Three days. It had been three days since Angel’s beloved mate had last slept. Had he been keeping count, sleeping less himself in his attempt to keep Andrew company? …Maybe, but who could blame him when someone so precious to him was hurting himself, even if it was unintentionally, trying to do everything by himself?
Daemon, probably. Maybe Apollo. But neither of them were there to stop Angel or Andrew, so their opinions meant nothing to the skeletal vampire. At least, not right now, their opinions didn’t matter. The god was busy being a god, after all, and it wasn’t like his brother was staking out their house at night.
Still, part of Angel would have appreciated the help with getting Andrew to sleep.
“bello, come on,” he urged as he laid a hand gently on the human bard’s shoulder. “come to bed with me; your project will be here tomorrow.”
“Can’t sleep, babe,” Andrew denied with a shake of his head, his eyes never straying from the computer screen as he continued to type away. “I gotta get this stupid thing done.”
“tonight?” Angel asked with a faint hint of exasperation in his voice. “you have to have it done tonight? isn’t it due next week with your partner’s part?”
“It’s due on the ninth. In three fucking days and Marie still hasn’t finished her part, so I gotta get it done.” He huffed and stopped typing long enough to turn around, finally facing Angel for the first time since he started working on the writing project his Creative Writing class had been assigned. “So, no, I can’t go to bed yet. I have to have it done.”
“but you need to sleep! it’s been three days, bello.” The vampire rubbed at his nasal bridge and barely stopped himself from glowering at his stubborn mate. “humans need sleep before their bodies start to act off! please, save where you’re at and come to bed.”
The purple haired man shook his head as he started to turn back to the computer. “Not happening, babe. Sleep’s for the weak.”
“if you don’t come to bed right now, andrew, so help me, i’ll… i’ll…” Angel trailed off at the unimpressed look Andrew leveled his way before he rolled his shoulders back and straightened himself to his full height. “if you don’t come to bed right now, so help me, i’ll unplug the computer and you’ll lose everything you’ve done so far.” Assuming he hadn’t been saving at all, but he couldn’t have been that arrogant to write for the hours he’d been working on that stupid project without doing so… would he?
“Bet,” was Andrew’s response, his eyes narrowed as he stared the skeletal vampire down. “You wouldn’t do a goddamn thing.”
“i hope you’ve saved.” He narrowed his sockets and stared back at his mate before he used his magic, wrapping it around the plug and unplugging it. The computer quickly turned black as it was forcibly powered off. Angel wanted to wince at the look of horror that flashed across Andrew’s face before anger settled in on his features.
“Angel! I hadn’t fucking saved! What the fucking hell? Now, I have to do all the shit again,” the bard swore as he stood from his chair and hurried to plug the computer back in. “Just. Go the fuck away. I’m not going to bed.”
Angel couldn’t stop the growl that slipped from his nonexistent throat as he reacted on instinct, grabbing Andrew’s arm before he could plug the computer back in. “you need to go to bed! it’s nearly midnight and… and you’re not helping yourself working yourself to the bone! this has gone on for way too long, bello,” he said, his voice raising slightly as Andrew shook him off. “if i have to treat you like a naughty child, so be it.”
Andrew spun around on his heels to glare at his Monster mate, tears of anger welling up in his eyes and his hands shaking. “Oh, like you give a fuck. You just care about your blood bag more than me, huh? Bet that’s the only reason you want me to sleep. Or are you fucking jealous of a stupid, shitty writing project? Apollo doesn’t seem to mind that I’ve been up trying to get shit done! Besides, I’m fucking fine.”
“apollo’s not here!” he spat back, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “it’s my job to take care of you, andrew!”
“I DON’T FUCKING NEED YOU TO TAKE CARE OF ME!” Andrew exploded.
Angel felt the tears welling up in his sockets as he spat back, “fine! maybe you don’t need me at all! i’m fucking done, andrew, if you’re not going to take care of yourself!” Before he could notice the look of shocked horror on his mate’s face, the vampire did an abrupt about face and took a shortcut to his brother’s house.
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Back in the room his brother kept ready for his occasional visits, Angel threw himself onto the guest bed and buried his face into the fluffy pillows as a hollow feeling settled in his chest. His SOUL ached. It ached so much, he could feel an ache in his sockets as he started to weep into the pastel blue pillowcase. Why had he said that? He wasn’t done with his mate, could never leave him over something so stupid! But… but he was so tired, so frustrated that it hurt his SOUL to watch Andrew dig himself into this deep, exhaustive hole.
He supposed he was lucky he couldn’t feel his brother in the house. He didn’t want to have to deal with the questions, with his brother acting overprotective and seeking to threaten his mate over something so stupid. The younger vampire just wanted to bawl his sockets out in relative peace before he came crawling back to his mate and begged him for his forgiveness.
Yet, he had no idea how long he had been crying for before he finally arose from his now tear-soaked pillow. Exhaustion clung to his bones as he clambered off the bed and began to wipe away the stray tears falling down his cheeks. They stained his gloves with reddish-orange magic— a pretty poppy topaz, just like the ring he had given his mate as an engagement gift— and he glanced over at the pillow with a sigh. He’d have to clean that.
Methodically, Angel stripped the cover from the pillow and replaced it with the spare hidden in the nightstand, then shoved the tear-stained pillowcase into the wicker clothes hamper to be washed later. That should do it, he thought to himself before he sighed again. He had to go home, even if he felt like a coward who needed to hide.
After all, what if Andrew was still mad at him? What if he was back at that damned computer and working away in his sleep deprived state? He had no idea how he’d react… Would he even forgive him for saying what he had said?
He took a breath and shut his sockets as he felt the urge to cry rising in him once again. Shoving that urge aside, he took another breath and took a shortcut back home. He had to fix his mistake, after all.
Arriving in the downstairs study, he looked around for his mate and furrowed his brow. Andrew wasn’t at the computer, but… where was he? He heard him whimper from behind him on the sectional. He looked behind him to find his dearest mate curled up under a knitted throw blanket, fast asleep with tears staining his face.
Oh… oh, no…
He barely noticed as he closed the distance between them to gently scoop him up into his arms, sat down where Andrew had been laying, and rocked his still sleeping, albeit fitfully, form gently. “oh… oh, bello… i’m so sorry,” Angel murmured softly as he rocked him, fingers running through his messy hair slowly. “forgive me…”
There was no verbal response from Andrew, yet the vampire felt as he relaxed ever so slightly in his hold. Perhaps his SOUL forgave him as it felt him near, regret and sorrow tinging his end of the half silent bond. Was he keeping a wall up, even as he slept? He huffed quietly at the realization. “you silly human…”
“A-Angel…?” came the sleep-ladened response from the man in his arms.
The vampire stiffened, then relaxed as he turned his gaze towards his mate’s face. His eyes were cracked open and bloodshot from what he could see. “…yes, bello?”
“Why… why are you back?”
“because… because i love you too much,” Angel admitted quietly. “i didn’t mean it when i said i was done, bello. i was just so… so frustrated! watching you go three days without sleep because of things that you could leave for later or other people, it was enough to snap my patience because you were hurting yourself! i can’t take watching you do that to yourself, andrew. i didn’t, and still don’t, know how to help you when you do things like that to yourself. it scares me.”
“You’re not supposed to, baby. I just… there’s so much that needs to get done,” Andrew replied just as quietly. “I’m sorry for scaring you, though. I can’t promise I won’t do it again, even if you don’t ask for a promise like that. But… don’t leave me like that again, Angel. If anyone scared anyone, you scared me. I thought I was going to lose you.”
“oh, bello, you’ll never lose me,” the vampire breathed. He leaned his head down and pressed his teeth to Andrew’s lips softly, a burst of adoring Intent singing along their bond at the contact. “you’re mine forever and always.” Especially if he convinced his sweet, occasionally dumb-assed, mate to join him as a vampire.
“And you’re mine.” He broke the kiss to stare into his eyes, mint green magic coloring his irises a glowing hue in his Determination. “I love you, Angel.”
“i love you too, bello. so, so very much.” Angel squeezed him gently. “come to bed now? please?”
He snorted and sighed as he wrapped his arms around Angel’s neck, clinging to his mate from his curled up position on his lap. “…Fine. I’ll go to bed. If you go to bed with me.”
“after all of this, of course,” the vampire replied as he took a shortcut to the bedroom after ensuring Andrew’s eyes were shut. Landing on the bed was an easy thing, as was quickly curling up around him like the big spoon considering his hold on him. He pressed a kiss to his crown softly and nuzzled his face into his hair. “sleep, rest. i’ll be here when you wake back up, bello.”
“Goodnight, princess. I love you,” he murmured against his chest, not even caring he wasn’t covered by blankets at all.
“buonanotte, mio amore,” Angel replied softly. “sweet dreams and sleep well.” He listened quietly to Andrew’s breathing until he was fast asleep once again and finally shut his sockets, drifting off to the sweet embrace of sleep alongside his beloved. He… would further make up for his mistakes in the morning; breakfast in bed would be a good thing, right?
But that was for morning Angel to deal with. For now, it was time to sleep, and sleep they did.
*crashes through the ceiling* Tell them! Tell everyone about the loml! My baby! My fiancé! Tell them about Angel!! (💚)
Angel is 5'10" when he's not slouching.
His magic color is a poppy topaz/reddish orange color.
He's a big boned boy fond of pastel goth clothing and general pastel colors.
His full name is Angelus le Ossatura.
He is technically part Monster and part vampiric mage (because I needed to include the vampire part somehow).
He's a bit snarky at times, oblivious to most overtures, and he admires his older brother Daemon to death.
Occasionally hit with depression and anxiety, he's easily found on the Surface in graveyards writing poetry or burrowed under his blankets in a nest hiding from the world.
He loves D&D to the point he has a collection of dice for each character he has.
Diablo III (3) is his favorite PC game besides Stardew Valley.
He loves to wear skirts or dresses just as much as he loves to wear masculine clothes... and hoodies. All the hoodies.
The Mount Ebott he's from is located somewhere in Italy, so his English has a bit (a lot) of an Italian accent.
He adores anime. He watches it all the time with his Alphys and Undyne.
He loves his human (you know who you are) very dearly.
He has never once purposely hunted a human or Monster for blood, but he has taken blood from only two (2) willing donors in his life... that he knows of.
He adores sweets, minty lemonade, and the taste of the ocean in the air.
