#{partisan divinity}

[thybrotherskeeper]

*Crimson gasps as he suddenly jolts upward, grabbing at the ends of the couch as though his life depends on it and startling Jehanne laying at his feet in the process*

*It ends up gasping far too quickly and with far too much force that it ends up choking on air and throwing itself into a violent coughing fit*

[thybrotherskeeper]

*He's sleeping on the couch again*

*He hasn't touched his bedroom in a while now, huh? Wonder why he's been avoiding it*

*Used to treat that place like it was the only room in the house it could exist in*

[thybrotherskeeper]

brrrrrkrrkrrk....

*Crimson is abruptly awoken to his hair being tugged at by the beak of an impatient and hungry hen*

{AGH-!! Jehanne, get off...!}

*It shoves her away, which causes her to leap off of the couch to the ground to save herself from falling. She looks back up at Crimson and begins her squawking again, much louder this time. It just glares down at her, a scowl clear on its face*

{Christ... Can't you let me rest...?}

[thybrotherskeeper]

*As the strange angel finally disappears from view, Crimson eases up significantly. He closes his eye again as he drops his arm, the trident in his grasp vanishing in a flash of red light. He stops pressing himself so tightly against the back of the couch as well, instead allowing his body to relax and slump against the arm rest instead*

{Ffucking hell.....}

[thybrotherskeeper]

*Both sets of wings are pressed against either wall of the hallway as Crimson walks, urged forward by a plethora of clucks and trills as Jehanne darts around at his feet. He huffs as she nearly trips him with her hyper energy*

{Gh-! Really..?}

*It stops to glare down at her*

{I can't ffeed you if youu kill me....}

Rrruuuuuurrrrrrr......

[thybrotherskeeper]

*Crimson is lying on the couch again, absently watching the blank screen of the television as a familiar brown hen lies huddled up against his chest. She coos softly to herself, close to asleep judging by her closed eyes*

*He still feels horrible. His body's shaking is persistent, and he feels like no matter what he does, he can't get rid of this chill. He can hardly keep his eyes open and his mind straight at the same time*

*It took far too much effort than he would like to admit to finally, finally get over the nausea that was brought on by just looking at the biscuits, and even longer still to get anything down*

*Jehanne's been keeping it company, at the very least. She's been nagging at it to get up and get food when it needs to and providing a little extra body heat when it's time to rest—like right now. Whether she's just doing this to make sure that she gets her food on time or not is up for debate. Still, regardless of her reasoning, it's a little extra push in the right direction*

[thybrotherskeeper]

*Crimson is curled up on the couch, his back facing out toward the rest of the room. His wings are covering him, obscuring most of his body from view, and his tail is wrapped tightly around one of his legs. He appears to be shaking slightly*

*Jehanne is pacing in front of the couch, quietly trilling as she stares up at her owner*

[thybrotherskeeper]

*As it makes its way to the side of the house, Crimson can be seen with.. his head and arm shoved inside a chicken coop. It's a fairly decent looking chicken coop as well, but it's clearly not large enough for him to fit inside. He's struggling with something as he growls to himself, his tail flicking behind him in a show of annoyance*