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 Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 12:08 pm
Opec just blinked. He hadn't asked anything! A pudgy hand reached up for a cheerio that had fallen.
"...Rusty?" Shiloh asked, suddenly gripping the man's shoulders. He'd seen his sway slightly, and now his eyes...
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 12:14 pm
Hoss just watched, eyes narrowed. He didn't like you, hyper baby. But he wasn't going to attack.
Rusty's eyes snapped open, looking at Shiloh without really seeing him. "They have the wortht theecrith." He whispered, body shuddering.
He'd demanded too much of himself, the very small rational part of his brain said. He was too thin, too sick, too tired, to keep going on. It was just fate that the last image in his mind would be the man who had haunted his dreams.
He smiled at Shiloh, and his eyes closed again, frame slumping.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 12:16 pm
Opec stole said cheerio and gummed it, crushing it up and swallowing it dry.
"Mmbuh."
Shiloh gasped and caught Rusty so he wouldn't kill himself on the hard floor and picked him up, searching for a bedroom and laying him therein. His strange paternal instincts working, he covered the boy up and retrieved a cloth, filling it with ice and putting it over Rusty's forehead.
"Oh, God..."
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 12:20 pm
Hoss just sniffed at him and looked up. Hmmm... Had Shiloh just passed?
"Wut-ee?"
But Rusty made no move. The boy was hardly breathing, frame trembling with every breath he took in.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 12:22 pm
Opec reached up and tugged a sideburn. He wanted attention, damnit!
Shiloh ignored the baby. There were more important things to deal with now than baby-worry. He sat on the bed with Rusty, petting his damp hair a moment before sliding to his knees on the floor. It had been a long, long time since he'd prayed, and yet there he was, praying harder than he ever had.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 12:24 pm
Hoss gave a angry sort of spat, turning and whacking at his arm. No tugging!
"No!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 12:27 pm
Opec pulled his hand back. He knew what hitting meant. He had done a bad thing. He bowed slightly (a very strange action for an infant), and looked up to Hoss guiltily.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 12:29 pm
Hoss sighed, flopping down to look at Opec.
"No. Bah." He said sternly.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 12:29 pm
Opec nodded. Yes, bad. He had done bad. What were you going to do to him, Hoss?
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 12:32 pm
Hoss just made a little noise, looking out towards the door. Where was his servant...?
The purple babe grunted and shoved his bowl of cheerios over towards Opec, standing and leaning against his bars, banging his hooks on them.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 12:35 pm
Shiloh emerged from the hall, eyes red and wet.
"Stop that, Hoss. Your father's sick, and it won't do to have you making such a racket." He took the cheerios from the crib and put Opec in it, only momentarily worrying about Hoss' hooks. Ah, who was he kidding? Opec could hold his own.
"Now you two go to bed, alright? If you need anything, I'll be right over there." He pointed and waved bye-bye, giving Opec a final kiss on the forehead before leaving again to lay beside Rusty. Poor, sick man...
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 12:42 pm
Hoss glared at Opec, sitting on the far end of his crib, towards the door. Sick? He'd tried to get him to eat... Had the sheep called a doctor?
Feh. Servants were so unreliable...
Rusty hadn't moved from his spot. The only movement from him was shuddering. He was so cold...
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 12:45 pm
Rusty gathered u all he could find in the way of heating bags and the like, waring them up and lining Rusty's cold form with them. He stayed there, touching and crying and praying for hours upon hours, until nearly 3 am. At that time, he fell asleep, completely exhausted.
At about 3:10, a strange light began to filter under the door. There was a grunt and a click as it opened, revealing a strange Angel clad in...a t-shirt and jeans? A pair of glasses perched on his nose; the only angelic features on him being his ethereal glow, his folded wings, and the strange ring of light above his head. He touched Rusty's temple, awakening him and only him.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 12:49 pm
Rusty gave a little shudder as he woke, clearly confused. He looked up at the man, and the confusion turned to terror.
Hey, angel or no, this guy was at least three times Rusty's size. The small blonde looked at him, finally noticing the wings and such. He dropped the blanket, now just looking tired and sad.
"...I hadn't thought I'd been that wicked."
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 12:52 pm
The angel dropped to his knees with a dull thud that shook the room and crossed his arms on the side of the bed.
"What do you mean?" he asked. It was better to know what he was dealing with before the mercy began.
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