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 Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 7:35 pm
<MAIN THREAD>
The book is mottled, black and red. On the cover, the symbol for eternity is deeply embossed within a circle inlaid with a thin gold strand. A small golden bead rests in each corner. Stuck carelessly inside as a bookmark is a wooden pin encircled in gold wire that snakes down its length.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 7:35 pm
1.22.07
Your Herald is now a child with a personality all her own. Except for the wings, it's almost easy to forget that she was once an angel, isn't it? Even she seems to have forgotten. But the past hasn't forgotten her...
Your Herald has been dredging up odd bits and phrases from some hidden corner of the mind.
What are the words? What do they mean, and how does this fragment of memory return?
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 7:13 pm
Azruael and Alexei's 'hovel' is several miles outside of Barton, in a neighboring town known for its ale. He lives close to where he works - a bar - which is owned by a close friend by the name of Lily Rose Pinsetti. The house isn't too big, but compensates; after all, the demon isn't rich...but he tries.
Home, sweet home. Though, you can't really call it a home without a woman around! Eh, pad, then? So yes, this is Alexei's journal...wonder what goes on when there's no lady around to keep two boys in check? Wonder what a "father" and "son" are capable of when they've nothing but themselves to rely on? Especially when one is a demon and the other an angel?
Make your way through this yarnball and you'll find out.
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Anyone who is part of the Heralds guild may make a post, but please make it in character. I'll cry if it's not...and that won't be pretty, lemme tell you.
Aa. New thing I'd like to point out. Anything that's NOT a prompt will be placed in the quotes box. Just to, ah, separate them.
Azruael's color: This one!
Alexei's color: Tadaa!
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 7:17 pm
Some of these posts will take place on a time not heeding the given time.
4.18.05 The fallen angel is discovered several miles outside of Azruael�s town
4.21.05 A second visit in the storm...
-?.?.?- Azruael leaves his town in search of Rhiannon...
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 7:18 pm
Name: Alexei (Al-eck-say)
Meaning: 'Protector of Mankind'
Discovered on: 4.18.05
Item Sacrificed: Hair clip
Gender: Male
Favorite:
-Color: Blue, burnt brown, and green!
-Food: Spaghetti
-Movie: The Fox and the Hound
-Bedtime Story: The tales his papa'n weaves about elves and demons and heroic wars~
-Things: Hughes, his plush bear; Nio, or 'Jumbo', his dog
Personality: As of now, Alexei is a very shy little boy, blushing at the littlest thing. He tends to use Azruael as a hiding place, and never leaves his side for an instant, no matter where the demon goes. He doesn't speak much at all, or approach people, but he is still very curious - as a child should be. Around animals he seems more at ease, and opens up more even if they don't respond. He just has to get over his 'fear' of other people...
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 6:42 pm
Let others take the high road, I will take the low
I cannot wait to rush in where angels fear to go.
 Name: Azruael
Gender: Male
Age: He stopped aging a long time ago, appears around 27-8.
Race: Half White Wood Elf (Formally known as the Adivium Naelathe), and also half dark elf, or drow. However...
Secondary Race: Pseudo demon with incubus-like attributes (Made one, not born one)
Birthplace: Small home located within Adivium Naelathe
Eye Color / style: Azruael's eyes are a wonder all their own. Narrow and slightly upturned at the edges, they make his appearance catty - their deep golden color and near lack of pupil don't help ward off the look either. His eyes are kept half mast a lot of the time, which gives him a lazy and uncaring air.
Hair Color / style: Long, thick, wiry, and a deep scarlet in color. Azruael's hair falls to an uneven length, nearing the small of his back, and cut with the precision of a blind beautician. Two locks of hair frame either side of his face as well as bangs that fall rackishly into his eyes. The right side's fringe of bang brushes past his cheek and falls longer than the left side, which only reaches his chin whereas the other touches his shoulder. He tends to where his hair in a variety of different fashions, be it down, braided, a ponytail, but more often than not up in a clip.
Height: 5'10" or 11"
Weight: Good question.
Marital Status: One half of him says he's single, the other half clings to 'taken', kicking and screaming.
Family: Athreii Kinfure (mother - White Wood), ?? (father - never met, whereabouts unknown), Ferio Juridak ('brother' - whereabouts unknown), Alexei ('son' - a Herald)
Hobbies: Flirting, seducing, being obnoxious
Weapon of Choice: Hand-to-hand combat
Element: Typically fire, as most demons are prone to having. An array of different ones, though he rarely uses elemental attacks.
Power(s): Control over dreams - he can enter, warp, and make them. However, he seems to have little control over his own. Also, if angered enough, he'll 'break' away from his sanity and revert into a form that is as wild as a cornered beast - though he lacks the fear of one. When insane, Azruael has a lack of empathy and kills without remorse. He'll oftentimes drag out one's death just to watch (with pleasure) them squirm.
Distinguishing Features: If being androgynous isn't enough...
- Two, large and narrow angelic black wings. They're like sickles when outstretched, with sharp flight feathers. (His wings are ultra sensitive and are probably his biggest weak spot - only three people know about this, though)
- A long, slender spaded tail. His tail is black in color as well, though has a brackish underlay. Said appendage is prehensile.
- His pointed, sidewards lying ears; curled in and fluted.
Normal Attire: Azruael tends to wear exhuberant colors, hues and intricate stitching details that make him stick out like a sore thumb. Or...simple, button up dress shirts and black slacks. The former style of clothing usually cut off at the bottom of his ribs, leaving his stomach exposed. And since he has such feminine tastes at times, his pants are usually slung low on his narrow hips. His dress shirts tend to cuff snugly around his wrists, and their sleeves are baggy. Azruael - though liking the color brown - hates wearing it. Or any neutral color. Hates. Because it blends in with his dark skin, and also because he'd rather stand out than in.
Likes: Seduction, rain, Rhiannon, torture (just ask him what kind), Ferio
Dislikes: Zarien, uptight people, discrimination, being ignored
Favorite Color(s): Red, brown, gold, and black
Favorite Food(s): Meat (OOC Azy: I could honestly say what TYPE of meat, and whose, but that would be too kinky, I think. <:/ )
Personality: Loveable to a fault. Azruael is quite the lady's man, and considers himself to be high above fidelity. Having quite the problem with his own sanity, the demon is known to act 'tipsy' and homicidal in times of severe emotional stress - usually when angered. However, his depressed states are long and tedious for both himself and those around him; he tends to isolate and pity himself. But for the demon, it's rare to have an emotional sag, and he's usually rambuncious as well as highly flirtatious whenever a pretty girl wanders into his line of vision.
History: Way too long and tedious to type up. It includes Ferio, his changing, the war, more Ferio, obsessive love, a kidnapping, more Ferio (OOC Azy: We're destined to meet up everywhere...), his leaving to the Shadow Realm, insert little romantic/kinky escapades here, Rhia, more Rhia, and then some calm. Then a pissing match WITH Rhia and 'Hi. Nice to meet you.' - Others -
 Name: Lily Rose Pinsetti
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Race: Human [mistaken for a witch at times]
Hair: Thick, black, soft, and exceptionally curly, which tends to fall in ringlets around her face when put up; somehow they always manage to escape!
Eyes: Glassy and marble like, Lily's eyes are a faint peridot in hue.
Build: Not skinny at all; due to the birth of several children, Lily has a rounded figure - shapely and soft edged.
Occupation: Owner of the Poinsettia Bar and Inn
Personality: Mild-mannered to say the least, and from hearing her Southern colloquial carried by a husky and listless voice, one wouldn't think her much of a threat. However, there is something about that unreadable ghost of a smile that always curls her lips, never more, never less - she's hiding something, a million little somethings, in fact, none of which she shares with even her closest friends or lovers. She rarely angers, but aggravation comes swift and spontaneously and even watching what you say may be a bad thing in her presence; when she does speak, however, she can be sharp tongued and condescending.
Relationship with...: Alexei: The most doting of aunts to the boy, nothing he says or does is ever wrong. It seems as though the Herald has picked up her unintelligable slang, as well.
- Azruael: Surprisingly, it's purely platonic. Lily refers to him as 'brotha' a lot of the time, but she doesn't see him as one - more like very close friends.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 7:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 7:36 pm
People Alexei has met and become friends with. Eh, well, friends of both of them since Alexei makes 'em and brings 'em to Azruael for meeting. Heralds[By Age]  Name: Taka Guardian: Sarielle Relationship: - Alexei: Met briefly once when she was a child - he was a bit too shy to really get along. - Azruael: Definitely felt vibes that Sarielle did not like him at all, and she questioned his care for the little Herald.  Name: Shayna Guardian: Eamane Relationship: - Alexei:Dazzled by her feathers at their first meeting when she was a child; inkling that Shayna was more interested in him than he was in her, however. - Azruael: --  Name: Tokki Guardian: whitebunnierabbit Relationship: - Alexei:- Azruael:  Name: Rand Guardian: Owle Relationship: - Alexei: Holds Rand in the high esteems even though they only met but once! The wolf boy and he hit it off quickly, and he can't wait to see him again so they can play with their dogs! - Azruael: Very much fond of Owle, and teases her an awful lot. As to whether or not he'll ever step over the invisible line in the sand, even he has no idea.  Name: Aethelind Guardian: Suboshi Relationship: - Alexei:- Azruael:  Name: Guinevere Guardian: Kotatsu Relationship: - Alexei:- Azruael: Name: Aurore Guardian: Jypsum Voux Relationship: - Alexei:- Azruael:  Name: Mackerel Guardian: ELF Relationship: - Alexei:- Azruael: Name: Avella Guardian: Vian Relationship: - Alexei:- Azruael:  Name: Neva Guardian: Kyrianna Relationship: - Alexei:- Azruael:
Non-Heralds
 Name: Chailyn Guardian: Anemone Relationship: - Alexei: Really likes Chai - the Tale let him watch Finding Nemo with her and her friend Lance, despite him being the new kid. He feels the odd need to protect both her and her mother, though he has no idea why. - Azruael: Stricken curious about Anemone, he really won't be able to sate and answer his questions lest he sees her again - which he very much hopes to do. Name: Lance Guardian: Chibi Dragonfly Relationship: - Alexei: Cool, cool, cool! A dragon! How much better could it possibly get? - Azruael:
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 7:36 pm
Knick-knacks that belong to Alexei - Azruael is too old for toys. He prefers playing with people. Anyway, these are either things picked up for the child, or gifts from others. Yay.
A plush bear given to Alexei 'secretly' from Elf. It was his first toy ever, and he has, in the short time he has had it, become very attached to it. He calls the bear Hughes and treats it like a person.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 7:37 pm
Yeah, so...pets. What can I say? I have a soft spot for critters...especially if they're deep fried. Heh, just kidding.
(As a pup)
I'm only guessing he's a teen here...bigass dog, innit'e?
I'm starting to think Alexei's affectionate 'Jumbo' term is more fitting than Nio..
Nio - Or 'Jumbo', 'Puppo', 'Dog', 'Hey you'...just some of the many things Nio is called. The poor Great Dane was named after one of Azruael's current friends, Nio Love. It was a joke at first, but it turned out the dog would answer to nothing less - although he answers well to 'hey you' quite well...
Update - July 18, 05: Holy s**t, Batman. He grew even BIGGER.
Update - July 28, 05: As of today, Nio is now the size of a small bus and eats about as much as a cow.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 7:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 7:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 7:52 pm
Salvation in Sight: The Beginning
Fallen Messenger
A light drizzle had begun to fall to the earth quietly, sounding like the whispers of a million secretive children. It was as though they brought word from the heavens to Gaia below, words to be kept quiet for they spoke of a unrequited, but forbidden love. The messengers from the clouds that connected both heaven and earth with their silent murmurs, covering the ground and spraying it in a layer of fine, white mist.
And Azruael stood amidst it all, head tilted back to receive the rain.
They had fought again.
It had started once the bar had closed, and both were the last to lock up. It was rare that they fought - or argued, rather - but when they did, it was vicious. He had been around long enough to trust her, and thus had told her much about himself and why exactly he had come, half starved, to the inn. She never said a lot about it, but took it in quietly, accepted the facts, and carried on with life as though he had said nothing. This he was grateful for.
But Lily was known for making barbs, and using information to her advantage. So when the tete-a-tete began - over something very petty; he couldn't remember now - she had put him down brutally and hurt the pride he had done his very best to repair.
He should have never told her about Rhiannon. He should have never, ever told her.
So now he stood in the sky's whispers, rivulets of water snaking down his face and clinging to his lashes. His scarlet hair, which had been pulled back earlier in the day, hung heavily to the back of his head, the clip barely able to sustain the weight of his drenched mane. His wings hung haphazardly behind him, slung carelessly upon the ground, mud splattered upon them and snaking into each space a pinion provided; it was as though he had murdered his beautifully damned appendages, the way they lay dead upon the ground. His white dress shirt was soaked through, clinging to him like a second skin, his own showing through in dark, bronzy patches. He didn't care to be wet, he didn?t care that he was slowly losing the feeling in his fingers as each droplet bit into his skin, even soaked to the bone, to the marrow, he didn't care. Not now.
His soul was too soddened to be dampened any more.
Blinking the water from his golden eyes, the demon allowed the barest of sighs to pass through his lips, hand raising to push his bangs back; they had plastered to the sides of his face. He had been standing out here for at least two hours, ever since the rain had been born. He hadn't a clue where his feet had taken him, but was aware that it was some ways outside of the town he had taken residence in. And several mores steps took him farther away. He did not want to be near that place, not right now. Not while his emotional wound ran deep and raw.
Azruael's toes were frozen, and each step made him even more aware of how little he felt of his feet. The numb feeling was slowly coursing up his calves and nibbling away at what he was left of his legs. They buckled when he moved forward again, and he was sent crashing - ungainly, might I add - to his knees with a splatter of mud. A swift curse shot from his lips and he pushed himself up, the back of his hand scooping away at the bangs that flopped before his eyes, obscuring his vision.
And that was when he spotted it. How could he not?
Several meters in front of him lie a heap unlike anything he had ever seen, something unidentifiable from where he currently sat. So he moved forward, wings arching up and curving down, shielding him from view as well as the falling rain. The pile, if that was what it was, glowed dimly with a gentle ambience, and when he should have been cautious, the vibes it gave off crushed the former. He had always been told to approach things warily, not to dive in headfirst without thinking over the outcomes.
Then again, when had he ever listened? That was the reason he was a demon in the first place.
It beckoned him, and he listened. He never even realized the sopping feathers pressed beneath his hands until he took a seat before the glow. His hand then finally came to look at the dull white pinion lathered against it; his eyes widened, his fingers parted, and he inhaled sharply. That was no glowing heap, but a glowing body...and one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen.
It was sprawled out wearily, one slender arm tucked beneath its androgynous form while the other lay outstretched, within reach of the demon. Its hair was draped over the pale slopes of its shoulders and hips, whiter than any snow he had ever seen, and ever so much purer. Pristine ivory feathers tickled the ground around it, half soddened by the rain outside the circle of light. However, the being itself was untouched by the rain and the mud, unblemished by the world that surrounded it. But that had been before its eyes had opened.
Eyes as blue as the sky, and yet not as clear. They were clouded with pain, with anguish; he had never seen one's eyes with such a lack of hope before. They flickered with life before fading, and the outstretched hand trembled, fingers curling inward weakly.
"An angel...an angel with no hope. Is that possible?" he murmured, fingers itching to reach out and stroke the collapsed being. Azruael was never one to care about another's feelings, and his own emotions had always stopped a little short. But this...this ethereal figure who lie so innocently damned within the snow...the demon's heart wrenched.
The light about the figure was erratic, dimming slowly before bursting with light; such energy never lasted long, though. As another burst of white erupted into the air, the hand pushed out again, reaching for something...golden eyes flicked to the left. A slab of grey stone? Is that what the being wanted? Pushing his thoughts away and acting on instinct, the demon bent over the wavering creature and slid his hands beneath the one whose body was more like a cold and wispy breath than something solid. Moving upon his knees, Azruael made his way to the flat alter and lay his charge down, spreading the angel out so that it was lying on its back.
Soft blue eyes appraised him.
"Now you may pass in peace, my friend ?" He stopped short and stared unblinkingly down at the angel, rain coursing down his cheeks. It had moved once again, and when he had fully expected the heavenly being to die...it did not. Instead, its hand lifted slowly, slender fingers straining to pass over the demon's dark face. He felt as if he were being teased by the wind as the gentle fingers toyed with his hair, brushing the rain from his eyes as though pushing away tears. What was it that it wanted...the eyes that had once been so grateful pleaded for something else. But...he had nothing to give.
"I'm sorry, I..." That's when it struck him. Of course! The being had been playing with his hair...and within his hair was...
Reaching back as the angel's hand felt heavily, Azruael pulled the clip within his hair free, allowing his scarlet locks to fall with a wet smack against his back. He was a bit hesitant about giving it up, it being his most prized possession...but this being he couldn't deny. And he wouldn't. With a resolute and steely glint within his amber eyes, the demon touched the angel's fragile hand and pressed the delicate clip into its fingers.
A soft beam of light shot forth from its palm, enveloping its knuckles and dying away. Its once tensed hand was relaxed, and the clip...the clip was nowhere to be seen.
Redemption was in view, salvation was near. Humble glory was free for the taking...with a final, heavy glance at the black winged man, the angel's eyes slowly shut, delicate lashes casting a shadow upon its pallid cheeks. And one could swear a look of plain relief washed over its face, the most heavenly smile shaped upon its gentle lips.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2005 11:42 pm
Storm's Eye, Angel's Eye
Fallen Messenger
It had been raining the past several nights, a heavy, relentless downpour. The sky was streaked black with angry clouds that raged down upon the earth, hell reborn. Rain lashed down as though betrayed, tearing blindly at the ground as roars echoed overhead. And golden eyes watched it from an arched window, musing idly upon the happenings. God must be a woman, Azruael though absently, pushing his cold dinner away with his elbows. For surely no man could have a fury such as this. That thought brought a humorless smile to his lips, even as a sharp crackle brought news of more lightning, and his lamp was sent a-flicker as a testament of its forboding power.
There had been no point in going to work that day, or at least, no point for him to go. Waking up to a bleeding storm doesn't exactly help you get started with the day. He had spent the hours meandering around his empty house, turning off all the lights and simply wading around in his thoughts. He'd made up with Lily, thankfully, and not a word had been said about their argument. He was grateful for that, the time spent wallowing in his own self pity he managed to salvage what was left of his dignity and tape it back together. Any one barb could send him to pieces again.
Only three days had passed since the day he had found that dying angel, the one that had managed to veer his mind away from the problems he had had at hand. He had reoccuring dreams of the fallen one, so gentle it was while he slumbered...the nightmares he was prone to having always stopped as its white figure appeared, always smiling, always floating towards him. Just as the worst of the dream was about to happen, it would gently press its fingers upon his forehead, and everything...would disappear. It was such a comfort to him, banishing his troubled sleep...and now that he was in the safe seclusion of his own home, tucked into the warmth and dry surroundings...he felt at odds with himself. He was angry that he allowed himself peace, when that poor angel was probably dying - or dead, the thought made him shiver - outside. His resolve cracked as he placed a slender hand against the glass of the window, a terrible cold biting into his skin.
He had to see it again. He needed to help it...as it had helped him.
Pushing back his chair with a loud scrape, Azruael stood and departed from the table with one thought in mind: to find the angel. He walked to his closet in the hallway and peered inside, looking for the coat Lily had gotten him after the rain he had walked into. He plucked it from its hanger and proceeded to undo all the zippers before pulling it over his head and agonizing while doing them all up again. The jacket was thick and made of a soft leathery-rubber-like material, black in color. It hung all the way down to his ankles and hugged against him nicely so that nothing would get in his way as he walked. There was one silver zipper running down the middle in the front, and two on the back, just above his shoulderblades. That was what he loved about it...freedom for his wings.
The demon paused as he made his way to the door, and backtracked towards the closet again. Looking inside, he reached towards the shelf above his head and yanked down a blanket that made a vast amount of noise at its disturbance. Water-proof. The outer layer was draped in strong plastic, while the inner was soft and wooly; buttons ran down each side.
Without a second thought, he snatched up an umbrella and finally headed towards the door, tucking everything under one arm as he pulled his hood up; he tightened the leather binds until most of his face was covered. Then he swung open the front door, inviting the cold rain and sharp wind into his humble abode.
Just as he had suspected, the umbrella didn't last long. The moment he opened it, the biting gale swept it away and clattering into the darkness. He could hear its ascent into the town, screeching and snapping its way along; hopefully it didn't hit anyone. The thought of it doing so, however, brought a swift smile to his cold lips.
The black winged demon allowed his feet to lead him as the wind and rain buffeted against his back. He doubled over the item he carried protectively, golden eyes narrowed against the gloom set out before him. He could barely see a foot ahead of him let alone where he was going, and so he wandered rather aimlessly out of the town and into the wild. However, with the kind of weather raging around him, everything could be considered wild. His thick soled boots continuously sank into the muddy earth and it became a constant for him to grunt, stop, and tug it free. Time was washed away as he walked, having no idea where he was going, but too stubborn to stop and turn back. He could feel water seep into his shoes, feel the biting cold and numbness setting into his toes, lacing up his shins and nearly locking his knees.
But he didn't stop. And he wouldn't.
However, he did begin to feel a bit down trodden as he had yet to catch glimpse of the angel. It had no doubt been an hour or so, and the lack of feeling in his legs was more than a little unnerving. Azruael stopped and pivoted unsteadily upon his heel, turning and heading in what he hoped was the direction he had come. And he stopped...for before him, sitting amongnst the rain, the sleet, the clawing wind...
Was a beacon of light. His heart caught excitedly within his throat.
The demon, despite the way his hips and ankles ached, began the tedious journey of moving towards the flickering light. The rain slapped against his face, tore strands of his hair free from under his hood and yet he persisted...his heart told him to do so. For every sin he had commited, every black smear upon his heart, the demon...considered himself a good person. And he was.
Was that why the angel had lead him? Helped him? Or was it taking pity on a damnd soul like his own? Azruael banished those thoughts as he neared the being, who, to his surprise, was upon the same slab he had helped it reach when he had first found it. But this time the being sat with its knees drawn to its chin, clear blue eyes half lidded. It was so beautiful...the very essense of innocense as it sat there, long hair flicking back and forth in unison with the wind. Relief washed over him - Gods, he was glad it was still alive! Smiling through numbed lips, Azruael approached the angel carefully, making sure it saw him; he didn't want to startle it.
Its child-like face tilted upwards, eyes opening fully to regard the demon with a look of remembrance. That alone made the him strangely giddy...It was, of course, untouched by the rain and yet its white skin was tinted with the barest of blues...but it made no qualms over the cold it felt. Pulling the blanket from under his jacket, Azruael tilted his head in brief hesitation before stepping into the angel's ring of light.
Unfortunately, he was still buffeted by the rain and sleet.
"Well," he laughed, voice being coaxed away by the wind. "That's not fair." The angel had apparently heard, and smiled faintly, eyes dancing with barely hidden amusement. Rolling his shoulders, Azruael knelt and unfolded the blanket, and being ever forward he leaned close to the pale being and draped the item over its shoulders.
"Here you are, my friend..." Its eyes flickered with curiosity. "I was...just worried, that's all." It stared. "Please don't look at me like that."
The man straightened and backed up, only to be regarded with the barest flickers of sadness within those gentle, blue eyes. His heart wrentched unlike anything else could ever make it, and he found himself drawing near again, kneeling even. Its face, its loneliness...the angel reminded him of a person he held dear to his heart.
"...Alright. But not for too much longer." Thunder rolled overhead and lightning pealed across the sky. Hell was waging war in Heaven. They battled, they clashed, they screamed and tore at eachother wildly...
And Azruael sat through it all with the flickering angel across from him...for at least two more hours.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 8:37 am
To want How long had it been since he had last seen his lover's face? Days? Weeks? Months? The latter most was probably the answer - time enough to be found in the rain, to be nurtured back to health, to find a home and start a job in this tiny town...even as he began to put his life back together after one of the many times it had crumbled, there was one piece that he couldn't find now. He was left incomplete... "Rhiannon..."The sound of his voice had caught her attention, and Lily looked up from her place behind the bar's counter, hand pausing in drying a mug. Azruael had an air of stillness about him, and he had been staring out of the same, darkening window all day. Her red lips pursed in annoyance - he hadn't been working - and she began to make her way over, curls bobbing. "Love, it is best not to approach him when he is like this..."The sudden appearance of a blonde haired young man took her off guard, and she jumped, one hand coming to rest upon her chest. She shot him a glare and would have turned to him were he not close enough already... "Lucien! Unlike you, I'm human...and prone ta being frightened!" she snapped, adding the former part in just to make a point. She fisted her hips and tossed her gaze upon Azruael, her eyes becoming worried. Lucien sneered and tilted his head, fangs glinting, "Maybe if you were to become a vam--"Azruael stood suddenly, his hands slamming against the tabletop which caught their attention. The angel hadn't saved him from his nightmares in so long, but stood vigil just above him every night. Was there something he had to do? Something he had to accomplish before he was once again cradled back to safety? He knuckled his forehead and turned to face his two whispering friends, golden eyes burning. Whatever the seraph wanted was driven out from his need to see his lover, no matter how angry they were at eachother. ...His inability to see her made him incomplete. "I'm going." he started abruptly, moving towards the door. Shoving some drunkards aside, the demon grabbed the handle and nearly ripped it open in his urgency before tearing haphazardly into the sky upon wings of black. He didn't know where he was going, or if he'd make it...but the thought of her spurned him. "Oh, Azy..."
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