Adrien ignord Sage as he took a few more steading breathes. "It happens almost every month..." He mutters, closig his eyes. He moves his tail away and grabs another pillow with it, before noticing the usual black tip was coated in red. -Oh right. I killed that angel.- He thinks, wrapping his tail back around himself. He sighs and looks up at Sage. "How the hell are you going to help me? You don't even know what it's about..." Adrien tells him, grimacing at the flash of the memories.

Sage hummed lightly and then rolled his eyes in response to his comment. "I don't have to know what it's about so much as know what was happening," he mused. He heasitated for a moment before huffing out a breath. "and I'd rather you not deal with it as badly as I do and pick up the same nasty habits," he half grumbled, offering Adrien his arms, which had their fair number of scars caused by his scratching. "It's really not any better than when it starts this way," he pointed out with a shrug.

It was Adriens turn to roll his eyes. "This has been happening since I was 11." He tells Sage, with the deadest look in his eyes. -It started when they started...- He thinks, keeping that thought to himself. "Also, did the demons do this to you?" He asks, running his fingers lightly over Sage's scars. -They were kind of pretty if you looked past why they were there.- He thinks, with a slight gleam of curiousity in his eyes.

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(Sorry it's so short)

Sage huffed out a slight breath and nodded. "So something happened when you were 11," he decided on. He sort of sucked in a breath when he felt Adrien's touch, half expecting it to burn, since he was obviously part angel. But it didn't, and he chuckled dryly, something flickering in his eyes. "Oh, they've done plenty, but these ones were me," he admitted softly, watching the other boys fingers running lightly over his skin. "Which is why I'm trying to figure out how to keep it from happening to you," he said pointedly. "Because it really isn't any better than the flashbacks themselves," he groaned, shaking his head slightly and rustling his wings slightly, the slight shades of gold and red sort of shimmering in the moonlight that was coming through the window .

"They are beautiful..." Adrien mutters, thinking he had only said itin his mind. -The really were beautiful, if you ignored why they were there...- He thinks. "And it's already happened to me.' He says softly, sitting back and pulling up a sleeve. There were scars running all around his arms. Some were unorganized, with jagged lines and no order. Other were straight and orderly. Used for strict punishment. And then there were the scars right above his wrists. They weren't cuts but where a rope was tied... way to tight... Adrien looked away from Sage and his arm. He hated his scars... "These were not done by me... the one on my wrist is but that's another story..." He says dryly. Still holding his arm up for Sage to see. He wrapped his wings tighter around himself.

Sage felt a blush form on his face when the other boy said they were beautiful. He'd never think of it that way....they were a daily reminder of everything that had happened. He let out a slight breath and leaned forward to look at Adrien's arm when he held it up, but left his arm in the guys loose grip. "I hate ropes," he grumbled. He sort of moved an arm to move part of his hair to show Adrien the same sort of scar around his neck. "I haven't seen the best end of them either," he mused. Moving his hair to the side also sort of revealed a brand near his collar bone, but that was the one he hated most...if Adrien asked about it he'd answer but he wasn't going to bring any attention to it otherwise. "There's plenty more of them, from plenty of things, but to show you I'd have to take your shirt off and I'm not aure you want me sitting here in nothing but my boxers," he chuckled, sort of trying to lighten the mood.

Adrien shrugged. "How about this? We already know eachother have scars... so why not tell each other how we got them? It might be good to tell someone else...?" He suggests, having noticed a brand on Sage's neck. He gets the overwhelming urge to kill whoever did that to him... Sage then makes a joke and he chuckles at it. "I wouldn't really mind. I'm wearing nothing but shorts right now. You probably can't see though as I am hiding behind my wings at the moment." Adrien chuckles, looking down. He drops his knees, and instead sits cross-legged. Stretching out his large wings. "Sorry if I hit you in the head." He murmurs, pulling them back to his sides.

Sage sort of hummed in thought before shrugging and nodding. "I suppose it could be helpful," he admitted. He chuckled slightly when Adrien mentioned not really caring, so when heu folded his wings, he moved to sit cross legged as well, starting to un button the very large shirt he was wearing. He waved off his comment and shook his head. "It's fine. If you do whack me, they're soft so it's not like it's gonna hurt me," he noted. He tossed the shirt on the floor once he'd unbuttoned all the buttons and settled himself before cocking his head. "Who's starting then," he asked. He had more scars than he could even count, so this might take a while.

He chuckles at Sage's comment about him being whacked with wings. When Sage asked who was starting, he stopped. His breath hiched and he took a deep breath. "Can you?" Adrien asked softly. "It's going to take me probably, no offense, longer then you... cause I have to explain why I got them to." He mutters. He looks up at Sage, waiting for him to start his story.

Sage cocked his head slightly but nodded and grunted, looking down at his body, which had probably as much scar tissue as normal skin. "Where do you want me to even start," he asked with a chuckle. There was so much...and there were stories to all of them. "There's a lot of stories to tell with them," he admitted. "We might be here a while," he chuckled dryly, waiting for Adrien to pick where he wanted to start. Because he really had no clue. He did stretch his wings out though, so Adrien could see the scars there too, including a wing that had definitely been broken pretty badly at some point and was still not completely right.