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[color=transparent]YOU ARE LOVELY <3
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[color=transparent]u rock !
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[abbr=claire made this !]―[/abbr] HOLLOW GRIMSHAW JACKSON
"goodness, hollow, your eyes are so beautiful!"
a nose sticking in his vision made dark and deep blue eyes glance up from what he was reading. some kind of poetry one of the other angels had written. they wanted hollow to read it because hollow had a knack for literature; especially poems! he loved poetry and wrote a lot of it himself.
a dark eyebrow raised itself and watched that smaller male roll over into his lap, getting right up against the other. deep green eyes gazed lovingly into his own blue ones and hollow felt his heart flutter like it was his first time seeing this man again. they were truly meant to be with one another.. that much was obvious. they were soulmates, everyone knew that.
"what do you mean?" hollow's voice was soft, sweet, but much deeper and gruffer than his lover's. pilot chuckled softly and placed his head under hollow's chin.
"you know how god is making those super big bodies of water? the ocean and lakes? the super pretty blue ones? i think he got inspiration from your eyes!"
the blue eyes in question rolled and hollow set down the book he was reading, arms wrapping around his love.
"i can't wait for when we become human. get to see and feel everything god is working so hard on for us..." pilot's voice was soft as they stared in front of them, simply enjoying the quiet day and each other's company. hollow smiled, closing his eyes peacefully as he hummed happily.
"we'll be together forever, pilot."
"you promise?"
"i promise."
pilot wanted this more than anything. more than fucking anything did he want to become human. he loved god and all of his creations more than god himself loved them. he was the purest soul of them all - and he was still torn away from everything he had been given. everything he had been promised. taken by the very beings he admired and idolized. angels were selfish pieces of shit and every angel he killed made him feel a little closer to avenging his love. hollow felt no remorse for killing angels who didn't even know who pilot was.
vengeance wasn't sweet, however. it was bitter, and made hollow feel no joy or happiness. hollow felt nothing anymore. he was just hoping that one day, he'd feel that pilot's death was justified. a creeping feeling in his stomach made him feel like that would never happen, and he always had to shove that away. he knew that he would never forgive the angels for what they did. he wouldn't forgive the demons for conspiring. he wouldn't forgive god or lucifer. he would give none of them any kind of kindness. they didn't show that to his love, so why should he?
once deep and icy blue eyes had turned pure black; devoid of color like his soul and his emotions were. the color was taken from his eyes just like the happiness was taken from his life. it wasn't just black, though, it was a deep, bottomless void filled with hatred, anger, regret, sadness, and bitter tears. his name went from being a beautifully haunting melody to being what he actually felt like and turned in to. he was empty. devoid. hollow.
abysmally empty eyes stared at the man he had been protecting all these years. he was so much like pilot... memories faded away as the man grunted and spluttered, blood leaking from his mouth and chest. so much like pilot... hollow had half of a mind to sit here and watch the other die, just to try and get this pain out of his chest. maybe if he watched pilot die a second time he would be used to it. he'd accept it. maybe he should just finish the job...
"shit."
fausto cursed and brought hollow back to the moment. emotionless gaze followed him as he threw a fit of coughs and hacking. though his eyes were devoid of emotion, he frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, chin sticking up defiantly. [b]"you're welcome," hollow drawled, rolling his eyes. he uncrossed his arms and watched the man squirm around a bit more, partly reveling in the sight, and partly wanting to go somewhere else. though, hollow decided he'd helped thusfar, might as well continue.
large frame moving forward, hollow approached the wounded male - easily scooping him up with one arm and carrying the other into the man's house. rather haphazardly, hollow set the man on the chair he had been sitting in before (though hollow didn't know that he'd been sitting in that exact chair). the male looked around for a few seconds before wandering off to try and find some kind of first aid kit. when he got bored of looking, the man huffed and growled to himself, walking back out to fausto on the chair.
the grim reaper crouched in front of fausto on the chair and raised his hand, as though he was going to backhand the other. however, he didn't move it for a few seconds. fingers faded into the same black from from before; spreading down his hand and arm towards his chest. with his free hand, hollow easily tore off the completely ruined shirt from the peri, finding himself staring for a few seconds before he reached his blackened hand to the man's wound. right before he touched the man's bare skin, though, hollow paused.
"this is going to hurt, by the way." he said bluntly, before touching blackened fog to bare skin. and, when hollow said something was going to hurt, it would likely feel worse than when fausto got stabbed. he could heal things, yes, but it usually caused such incredible pain that they died anyway. that's why he always looked for a first aid kit before he rushed to heal the other; getting sutured with no pain killers hurt way fucking less than hollow's healing. he had no choice in this matter, though.
after a few seconds - probably only about ten - hollow retracted his hand, surveying the wound. it closed, yes, but it would need constant cleaning and daily care. the longer hollow touched him, the more he'd get healed, but he didn't want fausto to pass out from the pain just yet, so he decided that was good enough for now. standing up, hollow's hand returned to normal and he crossed his arms. tanned skin and rippling muscles covered in various scars of all sizes and shapes covered his body. he was wearing a simple black tank top, ripped black jeans that fit his form very well, and army styled combat boots that made a pleasant thud when he walked. he looked like a stereotypical movie bad boy almost.
"you really don't know why they want you? who was your dad?" if he didn't know why they wanted him dead, then maybe it was a thing to do with his family. that was the only thing hollow could think of. the tall man looked around before grabbing a wooden chair that was tucked away, spinning it around to sit on his backwards a few feet away from the other man. onyx eyes stared blankly at the other man. "funny that your name is fausto because you're the unluckiest mother fucker i've ever seen besides myself." himself. ah. he supposed he should probably tell the other who he was... ugh. he hated introductions.
"i'm hollow. metaphorically and otherwise. i used to be an angel back when god was creating the world and shit. long story short, after he kicked lucifer out, he kicked me out. lucifer became the devil, and i became the grim reaper. i've been looking after you since your mother-" hollow stopped himself, looking at the air next at the other man. his mother... hollow's eyes drifted down to the ground and he wrapped his arms around to top of the chair, leaning his chin on them as he tried to find the right words. hollow usually had no problem speaking bad about the dead. but he knew fausto's mother; he had been the one to take her, since he took everyone that passed.
not looking up from the floor, hollow frowned - grimaced, really. he vividly remembered walking into the cabin, seeing the boy by himself, scared, lonely, and confused. hollow was supposed to take him, too. but he made a promise on that day. the more fausto grew up, the more he saw pilot, and the less it became about the promise and more about a personal thing.
"i told her that i wouldn't take you until it was time." finally, dull onyx eyes lifted up to meet familiar green ones. the ones he used to gaze in to to feel calm and happy. "you were the last thing on her breath, y'know that?" in a way, hollow was jealous. he'd never had a family before. he was supposed to have one when he came to earth but... that obviously didn't happen. he didn't even have a childhood phase up in heaven. he's basically been twenty-nine his whole life. the grim reaper tucked his mouth down into his arms, hiding it from view as he looked back at the ground.
it was silent for a few seconds as hollow let fausto process everything. "so, i'm hollow. the grim reaper and your personal body guard, i guess. been there for your whole life. even during your, uh..." hollow waved a hand and sat up, looking at fausto. "puberty, i guess is what people call it. is all that touching normal?" the male leaned the chair forward, eyeing fausto carefully. "you seemed really ashamed about it... why?"
// leave it to hollow to ask if jacking it in a school bathroom is something to be ashamed of bc he??
doesn't know actually
a nose sticking in his vision made dark and deep blue eyes glance up from what he was reading. some kind of poetry one of the other angels had written. they wanted hollow to read it because hollow had a knack for literature; especially poems! he loved poetry and wrote a lot of it himself.
a dark eyebrow raised itself and watched that smaller male roll over into his lap, getting right up against the other. deep green eyes gazed lovingly into his own blue ones and hollow felt his heart flutter like it was his first time seeing this man again. they were truly meant to be with one another.. that much was obvious. they were soulmates, everyone knew that.
"what do you mean?" hollow's voice was soft, sweet, but much deeper and gruffer than his lover's. pilot chuckled softly and placed his head under hollow's chin.
"you know how god is making those super big bodies of water? the ocean and lakes? the super pretty blue ones? i think he got inspiration from your eyes!"
the blue eyes in question rolled and hollow set down the book he was reading, arms wrapping around his love.
"i can't wait for when we become human. get to see and feel everything god is working so hard on for us..." pilot's voice was soft as they stared in front of them, simply enjoying the quiet day and each other's company. hollow smiled, closing his eyes peacefully as he hummed happily.
"we'll be together forever, pilot."
"you promise?"
"i promise."
pilot wanted this more than anything. more than fucking anything did he want to become human. he loved god and all of his creations more than god himself loved them. he was the purest soul of them all - and he was still torn away from everything he had been given. everything he had been promised. taken by the very beings he admired and idolized. angels were selfish pieces of shit and every angel he killed made him feel a little closer to avenging his love. hollow felt no remorse for killing angels who didn't even know who pilot was.
vengeance wasn't sweet, however. it was bitter, and made hollow feel no joy or happiness. hollow felt nothing anymore. he was just hoping that one day, he'd feel that pilot's death was justified. a creeping feeling in his stomach made him feel like that would never happen, and he always had to shove that away. he knew that he would never forgive the angels for what they did. he wouldn't forgive the demons for conspiring. he wouldn't forgive god or lucifer. he would give none of them any kind of kindness. they didn't show that to his love, so why should he?
once deep and icy blue eyes had turned pure black; devoid of color like his soul and his emotions were. the color was taken from his eyes just like the happiness was taken from his life. it wasn't just black, though, it was a deep, bottomless void filled with hatred, anger, regret, sadness, and bitter tears. his name went from being a beautifully haunting melody to being what he actually felt like and turned in to. he was empty. devoid. hollow.
abysmally empty eyes stared at the man he had been protecting all these years. he was so much like pilot... memories faded away as the man grunted and spluttered, blood leaking from his mouth and chest. so much like pilot... hollow had half of a mind to sit here and watch the other die, just to try and get this pain out of his chest. maybe if he watched pilot die a second time he would be used to it. he'd accept it. maybe he should just finish the job...
"shit."
fausto cursed and brought hollow back to the moment. emotionless gaze followed him as he threw a fit of coughs and hacking. though his eyes were devoid of emotion, he frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, chin sticking up defiantly. [b]"you're welcome," hollow drawled, rolling his eyes. he uncrossed his arms and watched the man squirm around a bit more, partly reveling in the sight, and partly wanting to go somewhere else. though, hollow decided he'd helped thusfar, might as well continue.
large frame moving forward, hollow approached the wounded male - easily scooping him up with one arm and carrying the other into the man's house. rather haphazardly, hollow set the man on the chair he had been sitting in before (though hollow didn't know that he'd been sitting in that exact chair). the male looked around for a few seconds before wandering off to try and find some kind of first aid kit. when he got bored of looking, the man huffed and growled to himself, walking back out to fausto on the chair.
the grim reaper crouched in front of fausto on the chair and raised his hand, as though he was going to backhand the other. however, he didn't move it for a few seconds. fingers faded into the same black from from before; spreading down his hand and arm towards his chest. with his free hand, hollow easily tore off the completely ruined shirt from the peri, finding himself staring for a few seconds before he reached his blackened hand to the man's wound. right before he touched the man's bare skin, though, hollow paused.
"this is going to hurt, by the way." he said bluntly, before touching blackened fog to bare skin. and, when hollow said something was going to hurt, it would likely feel worse than when fausto got stabbed. he could heal things, yes, but it usually caused such incredible pain that they died anyway. that's why he always looked for a first aid kit before he rushed to heal the other; getting sutured with no pain killers hurt way fucking less than hollow's healing. he had no choice in this matter, though.
after a few seconds - probably only about ten - hollow retracted his hand, surveying the wound. it closed, yes, but it would need constant cleaning and daily care. the longer hollow touched him, the more he'd get healed, but he didn't want fausto to pass out from the pain just yet, so he decided that was good enough for now. standing up, hollow's hand returned to normal and he crossed his arms. tanned skin and rippling muscles covered in various scars of all sizes and shapes covered his body. he was wearing a simple black tank top, ripped black jeans that fit his form very well, and army styled combat boots that made a pleasant thud when he walked. he looked like a stereotypical movie bad boy almost.
"you really don't know why they want you? who was your dad?" if he didn't know why they wanted him dead, then maybe it was a thing to do with his family. that was the only thing hollow could think of. the tall man looked around before grabbing a wooden chair that was tucked away, spinning it around to sit on his backwards a few feet away from the other man. onyx eyes stared blankly at the other man. "funny that your name is fausto because you're the unluckiest mother fucker i've ever seen besides myself." himself. ah. he supposed he should probably tell the other who he was... ugh. he hated introductions.
"i'm hollow. metaphorically and otherwise. i used to be an angel back when god was creating the world and shit. long story short, after he kicked lucifer out, he kicked me out. lucifer became the devil, and i became the grim reaper. i've been looking after you since your mother-" hollow stopped himself, looking at the air next at the other man. his mother... hollow's eyes drifted down to the ground and he wrapped his arms around to top of the chair, leaning his chin on them as he tried to find the right words. hollow usually had no problem speaking bad about the dead. but he knew fausto's mother; he had been the one to take her, since he took everyone that passed.
not looking up from the floor, hollow frowned - grimaced, really. he vividly remembered walking into the cabin, seeing the boy by himself, scared, lonely, and confused. hollow was supposed to take him, too. but he made a promise on that day. the more fausto grew up, the more he saw pilot, and the less it became about the promise and more about a personal thing.
"i told her that i wouldn't take you until it was time." finally, dull onyx eyes lifted up to meet familiar green ones. the ones he used to gaze in to to feel calm and happy. "you were the last thing on her breath, y'know that?" in a way, hollow was jealous. he'd never had a family before. he was supposed to have one when he came to earth but... that obviously didn't happen. he didn't even have a childhood phase up in heaven. he's basically been twenty-nine his whole life. the grim reaper tucked his mouth down into his arms, hiding it from view as he looked back at the ground.
it was silent for a few seconds as hollow let fausto process everything. "so, i'm hollow. the grim reaper and your personal body guard, i guess. been there for your whole life. even during your, uh..." hollow waved a hand and sat up, looking at fausto. "puberty, i guess is what people call it. is all that touching normal?" the male leaned the chair forward, eyeing fausto carefully. "you seemed really ashamed about it... why?"
// leave it to hollow to ask if jacking it in a school bathroom is something to be ashamed of bc he??
doesn't know actually
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there's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
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there's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do