堕天使。

The Boku no Hero Academia Discord Server RP is now OPEN and ready for business! Open for all, friendly, and welcoming. Anyone can join!

Basics:

You can play up to two (2) characters! One (1) hero and one (1) villain! 

Plenty of channels for all your RP needs

NSFW intimate content is not allowed, but gore/intense fighting is OK!

Both paragraph and one-liner/text rp channels available

Swearing is OK!

So.. my mom is now out of income and we are unable to pay the mortgage. My mom started a page for this so it would mean a lot to me if you could at least share this link around. Any donation at all helps so much and would mean the world to us.

If you see smol birbs with few or no feathers on the ground, you can safely put them back into their nest, bird parents will still care for them.

scruffy feather bird = starting to try the fly thing, not very good at it. only put in nest/branch if predators abound, i.e. you have four outdoor cats and they’re licking their chops.

“… Mh.”

Erika stood from her place on the floor, quietly moving herself towards the light. She flicked it on immediately but did not yet turn to see him. She offered him a moment of silence with which he could become comfortable with the situation, and so she could adjust her eyes to the light.

When she felt ready Erika turned back towards the corner, immediately setting her sights on the figure that sat there.

How… how different he looked…

“Oahh… Aeron…’

One could surely say that Aeron had an intimidating aura on a regular basis; but with appearances like this it was only amplified. It was liked he oozed some sort of.. royalty. 

“There’s a few different ways to change your appearance but... I didn’t really have much time for any of them. I really slipped back here short notice - but if no one comes for me in the next few days, I’ll just assume that means I’m all free to go” Aeron explained, waving a hand absently and pushing some of his hair back. He had been sitting in the corner of Erika’s apartment, near the bookshelf, both knees bent. One was bent up, with his arm hanging over it.

“…” It seemed like something to worry about, to her. Did they come back full circle to that again? How he didn’t understand her feelings; how he could not get on the same plane as her emotional attachment to him.

“… Not much! Making lots of new jewelry designs. I’ve gotten better. I increased my manga collection by 5%. oh, and I’ve been walking around my apartment with the lights on.” A pass time, apparently.

“Are we going to go the rest of this relationship without ever seeing each other again?”

“Well.... no” he said quietly. Why was he so worried? He shouldn’t be. Being afraid or worried... it was pissing him off. Aeron bit his lower lip, raising his eyes to try and seek out Erika in the darkness.

He was making less sense now than he did before… Erika studied the darkness quietly, not that it made much of a difference since she couldn’t see anything but the occasional glimmer of something.

“… Then what do you look like now?” she wondered, leaning forward although it was useless, “Is it a bad look? I bet Aeron looks fine.” Barely any different. Though already in her head she was forming a strange image of him, something wild so as to offset what he might really look like.

“Do you look like a dragon? Or like a vampire? Are you covered in hair and horns and spikes?”

My pressed his lips together. She wasn’t really off.... His hair appeared much longer than it did when it was braided, since it was now let down, creating ringlets on the floor. He had horns.... He shook his head. “It’s not somethig to worry about” he said. He didn’t want to sit here explaining what he looked like to her - if he had requested she keep the lights off, describing himself to her didn’t seem to make sure sense.

“Mmm…” it wasn’t the concrete kind of answer that she had been hoping for but for Aeron, even something like that was probably very difficult to say. The fact that he said anything reasonably emotional at all probably took a lot out of him.

“Aeron-chan is important to me, too,” in case he didn’t already know that. How could he not? Well – apparently things like that were almost impossible for him to see. If she didn’t make it abundantly clear then would he ever be able to understand?

“If someone is important to someone else, they should do their best to let the other person know.” And maybe figure out… exactly what they were. It wasn’t necessarily a label that she was worried about so much as… how should she hold herself around him?

“Why can’t I turn the light on?” she asked finally, “Did you get into a fight? Are you hurt?”

He shook his head, although it was futile because it was likely she wasn’t able to see him in the dark. Even if her eyes adjusted, he had made sure to make a home in the darkest corner of the room - and considering his appearance, he would blend very nicely. The only thing that could be pin pointed would be the very soft glimmer from his eyes.

“…” As angry as she was, hearing the sound of his voice swayed her decision. Wasn’t used to people caring for him? No, she guessed he wasn’t from what she knew of his past. It would make sense for someone like him to severely underestimate those emotions in other people, never quite piecing together what it felt like to watch someone you loved disappear and not know where they were.

After such an apology, Erika dropped both hands down to her sides and lowered herself to the floor. She sat there, cross-legged in the darkness with her eyes pointed towards the corner where she thought he sat. Still ignorant to his injuries – if that was it – she considered her next words.

“… Is that really how it works? You get pulled away and I’m not allowed to know when?” Even then… did he really owe it to her? Perhaps, if they were to have a real relationship. Is that even what they had?

“What do you want from me, Aeron-chan? If you were going to tell someone else what we are, what would you say?”

“Well. Yeah. The last thing a spirit from the Netherworld is supposed to do is make friends, no matter what kind” Aeron said slowly. He felt it would be too difficult to explain the hierarchy he was part of nor did he really want to right now. It was such an intangible thing and it felt like the idea of lower or higher class spirits felt more connected to feelings and personalities than actual ability. 

“So when someone arrives to announce I have to return, I have to do so immediately with no hesitations,” he didn’t want to tell Erika that he was worried they would go after her. He didn’t want this to become an argument of how capable Erika felt about herself, or how much she didn’t care for her safety. 

“...What we are?” He mouthed the words to himself in silence, staring at the hardwood floors and feeling the grains and slivers against his index finger as he ran the tip along the surface. What were they? Aeron felt like.. friends was wrong. He didn’t care about friends or people who believed they were his friend. Were they.. lovers? He felt like that was wrong too. He wasn’t very good at picking out his own emotions or even putting words to the feelings. “I don’t know” he said finally, truthfully. 

… Erika fell silent after those comments. She could not tell if she was more relieved to hear him or angry at the way he came back. Hiding in her aparment, saying those kinds of things to her!

“It’s really annoying when you have friends who don’t care enough to protect your heart from pain. Like telling them when you’re leaving, or trying to send a message – or coming back and explaining everything instead of making excuses. You needed to know if I was okay? Maybe I needed to know if you were okay.”

She was considering turning on the light now. What was it – did he get in a fight and blacken his eyes? Did he cut his hair, or otherwise change his appearance to hide from something or someone?

“You have 30 seconds to tell me something honest, or I’m just gonna turn on the lights… and take a photo of you!”

“Bitch” he cursed under his breath, a comment that had no actual spite behind it. It came out more like the tsk of one kissing their teeth in disdain. How could he get her to understand? Well, he wasn’t too sure. Why didn’t he tell Erika he was leaving? Because it was short notice and he had no time to. When people from the Netherworld show up on your metaphorical doorstep, you can’t really take time to pack up your bags and kiss your loved ones goodbye like you’re going off to war. You just leave.

Frankly, if anyone found out he had found someone important on earth, in the living world, his unending life would be made worse. He didn’t mind misfortune coming to him - not even to other people, since his job often times was to cause it - but Erika... Erika was one of the few he didn’t want to see hurt. No matter how much she guffawed and claimed her strength, there was only so much a human could handle. Even if this woman wasn’t afraid of death... he was fearful enough for her.

“I’m sorry. I-” he choked up. Although Erika had stated her feeling of care for Aeron before this time felt different. It was as if she spat the words on the floor, upset truly at him... “I’m not used to people caring for me” he finally said after a brief pause, forming the words carefully but quickly from fear that she would turn on the lights - she never made empty threats. “So the fact that I should tell people where I’m going or if I’m okay just... doesn’t occur to me. When I get dragged back to the Netherworld, it’s hard to even let anyone know. It just happens” though even then, his explanation sounded like more excuses, so he stopped. 

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