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xxxxAll Atticus wanted was to share his music.

xxxxAnd no doubt, a bit of change wouldn't be refused. A luxury chocolate bar for later in the day was definitely a plus. He deserved it, after all, or so he hoped; he had been in the streets for almost two hours, opening his heart with every pluck of his fingers. He hadn't waited this long on purpose, though, he didn't really mind it. He had gone to work, and there was absolutely nothing he had to do. There were just times when he would just get lost in the notes and loose track of time. This is one reason he absolutely loved to do what he did. The simple creation and ease of the sound sent chills of excitement down his spine and make his heart race with desire. This was his time, and music was his utmost velvet escape.

xxxxAtticus leaned against a building's cool brick wall, eyes fluttered shut and head hanging as he bobbed to the tune. His fingers strummed the perfectly scabrous strings of his beautiful mahogany guitar, soulfully dragging out an ending of a song with a silky voice, and tad rasp welcomed in the dying tone. He caught the soft sludge of feet against the concrete, and he felt a spark of excitement. There were only a handful people that had gathered around him throughout the day, murmuring compliments and tossing change onto his case sprawled open on the floor. Some had only glanced and carried on, but either way he was grateful for their interest, despite it being fairly brief. The soft voice of a genuine compliment rang through the air, quiet now that he has stopped playing. Atticus smiled widely, dimples deeply indenting his cheeks, and appreciation swelling his chest. "Thank you." He looked up, blinking, to meet the face of his single audience, and... this was certainly not what he had expected.

xxxxIn front of him was a young man around his age, with perfectly wild blond hair and cool blue eyes, a scrape of dirt drawn across his delicate cheekbone. There was nothing much to complain, really, except for the fact that he was utterly naked. Atticus's mouth fell open in utter surprise, eyes growing wide with shock. "Whoa— Oh god!" he stuttered, a brilliant shade a of crimson red flushing his face as he forced himself to look away, "W-why are you—?" The brown-haired boy broke off, tugging at the strap of his guitar as he tried to quickly place the instrument back in its case by his feet; his fingers that were once seen so gracefully on the strings, were now fumbling pathetically. Aware of passersby sending the two disgusted looks, he did the next best thing. Atticus shrugged off his large, dark grey coat, and threw it over the boy's shoulders with a burning face, pulling closed the fabric in attempt to conceal the boy as much as he could from public's eye. That left him in a tight black long sleeve with a burgundy scarf wrapped around his neck.

xxxxHe let out a ragged sigh, meeting his gaze, though, confusion still sparked his chest. It was rather strange seeing him there, unphased. It was as if the boy had no shame walking around like so. But all in while, that wasn't close to what he did find different. Atticus could detect a flash of innocence in his ways; they way he stared at him with large eyes ready to soak in every detail of all he sees. He found it intriguing. "Are you okay?" he asked, sending him a much softer look, "Do you need help? Do you have someone to call, I can lend you my phone if you'd like."

[direwolf.]

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( male ) ( nineteen ) ( human ) ( location: hospital ) ( tags: aster )
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Dominique had watched with slight amusement as the angel seemed so amazed by a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. It was like the man had never worn anything like it. He was basically in love with the inventions of humanity, as the angel had put it. Though, he did note that Aster was speaking of humans like he was not one himself, but he figured it was due to the alcohol affecting his brain. He was all for supernatural creatures existing, but he could never believe in something like that actually existing. However, that never helped him when he was alone at night. He always allowed those crazy thoughts to affect him and make him even more scared than he already was.

"Asteraoth? I've never heard of someone with a name like that." He spoke, his eyebrow lifting when he added onto his name. He who thwarts power? This guy was amusing yet mad at the same time. "I'm Dominque Wolfhart, but most people just call me Dom." He introduced himself to the angel. He noted that the man did not tell him about his family. He wondered if he could not remember his family right now, or he was not comfortable telling him. Either way, he decided not to push him for an answer. He was sure the nurses and doctors would ask him once they reached the hospital. Perhaps the hospital even had a record for him that they could pull up.

He had snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a hand brush along his face. He was surprised that the man was trying to smooth out the lines on his forehead. "Uh.." He mumbled, giving the man a curious look. The man seemed pleased with himself for smoothing out the lines on his face. He was unsure why Aster had done that, and he was not sure if he wanted to ask. "Why did you do that?" He inquired, deciding to ask why this drunken man had touched his face. He hoped that Aster's hands had not been covered in dirt since he had fallen into a bush. There was nothing he could do now though. The deed had been done, and his face had been touched by a strange man named Asteraoth.

Once he had given the man his shoes, he continued their journey to the hospital. He was more careful when he was walking as he did not want to step on pebbles. At least his feet were not getting dirty, but the bottom of his white socks were. He had picked a bad day to bring white socks instead of his black or colorful and fun socks. However, he would deal with the dirty socks and slight pain whenever he stepped on a pebble. He was simply glad to be able to help an injured man. He wondered how many people had walked by the same bush and ignored him. He guessed not many since it was late at night and no one had been at the park.

He focused his attention on the attractive man that he was helping. He wanted to know what hospital he was being taken to, at least, that what he thought he was asking him. "Ah, you know, Cedar Bay Hospital." He answered, looking ahead to see the building in front of them. As they reached the front doors, he pushed them open and quickly asked for help. A short nurse from behind the counter hurried over to help bring Aster to a room where he would be treated.

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( female ) ( twenty ) ( angel ) ( location: meadow ) ( tags: zaria )
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"Does it? Oh, I am very relieved!" Charmeine responded, a relieved sigh escaping her. She had never been injured like this, and the pain seemed so extreme. However, the human said that the scrapes were nothing serious. Her wounded areas stung whenever she touched them, but the cool breeze felt nice on the wounds. The angel was thankful that she did not die on impact to the Earth. Their Father wanted to teach them a lesson, not kill them. She wondered if the other fallen angels had injured themselves like she had. She hoped that they were all okay and uninjured. The fallen angel wanted to group up with her fellow angels, but she did not know where they had landed. Plus this human wanted to help bandage her up and even give her a pair of clothing. She was very grateful for this human.

"Zaria? That is such a beautiful name! It is a pleasure to meet you." She spoke, giving the human a sweet smile. Her smile widen when the human offered her clothing and to patch her up at her home. She beamed at the artist when she helped her stand up. "I humbly thank you, Zaria! You are very understanding and kind. I was hoping for the humans to be this way. You have proved to me that there is a chance for humanity!" She chirped, carefully placing her hand on Zaria's shoulder to avoid falling and gaining even more injuries to her mortal body. She did not like how fragile she was now that her grace was taken away from her. Now she was equally as weak as a human. However, she took this as an opportunity to see the way humans worked. She wanted to understand their emotions. So far, she had experienced several emotions: sadness, embarrassment, pain, and now, gratitude. She hoped that this human would help her while she stayed on Earth.

When they came across a canvas, the human helped her stand before collecting her eyes. "It's quite alright! Did I interrupt your activity?" She inquired, watching the human quickly gather up her items and place them into a bag. Once the human returned to her side, she smiled and placed her hand back onto Zaria's shoulder. Carefully, she walked alongside the human toward her home. "Your home is called an apartment? Very interesting! I thank you again for taking me to your home." She spoke, careful not to put too much pressure on her injured leg. Suddenly, her stomach began to growl. The angel furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "It seems like something is wrong with my stomach as well, and my mouth is very dry." She informed the human before wrapping an arm around her growling stomach. She had never experienced hunger or thirst, so she was unsure what these feelings meant. When she was an angel, she did not have to rely on food nor drink to keep herself well."Do you, perhaps, have something to quench my thirst?" She questioned, briefly running her tongue over her dry lips.