Child of a Demon

Independent RP blog for Icarus Rosenberg, a BTVS/SPN OC. Formerly part of meettherosenbergs.

[wingsyetunmelted]

Out of Control

[pantslessoptimism-a]

wingsyetunmelted:

“Mm-mm,” he negated. Clenching his jaw, he shifted slightly to sit up more. “Mum was the witch. My powers are more drstructive.” He let out a slow breath, perusing her tools. “You’ll have to sew it.”

“Okay, okay, I can do this. I’ve had to sew up my mom’s cuts and stuff before,” she said, moving to grab for the needle and thread. It took her a moment to thread the needle, fingers shaking. Finally she got it and moved to start. “I promise I’ll be gentle as I can, okay?”

[wingsyetunmelted]

"Don't you know, I like it rough," he quipped, struggling for coherence. His attempted smile formed as a sort of grimace. "Why was your mum getting cut up? Hunting?"

[wingsyetunmelted]

Out of Control

[pantslessoptimism-a]

wingsyetunmelted:

“Don’t bother,” he insisted, rolling onto his side. Icarus lifted his shirt to expose the worst injury-a still-bleeding gash across his ribs. “I’ve stopped up the rest, but-” he panted, unable to continue.

“Shit,” Sophie cursed as she saw the wound, and she whispered an apology as she moved to try to pressure on it to try to stem the bleeding, “I can try to sew it up. but I’m not sure how I’ll do.”

There was a slight pause, “Do you know any healing spells? Is that even a thing? If it is, you could guide me through it and I’ll try it.”

[wingsyetunmelted]

"Mm-mm," he negated. Clenching his jaw, he shifted slightly to sit up more. "Mum was the witch. My powers are more drstructive." He let out a slow breath, perusing her tools. "You'll have to sew it."

[hidden-fiend]

Opposites

The demonic presence in the city had been almost tangible from the moment Damian stepped foot inside. It was stronger than anything he had experienced before, and yet, it somehow send… Diluted. It was the strangest sensation, altogether - and it ignited his curiosity like few things had before.

So Damian started looking. He followed the scent, the feeling, and the reports of missing persons until he tracked down the demon, finally, after almost weeks or catching faint traces of him. With a smirk on his face, Damian looked at the bar which lay ahead of him. He was certain the demon was in there, and by now, Damian was intrigued without ever having talked to him. The man stepped inside, a layer of blue covering and hiding his irises as he surveyed the room. In this enclosed space, the trail was easier to follow, and after just a few seconds of careful observation, he moved over to Icarus’ table and sat down - wordless, at first.

@wingsyetunmelted

[wingsyetunmelted]

This was the longest he'd ever stayed in one place. Granted, it had only been just over a week, but it was still top long. Icarus needed the time to recover from a run-in with some precocious hunters. Being grounded for that long was bound to attract demons, angels...and other things. He wasn't too in the mood for company that evening, but Icarus figured he was safest in a crowd. His powers weren't compromised anymore, though his stamina might have been. The cambion nursed a whiskey on the rocks, his first and only drink of the night. When Damian sat, he wasn't actually surprised. He hasn't seen the young man approach, and his awareness of him was only cursory-a detriment he would have to remember in the future. Yet, when the shorter man sat, he felt almost familiar. Clearing his throat, Icarus greeted, "Not enough room at the bar?"

[nonempyreal]

wingsyetunmelted:

Her lack of concern over his abilities certainly made the situation simpler. Icarus left her on the bed while he retrieved his bag, setting it on a nearby table and pulling out gauze and medical tape. “What happened, exactly?”

She huffed out through her nose, leaning back on her elbows as she watched him look for what he needed. “Surprised a group of hunters selling feathers and ‘wolf furs like cheap gift shop souvenirs. I managed to destroy most of what they had and stole some of the cash, but not without making a few people angry.”

[wingsyetunmelted]

“Kind of an atypical day for an angel," he remarked. "Is that a gunshot wound then?"

[wingsyetunmelted]

Out of Control

[wingsyetunmelted]

"Glad to see you're so concerned," Icarus mocked, managing to sit upright and slowly slide off the bed and onto his feet. He was weak, and definitely, achingly sore, but at least he could breathe. He took a tentative step, then another, and overconfidence made the third less hesitant. His knee gave way and he almost fell, catching himself on Keeva's shoulders.

[wingsyetunmelted]

Out of Control

[pantslessoptimism-a]

wingsyetunmelted:

Icarus let his head rest on the step, every sharp cut of the stairs digging into his skin. He forced his eyes to stay open to prevent him from passing out. Breathing through his nose, he tried to force a shield around him, one that would at least make passerby take no notice of him. The effort sent his head spinning. “Hurry,” he mumbled, growing angrier at the situation.

Sophie hurried as fast as she could. She didn’t know if her kit would be enough to take of his injuries, and she wished she could get him to a hospital, but she wasn’t gonna push the subject if he didn’t want to go.

“I’m back,” she said before offering up a few pills. “I don’t have anything stronger than Tylenol, unless you want some alcohol to help dull the pain while I clean you up so I can see your wounds.”

[wingsyetunmelted]

"Don't bother," he insisted, rolling onto his side. Icarus lifted his shirt to expose the worst injury-a still-bleeding gash across his ribs. "I've stopped up the rest, but-" he panted, unable to continue.

[azalearoseshield-blog]

Arranged Marriage AU || Open

[wingsyetunmelted]

"He's just outside, your grace," Icarus replied, bowing only slightly with his head. Somehow, he worried more about gaining the favor of the princess than her father. After all, Malphas hadn't bargained all that hard in arranging the union. "Thank you for extending your hospitality. Tomorrow promises to be a glorious day." He eyed Azalea carefully, wishing they had been alone for their first meeting. Icarus didn't much care for discussing the 'transaction' with the young bride in the room.

[jedicollins]

wingsyetunmelted:

It took everything he had left to continue walking. By the time he was set down, Icarus blacked out briefly, the world spinning as he came to. All he heard was ‘safe’; this definitely wasn’t safe. An angel could follow a blood trail, surely, and he doubted this girl was any kind of witch or hunter. Icarus lifted his head, groaning as he tried to sit up. Her assistance would mean little if they were followed. He had to put wards up-but then a wave of nausea forced his head back down.

She started digging through the first aid kit, not sure what she was meant to be doing. Ideally, he needed a hospital but would they be able to make it to her apartment before he bled out? She reached for his shoulder when he lifted his head. “No, stay down.” She ordered. “Don’t move, okay? You’ve already lost too much blood.” And that was just the problem, wasn’t it? That was the reason he should be going to a hospital. “You need a doctor.” She insisted.

[wingsyetunmelted]

He coughed, managing a brief smirk. "I need way more than that." Icarus turned his head to the girl, eyes searching for what tools she had. "Do you have a needle and thread? Or duct tape, even?"

[wingsyetunmelted]

He nodded, placing his hands on her shoulder and under her injured. A second passed, and they were no longer on the street. They landed in a pleasantly decorated room; she landed on the bed, while Icarus managed to stand before they arrived so that he was beside it.

[nonempyreal]

It took a moment for her to acquaint herself with her surroundings. “You’re right, this is much nicer than my sleazy forty-dollar motel room.”

[wingsyetunmelted]

Her lack of concern over his abilities certainly made the situation simpler. Icarus left her on the bed while he retrieved his bag, setting it on a nearby table and pulling out gauze and medical tape. "What happened, exactly?"

[pantslessoptimism-a]

wingsyetunmelted:

“Oh, here, certainly. I mean, wards fail, or can be subverted. I can’t.” His grin wasn’t so much reassuring as it was wolfish. “I think we passed awkwardness about ten minutes ago.”

“I guess you’re right on both subjects,” Sophie was convinced this whole meeting was awkward, and his grin concerned her some but if she was in danger it would be best to be around him, right? “I’ll have to go get clothes and stuff.”

[wingsyetunmelted]

"Of course. Would you rather I dropped you there, or stayed while you pack?"

[wingsyetunmelted]

He nodded, placing his hands on her shoulder and under her injured. A second passed, and they were no longer on the street. They landed in a pleasantly decorated room; she landed on the bed, while Icarus managed to stand before they arrived so that he was beside it.

[wingsyetunmelted]

He almost chuckled. “I’ve got about the same, though it may be a bit nicer.”

[nonempyreal]

“Is it any closer?” Haven grunted, making sure she could still move her leg.

[wingsyetunmelted]

"It could be as close as Africa and I could still get you there. It's your choice, but I know the way to my hotel a bit better."

[pantslessoptimism-a]

wingsyetunmelted:

“Mm.” He took the kettle off the stove, pouring water into his cup and leaving the tea to steep. “I’ll have to come ward it for you. Unless, of course, you’d rather stay here.”

“I don’t know about staying here,” Sophie said, sipping her drink. “I mean, wouldn’t it be awkward? You know, with everything–I mean, do you think I’d be safer here or at my place?”

[wingsyetunmelted]

"Oh, here, certainly. I mean, wards fail, or can be subverted. I can't." His grin wasn't so much reassuring as it was wolfish. "I think we passed awkwardness about ten minutes ago."

[wingsyetunmelted]

He almost chuckled. "I've got about the same, though it may be a bit nicer."

[wingsyetunmelted]

Out of Control

[wingsyetunmelted]

pantslessoptimism:

They made to the porch, which was better than nothing. She sat him down gently, glancing around to make sure they wouldn’t be disturbed. “There you go. This isn’t ideal, but it’ll work. I’m gonna be right back okay?”

She glanced at him once more before disappearing into the building, moving as fast as she could to her apartment to get some towels and her first aid kit, hoping she’d be able to do something to help.

Icarus let his head rest on the step, every sharp cut of the stairs digging into his skin. He forced his eyes to stay open to prevent him from passing out. Breathing through his nose, he tried to force a shield around him, one that would at least make passerby take no notice of him. The effort sent his head spinning. “Hurry,” he mumbled, growing angrier at the situation.

[wingsyetunmelted]

greasefeather:

“…My leg’s not the only thing that’s banged up.”

“Ah.” He sighed, releasing her leg at last and sitting up. “Do you have somewhere I can take you? This place isn’t exactly warded.”

[wingsyetunmelted]

Out of Control

[wingsyetunmelted]

lamia-obscuritae:

Keeva had left the door to her bedroom write open, hoping to catch the moment when Icarus woke up, but after several hours and the adrenaline rush dying down, she has passed out in her armchair. Just a nap, she had thought, and wanted to grant that for herself, but it didn’t quite work that way. With the uncomfortable sleeping position, however, Icarus’ groans while sitting up were enough to wake her. Instantly annoyed, she rushed over and tried to force Icarus back down with a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You should stay down today! Rest and allow yourself to heal! Unless, you know, you want to re-open everything and lose even more blood, then be my guest.”

Icarus shook his head, immediately regretting the sudden movement. “Help me up. Unless you want the sheets stained with more than blood.” He felt like he hadn’t pissed in a week.