Just A Little Fallen

Chapter 1

Blood dripped from his lip and down his chin, it didn't stop Adonis from grinning, likely making his cut on his lip open wider and thus more blood to spill out.
All well.
No pain, no gain.
Still, he let his flannel come up and dab the wound, snorting seeing a fair amount of blood on his sleeve. His hazel eyes then fell onto Rixon who was now sporting a red right cheek and likely an aching jaw and shoulder.
All well.
Teach him to give Adonis a black eye.
Regardless, he stretched his arms over his head, scratching his deep red hair afterwards then glanced over his shoulder with a tired sigh.
"I'm gonna call it quits for the night," he announced, humming delightedly afterwards, knowing what awaited him at his home.
Rixon rolled his eyes, "Giving up so easily?"
Adonis gave him a sideways glance that lasted a few seconds. He could tackle him for that comment but it was better to not start up another round. It was late and Adonis already had an itching urge, bugging him to the mood of a headache.
He shook his head as silent confirmation to himself and to show Rixon he wasn't going to bite the bait. Rixon gave a scoff, but waved him on.
"Fine, fine, whatever," he grumbled, Adonis affectionately rolled his eyes but sighed fondly and turned to get to the door. He always liked Rixon's accent, it was quite similar to his own giving him a good sense of something as close to home as he'd get.
"So, considering how long we've known each other, when are you going to let me see your new appartment?"
Another hum left Adonis's throat As long as I can avoid it.
He thought to himself but certainly didn't let his thoughts be known. That would only make Rixon want to see more. Instead, Adonis offered a shrug and a third, more casual hum.
"It's still a bit trashed. Let me get the place cleaned up a bit then you can, aye?"
"Your appartment seems to stay 'trashed'. You know I know better than that," Rixon called, Adonis's stature nor attitude didn't shift though.
Adonis merely shrugged, "That sounds like a 'you' problem, mate," he could practically feel Rixon rolling his eyes at him. Adonis had to smirk and hum. The hum turned to a whistle, he nearly stopped himself but then again it really wasn't likely Rixon knew the theme tune of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. With that assurance in mind, he whistled on.
He felt weight fall off of him as soon as he stepped into the appartment. It was a known place of crime so people avoided it making it a good place for a fallen angel. He let a smile pull at his mouth, successfully splitting his cut on his lip again.
All well.
It'd be shielded by a pacifier soon enough.
He almost stepped into the living room until feeling a sense of someone watching him. He glanced around his home and past his shoulder seeing nobody there, then again, the door was shut. He almost went to do a more thorough investigation but a nagging little, quite literally, part of him persuaded him otherwise. He didn't want to focus on the grown up world right now, so he didn't.
He shook off his flannel jacket, his white tank top after. In the process of walking, he managed his pants and boxers off and swapped it for a puffy, comfortable, soft pull up. A red onesie with a little black feather on the chest portion and shortoralls which were poofy towards the leg areas giving off the impression he had on a diaper rather than a pull up. Long socks that reached his knees that were black aside from a stripe at the top of it and the spots where his toes and heels went. As a final detail, a black, sparkly adult sized pacifier slid between his lips.
His little space easily dismissed the blood rubbing against the pacifier, he was simply content to have it.
With a delighted giggle, he laid out on the floor after having turned the television on, t.v. was easily the one thing Adonis had decided he now couldn't live without.
As a commercial played, he hopped up, hoping to have enough time to get gold fish, apple juice, and his two little stuffed dragons. He couldn't necessarily feel any of it, or taste it, but it helped him feel little so he liked it.
He settled back down just in time, hazel eyes lit up as he smiled past the pacifier. He was officially oblivious to anything going on around him.
Not the best choice of action.
He realized this when his door was slammed open, startling him as he looked up to see Rixon. His big space would've had no issue handling the situation but Adonis was currently little so he had no clue what to do apart from let frightened tears form in his eyes and a hot red blush to taint his freckled cheeks.
Even if he was little, he could tell this wasn't what Rixon was expecting to see. It was furthered when he started to snort then morph that into full blown laughter. It only upset Adonis more though, earning a pitiful whimper as he rubbed his eyes with fists to get rid of his tears.
"This was why you didn't want me to see your appartment??" Rixon wheezed out.
Adonis whimpered again but offered to speak through his thoughts instead of his voice knowing he could hide the trembling and childlike voice he had in little space better.
Stop laughin'. P-pease?
The attempt only made Rixon laugh harder and the furious, humiliated blush darken over Adonis's cheeks.
He usually had better control of his voice in his thoughts when in little space.
700 years of being a fallen angel on Earth and this is the mighty fall he takes?
All well.
Adonis figures he himself chose his poison.
He had it going for a while at least.