Jacota was filled with strange feelings. On the other hand he was unsure, confused, flustered, embarrassed and maybe slightly annoyed. In a normal situation Jacota would leave, and let this strange, gloomy person be in his own company. It was none of Jacota's concern how Ishvi felt about himself or why he was so sad.
But...
Something didn't allow Jacota to even think about leaving. He didn't want to leave Ishvi alone. Maybe because Jacota knew sometimes being alone while sad only made it worse. Jacota was also filled with strange determination, he wanted to help him. Even if he couldn't, Jacota wanted to at least try.
And when Ishvi seemed defeated, only sighing and shrugging at Jacota's question, the young boy felt this determination not waiver. Then Ishvi wrote on the sand and Jacota read the two small words.
Only half.
Jacota was confused and tilted his head slightly. He knew Ishvi was half angel, half nightmare. And then he remembered the first time he had met Ishvi. Ishvi had said he did not like his nightmare side, that he was not a real angel.
Jacota lifted his gaze up to Ishvi and whined a bit. Was being a full angel that important to him?
"Only half angel?"
Jacota asked unsurely and moved carefully to lie on Ishvi's side, looking at him with compassion.
"I'm only half dog as well."
Jacota said these words and didn't realize how much they actually bothered him. How much it bothered him that he wasn't an actual dog. But...
"But I'm glad I'm only half. I can talk to you. Doing that is nice."
Jacota's tail wagged although he averted his gaze, slightly embarrassed over saying such a thing. But he meant it.
Jacota was momentarily surprised by Ishvi's reaction and jumped a bit when he turned back into human form for a second. But Ishvi turned back into a nightmare soon enough, and Jacota saw this time he had his talking device. Jacota wagged his tail, happy that maybe now Ishvi could talk back if he wanted.
And Ishvi did talk back, with words that Jacota had trouble understanding. But he knew enough to know that when an angel is falling they are practically becoming a demon, or something. It was all a bit confusing.
But Jacota could see and feel enough to know that Ishvi was hurting, not just outside. Although Jacota was intangible he scooted a bit closer to Ishvi, regretting he could not offer warmth or be petted. Well, if he went to human form then Jacota could do both. But he felt that if he turned human now Jacota would feel too flustered to talk or do anything.
"Can I catch you?"
Jacota was referring to the fact that Ishvi was falling, and he honestly thought when an angel fell it involved literal falling. Jacota sincerely wanted to help and catch Ishvi so he wouldn't hurt himself. Falling could hurt.
Jacota glared and ruffed at the dagger again, and felt bit more flustered when Ishvi seemed to be worried about him. But Jacota wasn't worried about himself right now.
"I can hurt. You can't hurt. If you hurt it feels all muddled."
Jacota would've frowned if he could and huffed a bit.
But...
Something didn't allow Jacota to even think about leaving. He didn't want to leave Ishvi alone. Maybe because Jacota knew sometimes being alone while sad only made it worse. Jacota was also filled with strange determination, he wanted to help him. Even if he couldn't, Jacota wanted to at least try.
And when Ishvi seemed defeated, only sighing and shrugging at Jacota's question, the young boy felt this determination not waiver. Then Ishvi wrote on the sand and Jacota read the two small words.
Only half.
Jacota was confused and tilted his head slightly. He knew Ishvi was half angel, half nightmare. And then he remembered the first time he had met Ishvi. Ishvi had said he did not like his nightmare side, that he was not a real angel.
Jacota lifted his gaze up to Ishvi and whined a bit. Was being a full angel that important to him?
"Only half angel?"
Jacota asked unsurely and moved carefully to lie on Ishvi's side, looking at him with compassion.
"I'm only half dog as well."
Jacota said these words and didn't realize how much they actually bothered him. How much it bothered him that he wasn't an actual dog. But...
"But I'm glad I'm only half. I can talk to you. Doing that is nice."
Jacota's tail wagged although he averted his gaze, slightly embarrassed over saying such a thing. But he meant it.
Jacota was momentarily surprised by Ishvi's reaction and jumped a bit when he turned back into human form for a second. But Ishvi turned back into a nightmare soon enough, and Jacota saw this time he had his talking device. Jacota wagged his tail, happy that maybe now Ishvi could talk back if he wanted.
And Ishvi did talk back, with words that Jacota had trouble understanding. But he knew enough to know that when an angel is falling they are practically becoming a demon, or something. It was all a bit confusing.
But Jacota could see and feel enough to know that Ishvi was hurting, not just outside. Although Jacota was intangible he scooted a bit closer to Ishvi, regretting he could not offer warmth or be petted. Well, if he went to human form then Jacota could do both. But he felt that if he turned human now Jacota would feel too flustered to talk or do anything.
"Can I catch you?"
Jacota was referring to the fact that Ishvi was falling, and he honestly thought when an angel fell it involved literal falling. Jacota sincerely wanted to help and catch Ishvi so he wouldn't hurt himself. Falling could hurt.
Jacota glared and ruffed at the dagger again, and felt bit more flustered when Ishvi seemed to be worried about him. But Jacota wasn't worried about himself right now.
"I can hurt. You can't hurt. If you hurt it feels all muddled."
Jacota would've frowned if he could and huffed a bit.