Punishment [17a/18]
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October 6 2011, 03:48:51 UTC
Berwald held Arthur in one arm when he pushed open the door to the house, and Tino looked up from the book he was reading. They were in the small kitchen of the house, and Arthur could feel the house from the tiny wood stove in the corner. The heat was heavenly after suffering the cold and wetness outside, and Arthur would have reached for it if Tino hadn't been staring at him.
“Did you hurt yourself?” Tino stood and walked around the table, and Arthur blinked in surprise. Humans that could see him were rare, and for two in the same house to have that ability-
“Why are you holding your arm like that?”
“Angel,” Berwald said, and Tino frowned at him.
Tino took Berwald's arm and ran his fingers up it, and Berwald stumbled slightly when Tino attempted to pull it away from his side and as a result almost dropped Arthur. Tino's hand fell on Arthur's arm and his eyes widened in surprise.
“What's this?”
“The angel.”
Arthur wasn't sure what Berwald was saying, but Tino's eyes widened in surprise. Once Tino had gotten over the surprise of the statement, he started to move his hands over Arthur rather awkwardly, and Arthur pushed him away when a hand strayed too close to his face.
Tino couldn't see him. He had just been concerned about the awkward way Berwald held his arm. Arthur was slightly disheartened by that realization, much to his surprise. He had hoped that Tino could see him. While he used to not care about being visible only to demons, angels and select humans, he was rather sick of it in that moment. He wanted to be seen.
It probably had something to do with the fever.
“I think he's sick,” Berwald continued. He barely moved his lips when he spoke, and Arthur decided it was probably easier to ignore him and listen only to Tino. Tino spoke much more clearly, while Berwald sounded as though he had something over his mouth.
“I can't help him if I can't see him,” Tino said, and he pulled his hands away.
“I can take care of him.”
Tino frowned and looked towards the door that Arthur knew led to the living room where Alfred was.
“Where would he sleep? We already have Alfred...” Tino felt around for Arthur's arm again and Arthur watched him warily. Tino moved his hand up Arthur's arm and over his shoulder, then touched his wings. “Is he Alfred's..?”
Berwald shrugged and walked through the door. Alfred lay silently on the couch, but when he saw Berwald approaching, he immediately started to get up.
“Don't get up!” Arthur snapped at the same time Tino said the same thing. “You're hurt you idiot!”
Alfred carefully lowered himself back down, but he kept his eyes locked on Arthur.
“Your wing.” Alfred reached out with a hand even though Berwald held Arthur out of reach. “You can't fly anymore.”
“I couldn't fly before,” Arthur muttered, and he jumped when Berwald moved his arms to change his position. Berwald set Arthur down in the chair that Tino had brought from the kitchen and Alfred grabbed his wrist as soon as he was in reach.
Arthur didn't shake Alfred off. He let Alfred hold his wrist when Berwald leaned down before him and tilted Arthur's chin up.
Tino frowned at the chair he perceived as empty. He couldn't get over the fact that Arthur was invisible to his eyes and not Berwald's. Berwald didn't seem bothered by that fact-he was content with checking Arthur's breathing and then pushing him down on a small cot Tino brought out before he covered him with blankets.
“What's wrong with him?” Tino asked.
Berwald shrugged. “Cough. Wing's broken.”
Tino stared at the blankets and grimaced. “Do we treat it like a giant bird wing?”
Berwald shrugged, and Tino watched the blankets sink as Arthur laid down.
Alfred grabbed Arthur's wrist as soon as he was in reach, and his nails almost tore through Arthur's skin. Berwald quickly reached forward and grabbed their hands to separate them.
“Gimme Arthur!” Alfred demanded, but Berwald shook his head.
“You'll hurt him.”
Alfred stared at Berwald, then looked to Arthur. The skin on Arthur's wrist was already starting to darken into a bruise, and he frowned. He looked at Arthur's wing and his lips began to quiver. “I'm sorry.”
Berwald released their hands and motioned to Tino. He hesitated before he left the room, and then Arthur was left alone with Alfred.
“Did you hurt yourself?” Tino stood and walked around the table, and Arthur blinked in surprise. Humans that could see him were rare, and for two in the same house to have that ability-
“Why are you holding your arm like that?”
“Angel,” Berwald said, and Tino frowned at him.
Tino took Berwald's arm and ran his fingers up it, and Berwald stumbled slightly when Tino attempted to pull it away from his side and as a result almost dropped Arthur. Tino's hand fell on Arthur's arm and his eyes widened in surprise.
“What's this?”
“The angel.”
Arthur wasn't sure what Berwald was saying, but Tino's eyes widened in surprise. Once Tino had gotten over the surprise of the statement, he started to move his hands over Arthur rather awkwardly, and Arthur pushed him away when a hand strayed too close to his face.
Tino couldn't see him. He had just been concerned about the awkward way Berwald held his arm. Arthur was slightly disheartened by that realization, much to his surprise. He had hoped that Tino could see him. While he used to not care about being visible only to demons, angels and select humans, he was rather sick of it in that moment. He wanted to be seen.
It probably had something to do with the fever.
“I think he's sick,” Berwald continued. He barely moved his lips when he spoke, and Arthur decided it was probably easier to ignore him and listen only to Tino. Tino spoke much more clearly, while Berwald sounded as though he had something over his mouth.
“I can't help him if I can't see him,” Tino said, and he pulled his hands away.
“I can take care of him.”
Tino frowned and looked towards the door that Arthur knew led to the living room where Alfred was.
“Where would he sleep? We already have Alfred...” Tino felt around for Arthur's arm again and Arthur watched him warily. Tino moved his hand up Arthur's arm and over his shoulder, then touched his wings. “Is he Alfred's..?”
Berwald shrugged and walked through the door. Alfred lay silently on the couch, but when he saw Berwald approaching, he immediately started to get up.
“Don't get up!” Arthur snapped at the same time Tino said the same thing. “You're hurt you idiot!”
Alfred carefully lowered himself back down, but he kept his eyes locked on Arthur.
“Your wing.” Alfred reached out with a hand even though Berwald held Arthur out of reach. “You can't fly anymore.”
“I couldn't fly before,” Arthur muttered, and he jumped when Berwald moved his arms to change his position. Berwald set Arthur down in the chair that Tino had brought from the kitchen and Alfred grabbed his wrist as soon as he was in reach.
Arthur didn't shake Alfred off. He let Alfred hold his wrist when Berwald leaned down before him and tilted Arthur's chin up.
Tino frowned at the chair he perceived as empty. He couldn't get over the fact that Arthur was invisible to his eyes and not Berwald's. Berwald didn't seem bothered by that fact-he was content with checking Arthur's breathing and then pushing him down on a small cot Tino brought out before he covered him with blankets.
“What's wrong with him?” Tino asked.
Berwald shrugged. “Cough. Wing's broken.”
Tino stared at the blankets and grimaced. “Do we treat it like a giant bird wing?”
Berwald shrugged, and Tino watched the blankets sink as Arthur laid down.
Alfred grabbed Arthur's wrist as soon as he was in reach, and his nails almost tore through Arthur's skin. Berwald quickly reached forward and grabbed their hands to separate them.
“Gimme Arthur!” Alfred demanded, but Berwald shook his head.
“You'll hurt him.”
Alfred stared at Berwald, then looked to Arthur. The skin on Arthur's wrist was already starting to darken into a bruise, and he frowned. He looked at Arthur's wing and his lips began to quiver. “I'm sorry.”
Berwald released their hands and motioned to Tino. He hesitated before he left the room, and then Arthur was left alone with Alfred.
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