Outcast Oneshot book #3

Momma's boy.

Totally self indulgence. Since your girl feels like shit.

Don't worry I'm okay.

Enjoy ~!

I'm going to make another vine chapter soon, since those always cheer me up.

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Artsy sighed as she set her laptop aside. Another successful update.

She loved her boys. They were what gave her purpose in life. Without them, she wasn't sure where she'd be.

"I really need to find a way to make merch.." The horned girl huffs, and gets out of her office chair to stretch.

There was a knock on the doorway, making her turn her head, only to see her youngest creation. Amour standing there with his arms behind his back, his magenta eyes narrowed at her.

"Hey Amour. Can I help you with something sweetie?" She asks him.

The angel of blood enters her office silently as he always did before he pulled her into a hug.

She was surprised but quickly returned the embrace. "What's got you all cuddly?"

Amour pulls back and looks at her face. "Are you alright?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Huh? Why do you ask?" She tilts her head.

"You've been.. Well, you look a little down. You usually smile more.." Amour rests a hand on her cheek.

Her hazel eyes avoid his for a minute. "Its that obvious isn't it?"

He nods his head. "Is something bothering you?" His free hand twitches. ".. Or is it someone? I can make them disappear.." His grin would normally scare anyone who saw it, except her.

"Well.. Yes and no." She replies. "But no one needs to die baby, let's hang out in the living room and I'll tell you all about it." She pats his shoulder and begins to walk out of the office.

Amour watches as she leaves, then he notices the picture frame that had been put down. He steps over to it, and picks it up.

It was an old photo of his mother and a male friend of hers? Artsy looked younger in the picture and she had the brightest smile. Even the male's smile looked genuine.

The angel of blood tilts his head. "Are you responsible for her sadness?" He growls and tosses the photo back onto the desk before he turns to leave.

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In the living room, it was dark since it was so late.

Artsy sat on the couch with a large fuzzy blanket wrapped around her. The coffee table was covered in bowls of snacks and drinks.

Amour sat next to her, one of his wings wrapped around her. "Are you going to tell me what's been troubling you?" He asks.

The horned woman sighs. "It's kind of hard to talk about.. But I guess I'll tell you."

She takes a deep breath. "Have you ever liked someone? Like you've had the biggest crush on them for years and you were too afraid to admit it?"

Amour nods his head.

"Well, me and that someone did like each other mutually. Then, we stopped seeing each other for quite some time, and when I finally get ahold of them again. We hang out like old times." She continues.

"Then, when you ask them if the feeling is still mutual... They just say that they 'used to'." She sighs and pulls the blanket closer to herself.

"Like its my fault they never called.. Its my fault we hadn't seen each other for such a long time.." She hides more into the blanket. "Basically.. I got friend zoned by the only crush I've ever had."

Amour pulls her into an embrace. "Creator.. I'm sorry.."

"Its not your fault. I know why they call it a crush now.." She sadly laughs.

Amour sighs and hugs her even tighter. "If you want I could stab them?"

She snorts. "No! Stabbing isn't the answer to everything honey."

The angel of blood laughs as well. "It is when my mother feels like shit."

She rolls her eyes and leans her head on his shoulder. "Thanks for listening Amour. I know its a stupid thing to be upset about, but I've never really had crushes before."

"Its not stupid, if they don't like you back its their loss." He replies.

Artsy smiles sadly and pecks his forehead. "Yeah.. Its their loss. You're a sweetheart when you're not slaughtering people."

The Angel of blood smiles. "I try."

End, I hope you enjoyed.