Just A Little Fallen

Chapter 8

(Quick A/N: So I recently got back into this and I'm gonna try to keep up with it as well as two other of my books (one is another little space called No Vito and the other is a love triangle between 3 of my OCs). I do want to apologize for not updating this book for so long though, I had a major writers block for it and currently am still suffering it for the end of this chapter so literally any suggestions as to something you'd like to see in this book would greatly be appreciated. I do have a one shot in the works that ties into this story line though and I hope to have it out this weekend possibly (I looked back on it and have a good portion written out already). I hope you all enjoy this update regardless and thank you for the support for it!)

Adonis whined softly before moving his hands, glaring at Rixon, cheeks flushed.
"How you know about t'at?" he demanded, angry enough for it to still be portrayed in little space too.
Rixon, however, was having a much harder time being intimidated because of it.
"I looked into your memories and got lucky to see when you first tried this, why you liked it. You said you liked those pet names."
"By hew! Hew onwy!!" Adonis shouted, shoving Rixon's chest as if a move to get away from him, regardless of what it was, Rixon merely held him closer instead.
"You need to settle down, little man," he warned, voice low, serious, stern.
Adonis narrowed his eyes hatefully but had no better retort but to turn his head away, grumpily.
"I no wan to be called dose by yooou."
Rixon smirked and hummed softly.
"Can Patch use those names?" he hummed, drawing Adonis's attention to the third fallen angel. His eyes widened, clearly having forgotten about Patch.
He looked over to the other friend, worry obvious in his eyes and tears even started filling his eyes.
700 years and nobody found out, Adonis himself hadn't even learned until 17 years ago, and now two people closest to him, and some strangers he wasn't likely to ever see again, knew. It was all rather overwhelming.
Rixon and Patch seemed confused by this, and rather stunned, Adonis refused to meet their gazes though.
Awkwardly, Patch finally spoke again, "Hey, it's ok, not a big deal. Ok? It's fine."
Adonis sighed tiredly, simply nuzzling into Rixon's neck again. Rixon pat his back gently in response.
"Niefer of you supposed to find out," Adonis had grumbled, almost successfully shielding the little kid tone Adonis had.
"Well, we do know," Patch easily retorted, "and there's no going back."
Adonis shakily sighed but nodded in agreement, honestly just wanting to disappear.
They all were silent a moment, trying to figure out where to go from here. Patch finally found the courage again, looking between his two friends, "So how did all this," he motioned to the two males, "happen?"
Rixon sent Adonis a look, silently asking. Adonis gave a soft, frustrated whine at it but shrugged.
There wasn't much point in hiding it now. Though he did desperately add through thoughts despite the fact it was currently only the three of them.
In mind, dada, pease. Don wan it out woud.
Rixon snorted softly at that.
Its just the three of us, Pooh-Bear.
The pleading look Adonis gave though was encouragement enough for him to comply. He soothingly rubbed Adonis's back as he looked over to Patch.
Found out yesterday that Adonis here likes being 'little'. Meaning he acts like a kid, or rather toddler. That's about as much as I've gathered apart from his memory at least.
Patch's daek eyes drifted to Adonis after Rixon's, technically, silent explanation. Adonis watched his second best friend partially, only with one eye, the other closed due to being closely nuzzled up to Rixon's chest. It made him genuinely appear as a shy, perhaps even sleepy, toddler eyeing a stranger.
It was new for Patch, nothing he would've ever expected from his greedy friend who's joy seemed to come from fighting and tormenting nephilims. However, he had seen weirder and if it was comforting for Adonis, who was he to judge that? It was much better than other things. Finally, he reached over, lightly ruffling Adonis's red hair, "Whatever helps you, ok?" he quietly assured.
Adonis blinked, surprised, as he cautiously removed his face from Rixon's chest. He expected more of what Rixon's initial reaction had been, for granted it was still pretty embarrassing but Adonis was feeling cared for, or perhaps didgust and hatred. Fallen angels weren't known to be nice, he knew well from various personal experiences, heck he himself was a personal experience of that fact, but here his friends were, being accepting of it. It wasn't perfect but it was something Adonis had longed for.
Maybe, just maybe, he should've come clean about this sooner.