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The sensation of Damien’s hands on his arms made him shiver a little, and he moved to slip them around the vampire’s wide shoulders, their noses nudging against each other as he shifted a little to get comfortable. “Is this okay?” he whispered.

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The fallen angel exhaled slowly through his nose, eyes flicking open to meet Damien’s as he laced their fingers together. “Damien I—Thank you… Thank you for staying with me, and for putting up with my—well, issues..” He knew of the vampire’s aversion to prolonged contact, but he was happy none the less that he’d been willing to hold him and stay close to him during this whole… ordeal.

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The fallen angel exhaled slowly through his nose, eyes flicking open to meet Damien’s as he laced their fingers together. “Damien I—Thank you… Thank you for staying with me, and for putting up with my—well, issues..” He knew of the vampire’s aversion to prolonged contact, but he was happy none the less that he’d been willing to hold him and stay close to him during this whole… ordeal.

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Ezra moved forward a little, resting their foreheads together and closing his eyes as Damien’s fingertips graced along his skin. “I love you—“ he murmured. Laying his hand over the vampire’s and kissing his palm.

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Reblog if your muse has lost one, or both of their parents.

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Ezra moved forward a little, resting their foreheads together and closing his eyes as Damien’s fingertips graced along his skin. “I love you—“ he murmured. Laying his hand over the vampire’s and kissing his palm.

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Ezra frowned slightly and curled his fingers slowly around Damien’s wrist, tugging his arm gently out from under him and having him lay down beside him. “—wanted to see your eyes…” he murmured, fingers pressing over his pulse.

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Ezra frowned slightly and curled his fingers slowly around Damien’s wrist, tugging his arm gently out from under him and having him lay down beside him. “—wanted to see your eyes…” he murmured, fingers pressing over his pulse.

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“I don’t know…” He breathed. “I—I really don’t know. There’s nothing proving that he’s alive or even caring about anyone but himself..” The angel slumped before laying down against the bed on his back. “All through our existence we’ve been indoctrinated into believing in this—this supreme being, without proof, without even seeing him and… We’re all stupid… So ignorant.”

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Guess which mun got hit in the eye with a binder?

This one.

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“I don’t know…” He breathed. “I—I really don’t know. There’s nothing proving that he’s alive or even caring about anyone but himself..” The angel slumped before laying down against the bed on his back. “All through our existence we’ve been indoctrinated into believing in this—this supreme being, without proof, without even seeing him and… We’re all stupid… So ignorant.”

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“No—It’s… It’s like a factory line. Other angels assemble and create us, but the products never see the foreman…” he said quietly, nuzzling softly into the vampire’s neck and letting his lips brush over the slight stubble there. He loved everything about the way Damien felt; his sophisticated taste and the way he carried himself paired with his coarse inner workings. He loved when his chest rose and fell, the way his eyes looked at him, the feel of his soft hands.

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“No—It’s… It’s like a factory line. Other angels assemble and create us, but the products never see the foreman…” he said quietly, nuzzling softly into the vampire’s neck and letting his lips brush over the slight stubble there. He loved everything about the way Damien felt; his sophisticated taste and the way he carried himself paired with his coarse inner workings. He loved when his chest rose and fell, the way his eyes looked at him, the feel of his soft hands.

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He shuffled closer to him and leaned into his side, tucking his head beneath his jaw in the crook of his neck. “I hate them—I hate them all…” he whispered, letting his hand splay out flat against Damien’s chest, over his heart. He knew he wouldn’t feel a beat, a pulse but, he knew it was there somehow. He knew Damien’s heart was big—it had to be if it allowed him to love someone like the angel.

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He shuffled closer to him and leaned into his side, tucking his head beneath his jaw in the crook of his neck. “I hate them—I hate them all…” he whispered, letting his hand splay out flat against Damien’s chest, over his heart. He knew he wouldn’t feel a beat, a pulse but, he knew it was there somehow. He knew Damien’s heart was big—it had to be if it allowed him to love someone like the angel.

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The ghost of a smile graced Ezra’s lips as Damien agreed and he nodded a little before leading him down the hallway to his bedroom, closing the door behind them. The angel ran his free hand through his unkempt hair and sat the two of them down on the edge of the bed. “I shouldn’t be so upset—I… I know that, I just— God—Aren’t fathers supposed to love their children? What did—What did I do that was so bad?” he asked.

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The ghost of a smile graced Ezra’s lips as Damien agreed and he nodded a little before leading him down the hallway to his bedroom, closing the door behind them. The angel ran his free hand through his unkempt hair and sat the two of them down on the edge of the bed. “I shouldn’t be so upset—I… I know that, I just-- God—Aren’t fathers supposed to love their children? What did—What did I do that was so bad?” he asked.

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He nodded a little and tucked his head back under Damien’s chin, his lips catching his throat slightly as he did so. “Can we lay down?” he asked quietly, realizing that they were still standing in the open doorway of his house and just wanting to be alone with the vampire. He felt too vulnerable to be seen by the outside world again for a while; he just wanted Damien with him.

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He nodded a little and tucked his head back under Damien’s chin, his lips catching his throat slightly as he did so. “Can we lay down?” he asked quietly, realizing that they were still standing in the open doorway of his house and just wanting to be alone with the vampire. He felt too vulnerable to be seen by the outside world again for a while; he just wanted Damien with him.

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Ezra clenched his jaw and let his eyes squeeze shut. “Seven—Seven years…” he rasped, trembling softly in Damien’s arms and gripping at the shirt on his back like a life line. “I-I’m sorry—didn’t want to make you do this, I—“ he murmured in broken fragments. He was silent for a few moments before he whispered into his neck, “I’m so sorry…”

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I just choked on my tea omg

Seriously, you need to stop being so fucking gorgeous

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Seriously, you need to stop being so fucking gorgeous

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Ezra clenched his jaw and let his eyes squeeze shut. “Seven—Seven years…” he rasped, trembling softly in Damien’s arms and gripping at the shirt on his back like a life line. “I-I’m sorry—didn’t want to make you do this, I—“ he murmured in broken fragments. He was silent for a few moments before he whispered into his neck, “I’m so sorry…”

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He shook his head softly and hugged himself closer, just wanting to be held for a bit by the vampire’s strong arms. “Fell—“ he breathed, trying to explain what had happened, but unable to find the words besides that one. He felt stupid doing this, felt like a child. He’d been a soldier for so long, been tough and merciless and unforgiving—so why was he so vulnerable now?

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He shook his head softly and hugged himself closer, just wanting to be held for a bit by the vampire’s strong arms. “Fell—“ he breathed, trying to explain what had happened, but unable to find the words besides that one. He felt stupid doing this, felt like a child. He’d been a soldier for so long, been tough and merciless and unforgiving—so why was he so vulnerable now?

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The angel rose from his bead almost subconsciously as he heard his name, walking down the hallway slowly and staring at the floor before he reached the front living room and looked up. He nearly lost it again when he saw Damien, but held it back, nearly running over and hugging his arms around the vampire’s torso tightly.

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The angel rose from his bead almost subconsciously as he heard his name, walking down the hallway slowly and staring at the floor before he reached the front living room and looked up. He nearly lost it again when he saw Damien, but held it back, nearly running over and hugging his arms around the vampire’s torso tightly.

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His door was cracked open just a bit, left unlocked from the day before when he’d come home and let himself collapse on the bed for the sheer exhaustion of thinking about everything. He was still there; he hadn’t eaten or slept in the past 42 hours, just lay there trying not to break.

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His door was cracked open just a bit, left unlocked from the day before when he’d come home and let himself collapse on the bed for the sheer exhaustion of thinking about everything. He was still there; he hadn’t eaten or slept in the past 42 hours, just lay there trying not to break.

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Ezra froze at the question and then—then he broke, a soft sob cracking his voice from behind his lips as the tears finally began to roll down his cheeks. “I—I—“ He couldn’t say anything, clutching the phone tightly and holding it away from him with the hopes that Damien wouldn’t hear him blubbering like a child. He didn’t want him to—No, he did. He needed him here. Ezra brought the phone back and whimpered slightly. “Please come over…” he breathed shakily.