take care of their offspring, but many animals fended for themselves. While Edge had no ideas not to try and raise his own children, he couldn't deny he was no father. Edge's studies were ecological, not biological. His best bet was either asking Path about it, or trying to remember his past lives...
But the hydras were born in their prime. They never knew of infancy or of true family. Sighing, Edge stepped into their bedroom to find his mate fast asleep. The boy smiled. Though his dragon was pregnant, he seemed to be just the same as he always was. Edge was a little scared to get near his mate when he was sleeping. When Path couldn't see him, it was dangerous to get close. Path was really strong. One time, Path had almost cut his head clean off. Of course, they had a heart-to-heart conversation afterwards. What was Path's reason? Parental instinct. What did that mean? That Edge wasn't a recognizable parent...?
Edge sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his mate blankly. He was so handsome. However, Edge soon got cold. He slowly crawled over to where the sleeping dragon lay, tail still out. Though it was risky, he wanted to be close to the one he loved. Tenderly, Edge wrapped his arms around Path in a hug and laid his head on the other's chest, careful not to touch the other's stomach.
Harp too heard the distinct click of shoes against stone in the distance but didn't really care. They seemed to just be two ordinary teenagers to the untrained eye. Of course, there was the fact they were hugging, but that wasn't too suspicious. "Hm..." The angel sighed when he was urged to hurry. Who knew demons could be so impatient?
...
Okay, so it was pretty much common knowledge...
Bel didn't seem to be too impatient, but Harp was perceptive enough to realize when someone was urging him to hurry. He had a strange feeling. It was like he was being lifted by thermals of air. Perhaps he had butterflies in his stomach, as the saying went? Though he had never really eaten butterflies. Or seen them. But he wanted to, because they seemed to be really cool. Maybe he could see them in another life...?
Harp was silent for a few more minutes before breathing out heavily. He couldn't delay this any longer. Not a full hour ago, Bel was fully prepared to kill him. To rip off wings he would never have, to crush him with darkness. But what had happened? A miracle? Had the 'one spirit' intervened? Whatever had happened, it worked in his favor. Harp wasn't about to complain or anything like that! "That's true..." However, the cupid still seemed hesitant.
'Remember,' He thought, 'You have your arrows. Shoot him now! This is your best shot!' But what if Bel anticipated him? It was possible he sensed he was a cupid. Pink eyes narrowed. He wouldn't get anywhere just arguing with himself! But the fear of being foiled before he could shoot was immense. Finally, Harp made up his mind. He would shoot Bel if he ever exposed his back. Then, even if he turned around...
"I could touch you... Whenever...?" Harp repeated dazedly. That was enough for him! "Okay." He smiled slightly. Even if his soul was eaten, it wasn't like it was worth anything, anyways. "How does this work, anyways?"
...
Okay, so it was pretty much common knowledge...
Bel didn't seem to be too impatient, but Harp was perceptive enough to realize when someone was urging him to hurry. He had a strange feeling. It was like he was being lifted by thermals of air. Perhaps he had butterflies in his stomach, as the saying went? Though he had never really eaten butterflies. Or seen them. But he wanted to, because they seemed to be really cool. Maybe he could see them in another life...?
Harp was silent for a few more minutes before breathing out heavily. He couldn't delay this any longer. Not a full hour ago, Bel was fully prepared to kill him. To rip off wings he would never have, to crush him with darkness. But what had happened? A miracle? Had the 'one spirit' intervened? Whatever had happened, it worked in his favor. Harp wasn't about to complain or anything like that! "That's true..." However, the cupid still seemed hesitant.
'Remember,' He thought, 'You have your arrows. Shoot him now! This is your best shot!' But what if Bel anticipated him? It was possible he sensed he was a cupid. Pink eyes narrowed. He wouldn't get anywhere just arguing with himself! But the fear of being foiled before he could shoot was immense. Finally, Harp made up his mind. He would shoot Bel if he ever exposed his back. Then, even if he turned around...
"I could touch you... Whenever...?" Harp repeated dazedly. That was enough for him! "Okay." He smiled slightly. Even if his soul was eaten, it wasn't like it was worth anything, anyways. "How does this work, anyways?"
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"A-A contract...?" Harp stammered, pink eyes widening. The angel glanced down, obviously uneasy with the idea. It was against everything he had ever known. Once you signed your soul away, that was it. A contract, he recalled, was like a bond. By bonding himself to Bel, he would we linked to him for as long as he could survive. And yet, it was arguably better than his alternative, which was to be tortured and killed. Why was he responding like this?
Hadn't he admitted that his angelic soul was worthless? Harp abided by his words. However, this could all be a trick. By signing this contract, would something worse happen to him? A fate far worse than death? Harp's nervous gaze met Bel's deep black one. It was... so intense. It was as if he was staring into the endless cosmos. He was about to object, death would be better than succumbing to this fate! But before he was able to do so, his holy hand was grasped by the demon, and he was falling right onto the demon!
The first thing he realized was that Bel was really warm! It was as if the demon had a fire inside of him or something like that. Even though there was a layer of cloth that separated them, Harp felt like the other's heartbeat against his own. It was... strangely comforting, despite it belonged to a demon. Despite his better instincts, Harp relaxed slightly into the other. The angel felt... well, he didn't really know other than he really liked it. It was weird, but at the same time, comfortable. He sighed softly. What had he wanted to do again...? It was getting hard to think...
"You're really... hot..." Harp murmured drowsily. It was like he was being covered in blankets... Suddenly, Harp's pink eyes lit up. "I... Do I have to decide right now...? I'm so... comfy..." The cupid felt his arrows brush up against him, and was reminded he still had a little bit of power. If he still wanted to use it.
Hadn't he admitted that his angelic soul was worthless? Harp abided by his words. However, this could all be a trick. By signing this contract, would something worse happen to him? A fate far worse than death? Harp's nervous gaze met Bel's deep black one. It was... so intense. It was as if he was staring into the endless cosmos. He was about to object, death would be better than succumbing to this fate! But before he was able to do so, his holy hand was grasped by the demon, and he was falling right onto the demon!
The first thing he realized was that Bel was really warm! It was as if the demon had a fire inside of him or something like that. Even though there was a layer of cloth that separated them, Harp felt like the other's heartbeat against his own. It was... strangely comforting, despite it belonged to a demon. Despite his better instincts, Harp relaxed slightly into the other. The angel felt... well, he didn't really know other than he really liked it. It was weird, but at the same time, comfortable. He sighed softly. What had he wanted to do again...? It was getting hard to think...
"You're really... hot..." Harp murmured drowsily. It was like he was being covered in blankets... Suddenly, Harp's pink eyes lit up. "I... Do I have to decide right now...? I'm so... comfy..." The cupid felt his arrows brush up against him, and was reminded he still had a little bit of power. If he still wanted to use it.
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