prince and his shield

9.

Rogers knew that Roy had always found his persistent idea of ​​going to the battlefield very incomprehensible.As far as Roy's usual thought is, if no one joins the fight, how can the fight still exist.

On this front, Rodgers and Roy never came to terms.But Rodgers sees no problem with Roy's overly optimistic attitude.Isn't the purpose of his fighting just to be able to protect these innocent thoughts?

But he didn't expect Roy's reaction to be so big.

They had an unprecedented quarrel.He thought that even if Roy couldn't understand his ambition, he should at least respect it.

Rogers, who was in a swollen mood, seemed to be poured down by a basin of cold water at this time.He looked deeply at Roy who lost his temper, and after a long time, he said dryly, "This is a gift I bought for you.

...No matter what you say, I must go. "

He got up and hurried out, unable to stay any longer.

Roy was flustered and didn't know what to do.He wanted to keep Rogers, but he didn't know what to say.

He was in a mess.

He knelt down and wrapped himself around himself.Maybe, he thought, he had failed Rogers' mother's wishes.

He's an incompetent guardian angel.He got so caught up in being human that he forgot what he really was.

He couldn't stop Rogers from going to the battlefield without hesitation, and he might not even be able to stop himself from falling.What went wrong?What is wrong?

Roy buried his face deep in his arms.Why did it become like this?

He squatted on the ground for a long time, his legs were numb when he got up, and he subconsciously hammered his legs.Then, he watched his hands and legs stiffen for a moment.

He shouldn't, shouldn't have impulsively chosen to come here in human form.It is he who has created his own lust, he wants to be seen, he is not satisfied with what he is.

It's all...his fault.

He reached for the small box on the table, and when he saw the pair of rings inside, his eyes became hot, and something ran out of his eyes.

Totally out of control.

He raised his hand to wipe his face, looked at the glistening water on his hand, choked reflexively, and trembled all over.

What should he do?what to do

What can I do to keep Rogers from leaving, and how can I stop myself from falling?

he does not know.

If there's anything that hurts him more, it's that he knows he doesn't want to leave.

I don't want to leave Rogers, I don't want to give up my human identity, I don't want to go back to the position I should go back to.He doesn't even have the will to make the right decision now.

He has really fallen.

Thinking about it, he became afraid.

impossible.He cannot fall.At least, not in front of Rogers.

Absolutely don't let him see what he looks like now.

He tightly squeezed the box in his hand, and after a long time, his watery eyes stopped.

Roy couldn't see himself now. If Crowley was around, he would probably laugh a few times in a strange way, and then sigh softly.

Rogers walked around the outside several times. After feeling calm, he clenched his fists to cheer himself up and turned around to go home.

Roy sat at the table and waited for him.

"Steve, do you have to go?" Roy asked in a low voice.

Rogers couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief seeing that his reaction was no longer as violent as it was at the beginning: "Roy, all the men in New York are on the battlefield. Compared with them, I have no privilege not to fight for everything I want to protect.

I know you hate fights and don't like arguments.I think that's fine.But, sometimes, we have to make some sacrifices. "

It's not that Roy doesn't understand these principles. As angels, they also fight with demons.Only now, they seldom fight anymore.

The relationship is much more relaxed.To put it bluntly, he just didn't want Rogers to get involved in these things.

Roy carefully looked at Rogers seriously.

His soul was as much a warmth and a gleam of comfort as his mother.In this messy mortal world, the few clean and bright souls are like flickering lamps of light walking on the street.

He always involuntarily wants to wrap up those lights and prevent them from suffering any harm.

But he seems to have ignored it.

Both his mother and he are very tenacious people.

They are not weak.

Even Rogers, who was sickly and grew up on a pile of medicines since he was a child, was not weak.

His strength is the huge power contained in that body.

"I see." Roy took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "I'm sorry."

Rogers got up and sat next to him, reached out and took his hand, leaned over and kissed his lips: "I know you are just too worried about me. Trust me, I will protect myself.

I'll be back safe and sound.In addition, it is said that this is just a selection, I'm not sure they would like it..." He raised his hand, showing a posture of a bodybuilder, "I am so strong. "

Roy pursed his lips and smiled: "Steve, you are the strongest person I have ever seen."

Rogers was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, and reached out to hug him: "Roy, you don't know how many things you brought me that I couldn't even imagine before." Companionship, trust, understanding, and mutual support.

Sweet and bitter, everything.Roy's arrival seemed to make his destined not so beautiful life rich, soft and gentle.

Even if it is a quarrel, it is a strange adjustment.

At this moment, he really felt that he was the happiest person in the world.The person I like also likes me, and I have won what I have been fighting for, and I don't need to ask for anything.

After hugging for a while, he reached out and took the box on the table, a little shyly: "Do you like them?"

Roy nodded.

Rogers stroked the old velvet box, opened his mouth a few times, but couldn't say anything else in the end: "I really... I... um. Uh, do you... want to wear it?"

Roy held out his hand.

Rogers couldn't help laughing, then cleared his cough, held his attitude, and carefully took out one of them and brought it to him: "It's just right."

Roy looked at his face and smiled: "Yes. Of course."

Rogers hesitated and looked at Roy with small eyes that implied expectation.

Roy reached out and picked up the remaining ring, and after playing with it for a while, he raised it up: "This one, I'll wear it for you when you come back."

Rogers wanted to say something, and finally looked at Roy's face: "Okay. I will definitely come back. Then, you have to keep it safe for me." His face became more determined.

Roy hummed.

In the middle of the night, Roy suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Rogers' sleeping face in the dark.Looking, watching, he felt that his eyes began to flow out of warm liquid uncontrollably.

The water slid into the pillow, and after a while, I felt a little tide on the forehead.

He watched it for a long time.When Rogers was about to wake up, he suddenly came back to his senses and wiped his face in a hurry.

He put his hands around Rogers' temples on both sides, and said with red eyes, "I'm sorry, Steve. I love you."

His tears flowed more violently, but the movements of his hands did not stop.

After a few seconds, he let go of his hand and grinned: "You will meet a more suitable 'person'." After speaking, he trembled, a kind of suffocating pain came from his whole body It popped out of the bone.

He barely propped up his body, staggered a few steps, leaned on the wall and walked out of the master bedroom, and returned to his second bedroom, which had already been covered with a thin layer of dust.Barely throwing himself on the bed, Roy turned his back to the door and pulled the quilt over himself.

On the other side, Rogers touched his pillow after waking up, slightly stiff.

It's just that I quarreled with Roy, did I cry in my dream in the middle of the night?He twitched the corner of his mouth bitterly.

After sitting for a while, he got up and went out, quietly opened the door of the utility room and took a look.

Today is the time for the army he belongs to to break camp, and he has to go.

If possible, he hoped that he could at least say goodbye to Roy.

He looked at Roy, who had his back turned to him, with an attitude of resistance, and felt very sour in his heart.He stood at the door for a long time, until time ran out, and he moved his numb legs and left heavily.

He didn't even dare to say goodbye.He was very afraid that he could not help confessing, or would do something else regardless.

After Rogers' breath disappeared from the room, Roy finally couldn't hold back the muffled moans in his mouth, and curled up into a ball.

Roy gasped for breath as if all the bones in his body had been smashed.He rolled out of the bed, climbed to the window with difficulty, and opened a crack in the curtain to look out.

When Rogers looked back, he hit the ground with a 'bang' and couldn't get up again.

The room was quiet for a long time, the sound of locomotive roaring from far to near.

Crowley stretched his legs, lowered his sunglasses, looked at the house in front of him, and shook his head.He stomped up the steps, kicked open the door, looked down at the paralyzed man on the ground, and let out a wow.

Lifting the man up from the ground, he glanced at the room: "I told you to be careful." He pouted and took the man away.

10.

Crowley looked at his fellow freshman in front of him and clicked his tongue.

"What are you looking at?" Roy squinted at him, "Shouldn't you be happy?"

Crowley rolled his eyes, got up and poured himself a glass of wine: "At six o'clock, you have to go downstairs." He took a sip of his drink, and he could also be liberated.

"Is that wine?" Roy looked at him.He had heard a lot of people say that alcohol is a thing that can solve most bad moods.

Crowley shook the bottle: "Do you want it?" He muttered, reaching out and handing the bottle to him.

"You can try the feeling of being drunk, and if you don't feel very good, you can let it out." Crowley knocked on the bottle and smiled, "These are all my treasures."

Roy snorted, picked up the bottle and filled it.

So he didn't know most of the things after that, it seemed like a long time passed and only a few seconds passed.

Crowley kept forcing Lai Lai to grab his collar and say something, but Roy avoided him angrily and ran away.

When he knew what he was doing again, it was when he wandered there and saw a newspaper.

He stared at the writing on it back and forth several times.

He didn't know what attracted him to it, he just looked at it over and over again.

At a certain moment, his heart suddenly hurt like a knife.

He covered his heart, lay on the ground in ragged clothes, and howled.

After Crowley failed to stop the drunken and crazy new colleague, he reported to his subordinates that the new colleague had taken office three times and had already done evil everywhere.

He is not good at feeling the way humans calculate, so, after an unknown period of time, he realized in a trance that, well, it seemed that his colleague had been missing for a long time.

Then, when he set out to find it, he was shocked.

His new colleague is indeed the fallen guardian angel of the angels, and he actually fought with the Goddess of War among the Four Horsemen of Heaven.

This incident made his bones ache all over, and he remembered the horrible feeling that his bones were slowly melting when he fell.

He grabbed the crazy Roy's neck and pulled desperately.

"Stop it!" Thinking that he hadn't sobered up after three years of drinking, Crowley yelled at him, grabbing his ears, and even used shock.

'War' sat next to him, surrounded by the ruins of various battles.She watched Crowley and Roy wrestle.She was used to all kinds of fights around her.

"No matter what the dispute is, you'd better resolve it as soon as possible." She smiled. "Someone has gone to fetch holy water."

Crowley made a strange noise with his throat trembling: "Satan, look at you now! Did you hear that? They're going to get the holy water!"

Roy's eyes turned bright red at some point: "So what?!"

Crowley called the demons that have been active in the world since the creation of the world. It is easy to forcibly suppress a demon that has just transformed.His bright yellow snake pupils tightened, revealing a powerful aura, which pinned the noisy Roy immobile.

He spat out a dark purple snake letter and hissed: "Don't challenge my patience!"

"Look at you, Crowley." Roy mocked.

During the entanglement, an angel has already brought holy water.Crowley stepped aside, and the pure water splashed on Roy, making a stinging sound like sulfuric acid.

Roy snorted, curled up into a ball, trembling all over.

Crowley grinned, and then laughed. "I guess that's enough. He's still young, and he has more time to learn the rules."

'War' prevented this punishment and left.

Crowley kicked Roy, who was paralyzed on the ground, and always felt that this scene was familiar: "It wasn't all fine before. Why are you crazy?"

The new wings on Roy's back were burnt to the bone and were slowly healing themselves.He lay motionless on his stomach.

"Why can't angels or demons control death?" Roy asked in a low voice, "Is his power so powerful?"

Crowley stood up with goosebumps in disgust. "Stop those bad thoughts. It seems that you don't quite understand what a demon is like. Get out."

Roy got up from the ground, one of the horns was broken, and the scarlet blood marrow inside was bulging.

Crowley showed a look of disgust, he said twice, and wiped some saliva on it: "Now, let's go."

As if he had lost all his anger, Roy didn't care that Crow used his saliva to wipe his horns, nor did he care what happened to him next.