GOOEY — open, asking stocking out

[madster]

malphas thought that love would never meet him. all throughout his life, he was an anxiety-ridden recluse, and wasn't ever a candidate for someone to love anyways. he was an asshole and enjoyed it, but ever since the rosebloods incident... he had promised to change. for himself, for the betterment of tanglewood. he met stocking, ushered her to health- she was his first patient, and it was inspiring to watch her heal completely. he did that. abathur or mira didn't help her. he was her doctor.

still, late at night, when he wasn't worrying about nayru or iota, his mind wandered to stocking. he wished he had her with him. he wasn't sure if she liked him, even- but that movie night... she had even wrapped her soft wings around him. she had to care about him a little bit, right? but then again, who would love him? he could understand if she didn't. he was an idiotic drunkard who hurt more than he helped.

malphas decided he'd solve this once and for all. if stocking said yes, then he'd be happy, but if stocking said no, then he would understand. in his house, he searched- he wanted to give her something. what did he have? maybe he could give her his socks? no, that was just weird, and he didn't want to explain his scars to her yet. he found a bag of weed and decided- what the fuck, she'd like this, and then headed out.

in the morning light, he found himself in the middle of their territory, squinting from the sun. "hey, stocking? are you around?" he asked, hoping he could see her. he didn't want to have to hunt her down, that'd make him look creepy. then he realized what he was about to ask, and he begun to tremble and his chest hurt. of course. thanks, anxiety.