"N" gifted his phone number, a tether to the void between our streaming services. A treacherous thrum of excitement pulses through my chest, yet it sours into a bitter guilt. To harbor such velvet thoughts toward a man feels like a heresy. Is this love, or merely a shared hollow? His every breath is perfumed with the metallic stench of his wealth, flashing bank ledgers like dead men's ghosts, leaving me no doubt that he courts me with wealth. Yet the fog blurs the line between desire and friendship, leaving me flushed, lost in gloom, and shaking with emotional unrest.
A cold dread consumes me after whispering a dream of the departed Dottie to my mother. She deems its fractured echoes a spectral plea for baptism, yet I am haunted by a darker truth: that Dottie sought to reveal her true essence as a transgender man (FtM) at family dinner. In our house of rigid intolerance, this secret feels like a death sentence, made more harrowing as my mother unearths our ancestral tree to find her.
hello . am i correct in gathering that your name is Azrael ? i am attempting to read your introductory post but am having trouble with the font . would you happen to have a plain text version ? if so , i humbly request to be given access to it . i would love to be confident in how to address you .
regards , a fellow being angelic in nature .
Indeed, I am known as Azrael. Pronounced: Az-ree-el
I have amended the post to include plain text.
Throughout this day, my youngest brother has donned a masquerade of feminine artifice. I find myself haunted by the suspicion that his soul seeks a truer, more ethereal gender, though he denies this shadow of truth. Perhaps her soul wanders in a feminine shroud.
I unveiled my non-human essence to my youngest kin. He met my confession with jest, despite his disdain for Alterhumans. He remained indifferent. A blessing, I shall deem it.
hello there, i am a student of one in my old life who held your name. one which i was named after. It is nice to see you doing well, even if you are not the one which i am an appetence to. I hope you have a wonderful night, brother. From one reaper to another, i bid thee well
-Archangel Asrael
Greetings; 'tis a delight to share a name. My gratitude, may your night be draped in velvet, brother.
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