Honestly I shouldn't be allowed to open rps. (Closed) (yes another one-on-one) (stalkers welcome!)

"Back at m- the angel camp." Afriel chewed her lip awkwardly. "Before the whole exile thing and whatever they did to you."

“Oh yeah. It just got an infection. That wasn’t my body.” Zackary curled back into his wings.

Afriel put the bottle of medication on the bed side table. "Yeah well your body might need some help."

“I’m not gonna accept it,” Zackary grunted stubbornly, his wings shifting unhappily.

"You're acting like a child." Afriel narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms over her chest.

“A tired, reluctant child. Thanks for pointing that out,” His response was dry and sarcastic.

Afriel sighed, "fine. Just please take it if your fever gets any worse?" And with that she left and made her way back down stairs.

Zackary didn’t respond. He vowed silently not to take it and tried to g back to sleep, but hus aching, cold limbs kept him up.

Every hour or so Afriel would sneak up stairs and poke her head in to check on Zackary. But once she was on brake she brought some some food up for him.

(*break)

Zackary ignored her when she came up, feigning sleep. His wings fluttered fretfully as they turned grayer and grayer before her eyes.

(Oof sorry. I'm really dead rn so my spelling most likely died with me. Sorry.)

"Zackary. What's wrong with your wings?" Afriels tone was shakey as she slowly approached his bed side.

(xD That’s alright.)

“What do you mean?” Zackary mumbled gently as his wings shook again.

"They are litarlly turning gray like," she looked for a word to describe it But ended up just snapping her fingers. "Like that."

(Wow you are suffering. Get some sleep!)

(Are you alive again?)

Zackary shook his head sleepily. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, they feel fine.”

(Yes, kinda. I haven't tested my lifeness yet.)

"They might feel fine but they're turning gray. Really really fast."

(Your lifeness)

Zackary sighed. “What am I going to do about it, then?”

(I promise I can English.)

"I don't know! Its just- you're not worried?" Afriel was panicking slightly. Her panic showing on her face.

(Same.)

Zackary shook his head a little. “No, not really. My wings have their own mind.”

Afriel rolled her eyes at him. "You don't at least wonder why?"

“It happens with every powerful Demon. It’s just what we go through.”

Afriel threw up her hands. "Why wouldn't you start with that. I swear you're gonna give me a heart attack."

Zackary shook his wings out in an irritated fashion. “What do you mean, start with that?” He sounded afflicted and annoyed.

"Oh I don't know. Instead of saying your wings have a mind of their own?" Afriel gave a slight nod twords his wings. "So this is normal?"

“Quite sure it is.” Zackary gave her an irritated look and his wings shivered in agitation as another feather turned gray.

Afriel crossed her arms. "Are you sure its normal, Zackary?"

“How do you know how Demons act? You haven’t lived in Hell for thirty years nor been a Demon! I’m sure!”

Afriel jumped and took a step back. "I didn't mean- I'm just worried about you. Should I not be worried?"

Zackary’s wings shook out again and he turned away again. “No. You shouldn’t be worried.”