Toris looked at the unconscious man. After that freak out he had had he'd passed back out and Ivan had caught him by an arm before he had hit the ground. He frowned at the darkening ring around Gil's arm and sighed inwardly. Sometimes Ivan didn't know his own strength. Putting aside the random assortment of thoughts and prioritized seeing where the bleeding was coming from. He grabbed the scissors off of the small side table he had set up a small first aid kit on and began trying to cut the black shirt off of his "patient", having issues with unsticking the bloodied fabric from Gil's cold skin and accidentally pressed hard on his side.
"...You suck." A voice hissed beside Toris' ear.
"Thought you were down for the count."
"I was 'till you tried to put your hand through my side." Narrowing his eyes, Gil looked at Toris, and once again the brunette remarked on the strange color of his eyes, so like a sunset both purpled and red.
"You don't have to ruin my shirt; I can take it off myself."
"I don't feel like picking you off the floor then cutting this damn thing off."
"Smartass."
"Invalid." Gil looked away mumbling "Klugscheißer Göre immer mit mir intelligenten" under his breath before he seemed to notice Ivan still there, leaning against the wall watching them interact.
"Is there any way we can have him leave?" Gil groaned, he looked too much like hi-
(Banish the thought.)
Toris didn't answer; he didn't even register the fact Gil had spoken. What's this? He'd been peeling back part of the blood soaked shirt and something had caught his eye, a shine of black. He ran his fingers over it lightly and realized what it was. A feather, he thought amazed, is it part of him?
"Leave that ALONE!" Gil screamed and tried to move farther away from Toris, who had ahold of the feather. Gil growled at the pain of his feather being pulled and slapped Toris' hand away.
"Didn't I just tell you to leave that the fuck alone?" Gil's face was a mask of fury as he sat himself up on the opposite side of the couch as Toris. His face was blanched white and blood had started flowing down his side, the pain from having one of his feathers pulled radiating throughout his entire body. Of course he'd pull a primary
"What's going on?" A soft, mocking voice asked beside him in a threatening tone. Gil's head whipped to the side, and his wide red eyes were staring into Ivan's lilac ones. This guy must be a fucking ghost!
"What's up with the feathers?" Toris asks, his voice slightly trembling as he stood up.
"None of your damn business!" Gil gasped out, not sure if his labored breathing was from loss of blood or the claustrophobia that was setting in. You might need to reveal yourself to humans someday, do the smart thing, if they threaten our safety I'll deal with it, the voice of his boss, Naila, echoed in his head and, for once he was happy her sister was a seer.
"Move and I'll show you." Gil bit out threw clinched teeth, hating the fact that he had to do this. Toris moved to the side but Ivan didn't move from where he was leaning over the back of the couch.
"You too sir creeps-a lot." Ivan didn't do anything but show a tight grin, revealing straight white teeth.
"Whatever." Gil muttered as he got up. He didn't feel right with someone behind him but he had to get this over and done with before he passed out again. He took off his ruined shirt and Toris gasp, whether it was about the wounds or scars that covered his back Gil couldn't say. Maybe it was the wings Gil though as he unfolded his dark grey feathered wings to almost their full 12-foot wingspan, and even Ivan looked surprised.
Toris quickly finished bandaging up Gil who had sat back down after his display, folding his wings over the back of the small couch. Toris was astounded by the amounts of scarring on Gil's body, and the cuts on his side looked almost like he had been mauled by a bear.
"Lift your arms and wings please." Toris said quietly, wrapping more bandage on the lacerations. Freak out later, help injured now, he told himself and had never been more grateful for Maria's crash course on first-aid than now.
"So are you born an angel?" Ivan surprised them both by asking. Gil thought about it for a second before answering.
"Some are, my boss, Naila, was" If you exclude the demon half of her heritage anyway "but I wasn't, which makes me a bit more awesome 'cause I've been both a human and angel."
"Did you die?" Gil gave Ivan a droll stare.
"Ya kinda have to, to become anything other than what you were born as, either physically or mentally die."
"How did you die?"
"Riding the back of a dinosaur." He said straight faced, ignoring the fact that Ivan looked like he was ready to kill Gil for that.
"Hey Ivan I think Raivis and Eduard finished dinner if you would like to go get some, I'll set up Gil in the guest room and take care of some more work." Toris said calmly, gathering up spare bandages and his other supplies. Ivan debates for a moment, but hunger wins out over insulting this injured angel, and leaves.
Gil breathes more easily now that Ivan's gone, his mere presence bringing back memories Gil has spent the last 700 years burying.
"Come on, I'll show you to the guest room." Toris says to him, a friendly smile on his face. He seems like a very hospitable person but Gil still has this repressed urge to punch him for some reason.
Toris leads Gil to the guest room, Gil walking seems almost normal, though at times he put his hand on the wall for support, insists he's fine and moves on. When they reach the guest room it's not what Gil expects (something along the lines of a metal door that leads to a dungeon) IT's a door made of what seems to be wood, and is almost inviting.
"It's the room Ivan's sister uses when she comes over." Toris explained with a bit of a nervous laugh as he opened the door. It revealed a well cleaned room with a nightstand, dresser, and a huge bed covered in comforters.
"I'll bring some stuff up later." Toris said, walking away and leaving Gil standing in the doorway. He sighed before walking into the room, trying to remember what he was doing in Russia, without much luck.
It's been a long day, he thought to himself looking at the all too inviting bed, I'll think better after sleep. He crawled onto the bed not even bothering with covers, resolving to call Naila in the morning.
That's how Toris found him an hour later, wings half spread out and his feet hanging off the bed. Toris smiled and left a change of clothes for him on the dresser and left. If he had payed attention, he would have noticed Gil had his arm underneath him, holding his Iron Cross pendant hard enough to leave puncture marks. If he had stayed a little longer he would have seen the tear roll off of Gil's face and heard the whispered dream words.
"Es tut mir leid, konnte ich dich"
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A/N: I'm sorry this took so long to write! I don't get to use a working computer very often! So how'd you like this? It might be even slower here soon because I'm starting to write another fic that won't get out of my head *bangs head on desk*
The song for this chapter is "I=Nightmare" sung by SeeU, it helped me write the last half ^^;
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