Hellion Angel

You tensed up when he reached up to start pulling his feathers, making you start doubting whether what you would do would even help. He trusted you, even if your idea of helping was terrifying to him. With a small sigh, you feel your chest get heavier. If you were going to do this, you better help him, you hated to make him uncomfortable.

Watching him get up and stretch his wings, moving to get some stuff off his bed and sitting down. You hesitated for a moment to move from your spot, not because you were scared of him, but scared of what would happen once you tapped into his soul. But, finally, you move, sitting down next to him and slowly reaching to take his hand that kept plucking out his own feathers. With a soft gaze and a small frown, you look up at him. “Don’t do this. I can’t imagine it is pleasant.” With his hand into her hold, she gently rubbed it, so to try and ease his nerves, before letting go.

When she takes your hand away you almost yank it back. Touching was always a weird thing with you, but that was your hand, man. Your claws naturally tense and press into her hand, but the way she gently rubs keeps you from causing any damage, really it just brings some heat to your face and flutter to your chest. When she releases you, your hand draws back and tucks around your side.

"Sorry, can't help it," you breath for a moment.

You gotta say, you do really appreciate how she goes on to explain herself. It's very mindful, and does provide some relief to your anxiety, she was good at that. While you don't care much for the idea of hurting her over yourself, you do decide the best idea will be to hyper focus on her. Prevent any chance of disassociation, ignore any anxiety, fear, any voices screaming at you, just, focus. You hug your arms around yourself when her hands draw near, wings pressing close to you. If you make yourself smaller nothing can hurt you, right? Whatever you say, anxiety. Still, you quietly nod at her, and stare her straight in the eyes. You're not going to back out, she didn't come here for nothing. She came here for.. you. And you're going to cling to that, focus on that like her life depends on it, because to you, it might as well if you can't keep Dexter away.

“Yeah, I made it alright,” she nodded, albeit looked at him with concern when he said he was okay right now, the sound of his voice making you doubt that, but you digress. His timeline was no sunshine or rainbows at all. Your eyes keep flicking from Dave to the birds, the crows that recognized you cawed in greeting, but the newcomers just keenly watched you. This felt like the first ‘date’ they had. Hopefully you wouldn’t have to put them to sleep again, although then you would feel a lot more safer.

The birds would calm down eventually, assuming no illwill was detected. She seemed fine enough for now, you even notice a real difference just looking at her, getting some positive vibes here. It makes you feel just that much more lax, even if her suggestion stirred up mild panic in you. You grab at your chest feathers, and, habitually, start yanking them out one by one.

"I'm gonna be perfectly honest with you Rox, that sounds terrifying as hell," you laugh it off a bit, ending it with a cough, "I don't know what to expect, or how to feel about that, but I trust you. So let's do this."

Thanks for pointing that out, Fourth Wall. But it is true. You and Dave need to work out the definition of what a date is. Nevertheless, here you were, after almost a year, going to his place again for the second ‘date’. Scratching the back of your head, you pull your lips into a small frown, eyebrows knitted together, and with a swift movement of your hand, you closed your laptop and moved to fetch a blazer. 

The good thing was that you’d meet Dave again. You quite missed him, so him showing up after being absent for eleven months ? It certainly made you happy. The bad thing was that you honestly had no clue what you could do to help him. You offered help to him, because you felt like you could do something about his mental disorder, but you were no doctor. While you had mentioned soul manipulation, what exactly could you do to help him suppress his personalities ? So on one side you were excited. and on the other you were at a loss whether your visit would even do anything.

Still, you shrugged on your blazer and were quick to walk to your transportalizer. You still had his coordinates, throwing them out had never occurred to you. So you picked them out, entering on the pad and hopping on the platform. Unconsciously you moved your hands to smooth down over your high-waisted shorts and blouse, fixing yourself up in the last second before you were zapped away, reappearing in Dave’s room. Instantly your eyes looked to where his birds were, cautious about them reacting to her since the last time they were upset you began poking Dave and trying to wake him up. 

You, well, you literally haven’t moved from your computer, though you weren’t actually using it. Your head was in your hands, more focused on trying to clear your mind than anything. In fact you were outright avoiding even touching Tumblr because let’s face it, if you see that Handmaid on your dash again you’re going to lose it, and you’d rather just be YOU while seeing Rox, if you can help it. Your room, really not cleaner than you kept it a year ago, probably worse off and far more disorganized than ever, did hold two new companions. Another crow, and new, different bird. A raven. The crows that do recognize Roxy when she appears caw and screech at her presence, while the raven.. it glares, staring with its little piercing eyes.

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“Ooooh! Someone’s moving in today!” Isabelle chimed as she waited at the station. Her tail wagged in excitement. They rarely got anyone new in town, so hopefully they stayed!