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jarepadalecki:
-tosses it and whimpers when it bounces off of the wall and hits him in the head-
Jared! Don’t do that! You’ll break it. And hurt yourself. -kisses his forehead- Can you just…give it a chance? Please? For me?
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Well. I’m pretty sure those ass monkeys in Heaven can deal without me for a little while. I want my Jared.
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jarepadalecki:
phazielofmornings:
jarepadalecki:
phazielofmornings:
jarepadalecki:
Jared grumbles again and rolls his head back, his arms reaching for the sippy cup he had for Ivy earlier. He immediately tugged his arm back when he realized the track marks were still there though. “So… I was given wings back.” he said randomly, trying to keep the subject away from how badly he had abused himself with drugs and alcohol.
“Really?” he asked, reaching out a hand to take Jared’s arm and heal it. “Can I see them?”
Jared nods and sighs, popping the large black wings from his back for Phaziel to see. They were messy and smelled like blood with scabs and open wounds all over them but they were still his wings.
“Oh my God, Jared,” he breathed, gentle fingertips just barely grazing the dirty, crumpled feathers that covered Jared’s wings. “These…these need to be healed, otherwise they’ll start to affect your health.” He looked up at Jared with overwhelmed, sad eyes.
“So let em. I haven’t groomed them since I’ve had them.” he sighs, wincing as he shrugs a bit. He didn’t really want the wings in the first place. It gives people something else to cut into when they have wing kinks.
Phaziel winced a little at the imagery filling Jared’s mind. “C-can I…? Please, let me heal them,” he said, eyes filling with unshed tears. “Let me groom them. Please…”
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jarepadalecki:
phazielofmornings:
jarepadalecki:
Jared grumbles again and rolls his head back, his arms reaching for the sippy cup he had for Ivy earlier. He immediately tugged his arm back when he realized the track marks were still there though. “So… I was given wings back.” he said randomly, trying to keep the subject away from how badly he had abused himself with drugs and alcohol.
“Really?” he asked, reaching out a hand to take Jared’s arm and heal it. “Can I see them?”
Jared nods and sighs, popping the large black wings from his back for Phaziel to see. They were messy and smelled like blood with scabs and open wounds all over them but they were still his wings.
“Oh my God, Jared,” he breathed, gentle fingertips just barely grazing the dirty, crumpled feathers that covered Jared’s wings. “These…these need to be healed, otherwise they’ll start to affect your health.” He looked up at Jared with overwhelmed, sad eyes.
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jarepadalecki:
Jared grumbles again and rolls his head back, his arms reaching for the sippy cup he had for Ivy earlier. He immediately tugged his arm back when he realized the track marks were still there though. “So… I was given wings back.” he said randomly, trying to keep the subject away from how badly he had abused himself with drugs and alcohol.
“Really?” he asked, reaching out a hand to take Jared’s arm and heal it. “Can I see them?”
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jarepadalecki:
phazielofmornings:
jarepadalecki:
phazielofmornings:
jarepadalecki:
phazielofmornings:
jarepadalecki:
Jared sighed and put his arm down, too weak to fight for the bottle anymore. “It would have just hurt worse. Seeing you around and not being able to have you. Knowing you broke me and I asked for it.”
He pulled Jared into his lap, wrapping his arms around him. “I’m so sorry, Jared,” he murmured. “So very sorry. You have no idea.” He stroked his hands up and down Jared’s back and side, just wanting to touch him.
Jared curled against him, not sure what else to do. He felt weak and helpless like he couldn’t do anything but cry and depend on other people. He wondered what Phaziel would say if he told him he had sex with one of his brothers while he was away. Or if he even wanted to know or needed to know. It was inevitable that he would find out either way.
Phaziel’s arms tightened around Jared, his body going tense. “Which one?” he asked calmly. “Which of my brothers fucked you?”
Jared half whimpered and looked up at him, biting his bottom lip. “His name has Havot.” he whispers, his voice filled with both shame and a tint of dare. A part of him wanted Phaziel to toss him around, to start the punishment because he was used to it and he knew he deserved it. Havot had, after all, fucked him and told him that Phaziel was up in heaven talking shit about him and he believed him. But another part was scared that he was going to get another beating, was terrified that maybe this time he wouldn’t live through it and he had to admit that was a bit of a plus side as well right now.
“Havot…” he mumbled. “That divine deserter. There’s been some talk in the ranks of putting him out of our misery, engaging in negotiations with the demons about having him converted.”
“He was worse than you at punishment…” he half whispered, hoping Phaziel didn’t even hear him.
“He always was a little cracked,” he murmured, hands beginning to stroke again. He was exercising a great deal of self-restraint for Jared’s benefit.
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jarepadalecki:
phazielofmornings:
jarepadalecki:
phazielofmornings:
jarepadalecki:
Jared sighed and put his arm down, too weak to fight for the bottle anymore. “It would have just hurt worse. Seeing you around and not being able to have you. Knowing you broke me and I asked for it.”
He pulled Jared into his lap, wrapping his arms around him. “I’m so sorry, Jared,” he murmured. “So very sorry. You have no idea.” He stroked his hands up and down Jared’s back and side, just wanting to touch him.
Jared curled against him, not sure what else to do. He felt weak and helpless like he couldn’t do anything but cry and depend on other people. He wondered what Phaziel would say if he told him he had sex with one of his brothers while he was away. Or if he even wanted to know or needed to know. It was inevitable that he would find out either way.
Phaziel’s arms tightened around Jared, his body going tense. “Which one?” he asked calmly. “Which of my brothers fucked you?”
Jared half whimpered and looked up at him, biting his bottom lip. “His name has Havot.” he whispers, his voice filled with both shame and a tint of dare. A part of him wanted Phaziel to toss him around, to start the punishment because he was used to it and he knew he deserved it. Havot had, after all, fucked him and told him that Phaziel was up in heaven talking shit about him and he believed him. But another part was scared that he was going to get another beating, was terrified that maybe this time he wouldn’t live through it and he had to admit that was a bit of a plus side as well right now.
“Havot…” he mumbled. “That divine deserter. There’s been some talk in the ranks of putting him out of our misery, engaging in negotiations with the demons about having him converted.”
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jarepadalecki:
phazielofmornings:
jarepadalecki:
Jared sighed and put his arm down, too weak to fight for the bottle anymore. “It would have just hurt worse. Seeing you around and not being able to have you. Knowing you broke me and I asked for it.”
He pulled Jared into his lap, wrapping his arms around him. “I’m so sorry, Jared,” he murmured. “So very sorry. You have no idea.” He stroked his hands up and down Jared’s back and side, just wanting to touch him.
Jared curled against him, not sure what else to do. He felt weak and helpless like he couldn’t do anything but cry and depend on other people. He wondered what Phaziel would say if he told him he had sex with one of his brothers while he was away. Or if he even wanted to know or needed to know. It was inevitable that he would find out either way.
Phaziel’s arms tightened around Jared, his body going tense. “Which one?” he asked calmly. “Which of my brothers fucked you?”
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jarepadalecki:
Jared sighed and put his arm down, too weak to fight for the bottle anymore. “It would have just hurt worse. Seeing you around and not being able to have you. Knowing you broke me and I asked for it.”
He pulled Jared into his lap, wrapping his arms around him. “I’m so sorry, Jared,” he murmured. “So very sorry. You have no idea.” He stroked his hands up and down Jared’s back and side, just wanting to touch him.
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