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Having thrown up, the angel was he his mouth out, along with washing his face and neck, before looking up into the mirror. He was paler than usual, and the bruising only added to the contrast in colour; but it made sense, he'd spent most of the day before cleaning that blasted room; fixing it up, and hadn't eaten, seeing as when he went to eat he had been.. 'busy', with Crest.

Leon only cried for a few minutes, before wiping his face, and pulling the bed sheet back round his slender form; he was lacking clothes, as the man had ripped through the maid outfit, so just in the sheet, he shuffled back into the bedroom, standing still like a statue, he edged over to the window, looking out over the snow covered grounds.

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Hearing the slight rustle of material, the angel looked back, to see him lying back down. He registered that some food was left, most likely for him, but right now, he didn't dare venture near the bed, that last night he had been bound to. Especially, when the food was so close to Crest.

'What am I supposed to do? What did I do wrong..' The questions circulated his mind, in a swirl, but Leon knew better to speak out of turn. He knelt down, as the other male's back was to him, and leant his side against the window, turning round, so his back faced the other as well; head lulling forward on the cold glass of the window pain; surpressing another shiver.

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He winced a little as the blanket reached his shoulders, only because it rubbed against certain parts of his unhealed wings. But he was thankful for it and looked up. Was Crest a man of his word? So far he had said little to Leon, but what he had said he'd kept to; so the angel risked it; but wasn't planning on laying near him.

He got up, slowly padding back to the bed, lying on the furthest side possible; another small shiver running through him. He lay on his front to avoid his sour back, and just looked over to where the master was under the blanket.

He had to know, there had to have been a reason, and he needed closure, answers for it."..why...?" It was simple, and he yearned to know, the sadness evident in his crystal eyes. Duodecim's were creatures who usually needed companionship. And even though he was in a lower position than the man, Leon had tried his best yesterday, and the cruelty delivered was unfathomable to him.

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Laying still as Crest spoke; Leonis couldn't help but feel a little confused. Was that all it was? Blind rage? They were talking fine when he was trying to get into that room.. And then he just went silent and he'd started all this. Leonis wished he could have seen the effort he'd put in. But the angel was so confused. 'Why do I want to please him? After.. after this..'

It was beyond confusing, but there was one part he'd picked up on. Head turning back to face him, crystal eyes filled still with fear, mixed with a spark of curiosity. "You... you're..lonely.. ?"'

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The angel merely didn't understand that. So he wasn't lonely? Surely anyone alone, was lonely, no? The Duodecim was for companionship; but Crest wasn't. He had blind rages, and beat the angel within an inch of his life.

"You.. sounded lonely.. thats all.."

He could almost hear the mocking in the man's voice, at what he had suggested. Leonis turned, so he was still lying on his front, but facing the other way.

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Squeaking out as he was pulled closer, Leonis was aware of how Crest had avoided the wounds at least, but still struggled before finally settling. The other's body heat was beyond appreciated as it kept him warm; he was just surprised at the sudden gentleness.

Leonis was still a little nervous, having been held passionately before the man had suddenly turned on him before, he was always on his toes, never sure now what to expect; but if it was comfort, even only for a few minutes, the angel would welcome it.

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Pulled close, he dared not squirm away in such close quarters; not tucked up next to the man, who was terrifying yet soothing at the same time.
Crest was the first android, that the Duodecim had met, and the angel was having a hard time to getting used to the mood swings.

'I still think he gets lonely..' The angel was at least telling himself that; it was an excuse for him not to run from the man's gentle embrace; despite the stinging and constant reminder of what happened last time he was in the man's reach when he had snapped.

Head tucked in, buried in the man's shoulder, by the crook of his neck; he stayed there, hidden against him, tattered wings flat to his back as they rested.

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