"I wish I could fly." "Oh, yeah? I wish I could, too." | Fallen Angel x Human OxO | MxM | Soft, Sweet Romance. | Closed!

Introduction
Honestly I don't know why I'm so formal with these but okay, welcome to this thread. Okay, so basically here's what's up.

Plot
A fallen angel ( preferably me ) meets a human ( preferably you ) at an outdoor art class. The fallen angel fell from the sky, their wings completely broken up. They've fallen from the realm of the good afterlife, known as Heaven. The human has always loved art, because if gave them the freedom to fly. After the angel gets, hmm, "rescued" by the human, they eventually bond over the idea of flight, and art, too. Sometime there's gonna be romance, and a good scene where they both take a hot air balloon ride, but I don't know when. :)

Rules and Information-ish

1. andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s
2. Cursing is allowed, but please keep it minor.
3. Gore will be present at the beginning, but I doubt it'll continue, but it'll be completely described.
4. Smut goes to PMs thanks.
5. Keep grammar mistakes to a minimum.
6. 3+ sentences, no matter what the case.

The Template

• Full Name:
• Age:
• Gender:
• Sexuality:
• Physical Appearance:
• Usual Clothes:
• Personality In Five Words:

To Join
Honestly just say you want to, haha.

(o.o So I like this idea… May I? However, time is limited for me, so I can only do weekdays.)

( Of course~! I'll get my template up in a second. )

(Thanks!)

• Full Name: Midas Sawyer Gold.
• Age: Midas is 22 in human years, though his heavenly years are unknown.
• Gender: Male.
• Sexuality: Midas does not understand the idea of sexuality, but does know that he likes what he likes. Probably Pansexual.
• Physical Appearance: Midas has honey colored hair, that appears swept to the left. Midas's hair is parted on the right, and has small streaks of white flirting with the gold. His eyes are forest green, and contain flecks of gold inside of them. His lips are thin, and slightly red in color. Freckles dust his cheeks and nose bridge.
• Usual Clothes: Midas fell to Earth wearing a loose white button up, and a pair of white dress pants. Midas, however, takes a liking to forest green sweaters and dark blue jeans. Midas also loves canvas shoes. ( It's brief, apologies. We'll eventually explore it later, I guess. )
• Personality In Five Words: Midas is sweet, compassionate, friendly, outgoing, and loving.

(Is he alright? Sorry for not putting in a whole ton of detail.)

• Full name: Junpei Willow Hughes (He is often called Jumpy by close friends)
• Age: 21
• Gender: Male
• Sexuality: Bi
• Physical Appearance: Junpei is a little shorter than average, about 5'3", and tends to have messy dark brown hair. Whe the sun hit's it right, Junpei's hair looks like it could be a lighter brown, perhaps even dirty blonde in some areas. His eyes are a syrup brown and his skin is fair. He has a light freckle line going across from under his eyes over his nose bridge.
• Usual Clothes: When not in a hoodie or creative jacket, Junpei is most likely wearing jeans, usually a shade of blue, and a solid-colored T-shirt.
• Personality in Five Words: Junpei is anxious, curious, creative, kind, and selfless.

( Of course he is! I'll get our starter up! )

(Thank you!)

Midas… screamed. He was falling from the highest points in the sky, towards a field of green. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't fly, he couldn't ask for help, and he surely wasn't able to stop it. He tried to fly anyways, flapping his ragged wings as if it would slow the fall. Feathers kept ripping off of them, it hurt him in a way he'd never expected to feel before. And with his falling came the ground. The ground was nearer, and nearer, before it met Midas. He fell just around an outdoor art class, through a tree's branches.

(Please, pardon my late response.)

Junpei yawned while his friend updated him on her work. "Ari, I have no idea how you manage to stay awake after class. As amazing as I like it, I can't stop staying up."
The girl, Arianna, was about to snap back at him when her phone rang. She took a quick glance at her phone and sucked in a breath. "I'm gonna have to take this. See you tomorrow?"
"Sure!" Junpei waved as she walked off. It had been forever since he'd interacted with Ari since elementary school, and even then, they were both different back then. For one, Junpei once had a crush on her–but that quickly dissolved and they had been mutual friends, least until they found each other on campus.
A scream and the snapping of branches interrupted Junpei's thoughts. "What the-" Someone was laying limp on the ground.
"Hey! You okay?" Junpei, after a few seconds, went over to the person. He almost seemed…cute. Not now, Junpei. Try and make sure he's alive before you fall for a corpse.
"Jeez, are you alright? God… Okay, um…" Junpei didn't know what to do as he kneeled next to the person.

( It's okay! No need to apologize. )

Midas groaned, and his eyes flickered back open. He set his sights on an interesting, wood-like person. He took in their features, as he was used to doing from the clouds. "I kind of fell from Heaven- isn't this Earth?" Midas asked, shakily. He attempted to stand, though weak at that, too. His entire body wobbled, before he fell onto a tree. "Oh, pity, I didn't ask for a name. I-I'm Midas. You?"

It surprised Junpei to see the person coherent after falling… Wait, how did he fall? There weren't any tall buildings nearby. Perhaps he fell from the tree? He… fell from Heaven? He must be delirious.
"Junpei, I'm Junpei." He shook off his wandering thoughts. "Are you alright?"

"Junpei…" Midas muttered, before he turned around. Junpei would be able to see his wings now that he knew his name. "You see, the ruler there kicked me out and mutilated my wings," He said, cautiously. He had no clue if the other followed his religion or not, so he kept it simple. "They kind of hurt, oh, and not to mention the thousands of scratches this tree caused me," He added, sarcastically.

Junpei tensed at the sight of the wings. They were fake, right? No, they looked too real. "Midas, right? I…don't know what I can do to help. Are you able to walk, or should I call an ambulance? I haven't…experienced this situation before."

"I think I can walk, I doubt mortal hospitals own the technology I need for these, though. Do you have an establishment I might be able to stay at for a while?" Midas said. He didn't know if a while would be a day, or a week, but he knew he'd have to heal himself up. He hoped Junpei would be able to comply.

(I'm wondering what would happen if Junpei just leaves Midas behind–that would be unlike him, though.)

"Um, yeah. My roommate is visiting family, and my car is somewhere nearby. Do you think you can hold out for a minute while I get my car?" Junpei points behind him with his thumb towards the parking lot, which, with Midas, would be a good 5 minutes if Junpei was helping Midas.

( lmao Midas would probably just remain there, waiting on him to come back. He thinks people are that nice. )

"Of course. I'm patient as can be." Midas replied. His words were impeccably styled, and he was way too formal to have just about died, but he managed it. Midas had died before, this shouldn't be too much of a surprise for him. He found his way to a small bench and rested himself, flipping his wings over the back boarding of the bench.

(They're just two cute, soft boys… I ship it :D)

"Alright, I'll be right back." Junpei walked off, tossing his bag over his shoulder. I hope he's alright… What's with the wings? Is he some sort of..? No, I'm probably seeing things from my one-nighter.

Junpei pulled up close to the bench in a blue 2004 Ford Escape. It was a hand-me-down from his mom, but, despite all that, it had minimal scratches. On the back was a magnet of a paw print, with the words "My dog rescued me" inside it.
Rolling down the passenger window and unlocking the car, Junpei called out. "Midas, it should be only a few more minutes, okay?"

( same tho!!! )

"It'll be okay, Junpei. Thank you." Midas replied, simply. His eyes flashed for a second, they seemed to do that when he was excited or when he had some sweet feelings or gratitude or love. During his few minutes, he tried to rearrange a few of his feathers, occasionally plucking out the broken ones. He winced in pain when he did that. He ruffled up the ones that at least had some traction, praying that they still looked alright. Praying… he hadn't done that in a while.

Junpei tightened his jaw when he saw Midas in pain. "So… Midas. Are you named after King Midas? 'Everything he touched turned to gold' Midas?" It was a feeble attempt to distract him, but he was also curious.

"Yep, I was. Unusually, I decided, when I was alive, to change my last name to Gold. It just seemed to fit the old mythology, pity it didn't actually happen in reality." Midas replied, with a lazy smile. "And you… are you named after juniper berries, or something?" He added, wondering some of Junpei as well.

"Junpei, in Japanese culture, means pure and genuine. My parents are nice people–I hope to be the same. Friends don't usually call me Junpei, though–Ari calls me Jumpy." Junpei laughed. "Alright, we're here. Do you need help out?"

"Maybe an arm to sturdy myself, pure one." Midas said, kindly as he could. He positioned himself as best as he could so that Junpei could help himself out. He thought about the terms he used, and felt bewildered by them.

"'Pure one'? You don't need to be so formal, Midas." Junpei shook his head, smiling anyways. "Junpei is only a name, not a title." He offered his arm to the other after opening the door.
"It should only be a minute to walk inside. There, I have a couch that you can use." Junpei was referring to his navy blue man-eating couch. It was called that not because it ate him, but because it was so comfortable that, despite being worn, often made Junpei never want to get back up. He regrettably was tardy to class a few times because of it.

Midas took Junpei's arm, carefully. His grasp was delicate, and soft, and his whole body was ice cold. As the two found their way in, Midas completely plopped down on the couch. It was really, really comfortable. "Sure then, thank yo-" Midas paused, finding a way to be a little more casual. "Thanks, Junpei." He finalized his words.

"No problem. My friends would do the same for me." Junpei nodded to Midas. "As for what happened… I won't ask. I'll get the first aid kit." Junpei went off to his bathroom, soon coming back and applying bandages to Midas' wound lightly. "Sorry if this hurts, I'm not a doctor."

"You're fine, trust me," Midas said, just before wincing slightly. "I'm not exactly used to pain, it's been maybe a thousand and a half years since I've felt anything like this." He added, with a lousy laugh. "You're really sweet for this, I would have thought I'd be shot for game or something."

"So, if you mind me asking…what are you, exactly? I doubt just a tree caused these wounds. And there's no doubt that you have…" wings? Should I even acknowledge them? Junpei, no. Just focus on his health. You can ask questions later. "Nevermind. Do you have somewhere to stay?" Junpei finished applying Neosporin and wrapping up Midas' back.

"Oh. Why I'm an angel. Well, a fallen one, haha. Lord kicked me from the heavens. I once stayed there, but I'm no longer allowed to reside with the others." Midas explained, as simply as he could. Junpei's assistance felt miraculously good, he would have never expected mortal healing to feel the way it did. "How long have you lived here?" Midas added, with a small question.

(I'm going to Florida for the next few weeks, so if I'm inactive, I do apologize. Things have been hectic…)

"Ah, a good two years. Why?" Junpei went to the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink? Sorry I can't help you much any further."