I am the archangel of Lightning

(M!A active: none) Archangel Barakiel. NSFW is allowed. If you want my discord, ask me in IM. Dad to @hunter-jade-15,  @marvelwriter101, @batsunflowerdykestuff, @honey-bee-studies, @cherryblossomlgbt, @hufflepuff2010, @deadpoolbendyakadeady, and @angelmanzanas. Mun is 28. Muse is over 450 eons old. Dominion over lightning. One metallic silver eye, one metallic gold eye, 3 pairs of wings edged with lightning, a single metallic silver or metallic gold eye on each individual feather. He/him. Brother to @angeloftruth-amitiel. She is still a fledgling, so I have to teach her a few things. You can ask me anything, I will answer as truthfully as I can. You can confide in me about anything, I will bring your secret with me to the grave (if that ever does happen). Bodyguard of @adisagriffablake.

[ihategingfreecss-deactivated202]

“Don’t force yourself into sexual situation just to satisfy your partner” should never be a radical statement

[ihategingfreecss-deactivated202]

This isn’t a matter of discourse. If you don’t like sex or are meh about it, then don’t force yourself to do it just for your partner. Sex isn’t a task. Sex isn’t a requirement for a relationship. If you are afraid not wanting sex is a dealbreaker for your partner, talk with them about it.

Sit down and have an actual honest talk about the matter. If your partner prefers to be with someone who is into sex while you aren’t then it’s more fair for both of you if you split up, than to try to keep together a relationship that wouldn’t work. A person who is sex repulsed/uninterested in sex deserves a partner that will respect that, and a person who likes sex deserves a partner who will respect that. Stop perpetrating bad sex rethoric for fuck’s sake

[potions-and-halos]

Respect a person’s boundaries and never force them into a situation, sexual or otherwise.

[archangelbarakiel]

Couldn’t have said it better, myself.

[august-ross]

@archangelbarakiel @archangelhuntress

August had never been good at asking for help but now more than ever he needed it. He collapsed on his knees praying, pleading for help or protection. He only hoped, someone would hear him.

[potions-and-halos]

The roarimg whoosh of wings fanning out over and around Gus was the first sign someone heard, great crimaon metal wings flaring out to shield him.

@archangelbarakiel

[archangelbarakiel]

Even though there were no clouds in the sky, nothing hinting at a storm, thunder rumbled overhead at the same time the wings surrounded Gus.

[archangelbarakiel]

Metal wings shiver and fold up as the angel lands in the Ring closest to the Forges. "Well this sucks majorly."

Barakiel had been waiting for the angel to arrive. “What does?”

[potions-and-halos]

She hummed softly and looked almost drunk withe way she twitched and fluttered her wings.

[archangelbarakiel]

Bar chuckled when he saw the look on her face. “Are you okay?”

[potions-and-halos]

Az grinned back and dragged him into a tight hug. "Feeling fine as wine!"

[archangelbarakiel]

He hugged her back, smiling. “Good. As long as you are feeling alright.”

[archangelbarakiel]

Metal wings shiver and fold up as the angel lands in the Ring closest to the Forges. "Well this sucks majorly."

Barakiel had been waiting for the angel to arrive. “What does?”

[potions-and-halos]

She hummed softly and looked almost drunk withe way she twitched and fluttered her wings.

[archangelbarakiel]

Bar chuckled when he saw the look on her face. “Are you okay?”

[archangelbarakiel]

Metal wings shiver and fold up as the angel lands in the Ring closest to the Forges. "Well this sucks majorly."

Barakiel had been waiting for the angel to arrive. “What does?”

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael waved vaguely at her metallic wings aggravatedly. "These things. Everyone either stares or scurries outta the way."

[archangelbarakiel]

The archangel of lightning shrugs. “I don’t know what their problem is. I like them.”

[potions-and-halos]

The angel of death chuckled softly and swept surprisingly soft feathers over his wings, watching the lightning dance over her wings. "Yeah, I make a good conductor at least."

[archangelbarakiel]

Bar smiled. “I think they make you look badass.”

[potions-and-halos]

Az grinned right back, twitching and flaring her wings to chase away the remaining little bolts running over her wings. "Says the lightning-wielder."

[archangelbarakiel]

He rolled his gold and silver eyes at her, smirking. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

[potions-and-halos]

She laughed softly and narrowed green eyes at him. "Its not flattery if its the truth, big guy."

[archangelbarakiel]

He nodded. “Fair enough.” Bar reached out and stroked her wings gently. “If anyone gives you strange looks, think of it as a badge of honor. You are something they have never seen before, so you are unique.”

[potions-and-halos]

The feathers of her wings fluff and try to engulf his hand almost of their own will, making her smile a bit as she stepped closer. "Yeah, it still sucks it had to happen though. I'm not happy I lost my wings."

[archangelbarakiel]

“I know. I’m not happy about it, either. But at least you have these, right?”

[potions-and-halos]

"True. Took a while but I'm glad they're working finally. Still need a bit of work and color."

[archangelbarakiel]

“Anything I can help with?” Bar cocked his head to one side.

[potions-and-halos]

Az nodded and settled in on of the tables near the forges but not close enough to be in danger. Her metal wings fanned out, each meticulously crafted feather detailed down to the vain. "I need help winding the last bit of Grace necessary around and through them to make them connect fully to me."

[archangelbarakiel]

Barakiel went around behind her to get a better view of her wings. “Alright, what do you need me to do?”

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael glanced over her shoulder. "Draw my Grace down to the base of my wings. Ot should just be floating freely around the wings for now."

[archangelbarakiel]

Barakiel’s own Grace manifested in arcs of lightning crackling between his fingers as he drew Azrael’s Grace down along her back to the base of her wings.

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael's silky Grace coonected harshly, crimson spreading over the once silver metal with black mixed in. She relaxed and dropped her head, Grace brushing his gently once soothed.

[archangelbarakiel]

The Seraph fused Azrael’s Grace to the base of her wings, winding it through every feather he could find.

[potions-and-halos]

The angel squeaked and squirmed slightly every time another was connected, feathers fluffing out wildly.

[archangelbarakiel]

“Sorry, am I hurting you?” Barakiel stopped, pulling his hands away from her wings.

[potions-and-halos]

"N-no! I can feel them!" Excited green eyes stared back at him in awe.

[archangelbarakiel]

“Do you want me to keep going?” He gave her a worried look. If anything went wrong, she could end up losing these wings, as well.

[potions-and-halos]

She settled down again and forced herself to relax, knowing the risks. "Go ahead. I'm alright I promise Bar."

[archangelbarakiel]

After hesitating for a moment, the archangel went back to work. After about half an hour, he had finished. “Alright, done.”

[archangelbarakiel]

Metal wings shiver and fold up as the angel lands in the Ring closest to the Forges. "Well this sucks majorly."

Barakiel had been waiting for the angel to arrive. “What does?”

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael waved vaguely at her metallic wings aggravatedly. "These things. Everyone either stares or scurries outta the way."

[archangelbarakiel]

The archangel of lightning shrugs. “I don’t know what their problem is. I like them.”

[potions-and-halos]

The angel of death chuckled softly and swept surprisingly soft feathers over his wings, watching the lightning dance over her wings. "Yeah, I make a good conductor at least."

[archangelbarakiel]

Bar smiled. “I think they make you look badass.”

[potions-and-halos]

Az grinned right back, twitching and flaring her wings to chase away the remaining little bolts running over her wings. "Says the lightning-wielder."

[archangelbarakiel]

He rolled his gold and silver eyes at her, smirking. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

[potions-and-halos]

She laughed softly and narrowed green eyes at him. "Its not flattery if its the truth, big guy."

[archangelbarakiel]

He nodded. “Fair enough.” Bar reached out and stroked her wings gently. “If anyone gives you strange looks, think of it as a badge of honor. You are something they have never seen before, so you are unique.”

[potions-and-halos]

The feathers of her wings fluff and try to engulf his hand almost of their own will, making her smile a bit as she stepped closer. "Yeah, it still sucks it had to happen though. I'm not happy I lost my wings."

[archangelbarakiel]

“I know. I’m not happy about it, either. But at least you have these, right?”

[potions-and-halos]

"True. Took a while but I'm glad they're working finally. Still need a bit of work and color."

[archangelbarakiel]

“Anything I can help with?” Bar cocked his head to one side.

[potions-and-halos]

Az nodded and settled in on of the tables near the forges but not close enough to be in danger. Her metal wings fanned out, each meticulously crafted feather detailed down to the vain. "I need help winding the last bit of Grace necessary around and through them to make them connect fully to me."

[archangelbarakiel]

Barakiel went around behind her to get a better view of her wings. “Alright, what do you need me to do?”

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael glanced over her shoulder. "Draw my Grace down to the base of my wings. Ot should just be floating freely around the wings for now."

[archangelbarakiel]

Barakiel’s own Grace manifested in arcs of lightning crackling between his fingers as he drew Azrael’s Grace down along her back to the base of her wings.

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael's silky Grace coonected harshly, crimson spreading over the once silver metal with black mixed in. She relaxed and dropped her head, Grace brushing his gently once soothed.

[archangelbarakiel]

The Seraph fused Azrael’s Grace to the base of her wings, winding it through every feather he could find.

[potions-and-halos]

The angel squeaked and squirmed slightly every time another was connected, feathers fluffing out wildly.

[archangelbarakiel]

“Sorry, am I hurting you?” Barakiel stopped, pulling his hands away from her wings.

[potions-and-halos]

"N-no! I can feel them!" Excited green eyes stared back at him in awe.

[archangelbarakiel]

“Do you want me to keep going?” He gave her a worried look. If anything went wrong, she could end up losing these wings, as well.

[archangelbarakiel]

Metal wings shiver and fold up as the angel lands in the Ring closest to the Forges. "Well this sucks majorly."

Barakiel had been waiting for the angel to arrive. “What does?”

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael waved vaguely at her metallic wings aggravatedly. "These things. Everyone either stares or scurries outta the way."

[archangelbarakiel]

The archangel of lightning shrugs. “I don’t know what their problem is. I like them.”

[potions-and-halos]

The angel of death chuckled softly and swept surprisingly soft feathers over his wings, watching the lightning dance over her wings. "Yeah, I make a good conductor at least."

[archangelbarakiel]

Bar smiled. “I think they make you look badass.”

[potions-and-halos]

Az grinned right back, twitching and flaring her wings to chase away the remaining little bolts running over her wings. "Says the lightning-wielder."

[archangelbarakiel]

He rolled his gold and silver eyes at her, smirking. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

[potions-and-halos]

She laughed softly and narrowed green eyes at him. "Its not flattery if its the truth, big guy."

[archangelbarakiel]

He nodded. “Fair enough.” Bar reached out and stroked her wings gently. “If anyone gives you strange looks, think of it as a badge of honor. You are something they have never seen before, so you are unique.”

[potions-and-halos]

The feathers of her wings fluff and try to engulf his hand almost of their own will, making her smile a bit as she stepped closer. "Yeah, it still sucks it had to happen though. I'm not happy I lost my wings."

[archangelbarakiel]

“I know. I’m not happy about it, either. But at least you have these, right?”

[potions-and-halos]

"True. Took a while but I'm glad they're working finally. Still need a bit of work and color."

[archangelbarakiel]

“Anything I can help with?” Bar cocked his head to one side.

[potions-and-halos]

Az nodded and settled in on of the tables near the forges but not close enough to be in danger. Her metal wings fanned out, each meticulously crafted feather detailed down to the vain. "I need help winding the last bit of Grace necessary around and through them to make them connect fully to me."

[archangelbarakiel]

Barakiel went around behind her to get a better view of her wings. “Alright, what do you need me to do?”

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael glanced over her shoulder. "Draw my Grace down to the base of my wings. Ot should just be floating freely around the wings for now."

[archangelbarakiel]

Barakiel’s own Grace manifested in arcs of lightning crackling between his fingers as he drew Azrael’s Grace down along her back to the base of her wings.

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael's silky Grace coonected harshly, crimson spreading over the once silver metal with black mixed in. She relaxed and dropped her head, Grace brushing his gently once soothed.

[archangelbarakiel]

The Seraph fused Azrael’s Grace to the base of her wings, winding it through every feather he could find.

[potions-and-halos]

The angel squeaked and squirmed slightly every time another was connected, feathers fluffing out wildly.

[archangelbarakiel]

“Sorry, am I hurting you?” Barakiel stopped, pulling his hands away from her wings.

[archangelbarakiel]

Metal wings shiver and fold up as the angel lands in the Ring closest to the Forges. "Well this sucks majorly."

Barakiel had been waiting for the angel to arrive. “What does?”

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael waved vaguely at her metallic wings aggravatedly. "These things. Everyone either stares or scurries outta the way."

[archangelbarakiel]

The archangel of lightning shrugs. “I don’t know what their problem is. I like them.”

[potions-and-halos]

The angel of death chuckled softly and swept surprisingly soft feathers over his wings, watching the lightning dance over her wings. "Yeah, I make a good conductor at least."

[archangelbarakiel]

Bar smiled. “I think they make you look badass.”

[potions-and-halos]

Az grinned right back, twitching and flaring her wings to chase away the remaining little bolts running over her wings. "Says the lightning-wielder."

[archangelbarakiel]

He rolled his gold and silver eyes at her, smirking. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

[potions-and-halos]

She laughed softly and narrowed green eyes at him. "Its not flattery if its the truth, big guy."

[archangelbarakiel]

He nodded. “Fair enough.” Bar reached out and stroked her wings gently. “If anyone gives you strange looks, think of it as a badge of honor. You are something they have never seen before, so you are unique.”

[potions-and-halos]

The feathers of her wings fluff and try to engulf his hand almost of their own will, making her smile a bit as she stepped closer. "Yeah, it still sucks it had to happen though. I'm not happy I lost my wings."

[archangelbarakiel]

“I know. I’m not happy about it, either. But at least you have these, right?”

[potions-and-halos]

"True. Took a while but I'm glad they're working finally. Still need a bit of work and color."

[archangelbarakiel]

“Anything I can help with?” Bar cocked his head to one side.

[potions-and-halos]

Az nodded and settled in on of the tables near the forges but not close enough to be in danger. Her metal wings fanned out, each meticulously crafted feather detailed down to the vain. "I need help winding the last bit of Grace necessary around and through them to make them connect fully to me."

[archangelbarakiel]

Barakiel went around behind her to get a better view of her wings. “Alright, what do you need me to do?”

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael glanced over her shoulder. "Draw my Grace down to the base of my wings. Ot should just be floating freely around the wings for now."

[archangelbarakiel]

Barakiel’s own Grace manifested in arcs of lightning crackling between his fingers as he drew Azrael’s Grace down along her back to the base of her wings.

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael's silky Grace coonected harshly, crimson spreading over the once silver metal with black mixed in. She relaxed and dropped her head, Grace brushing his gently once soothed.

[archangelbarakiel]

The Seraph fused Azrael’s Grace to the base of her wings, winding it through every feather he could find.

[archangelbarakiel]

Metal wings shiver and fold up as the angel lands in the Ring closest to the Forges. "Well this sucks majorly."

Barakiel had been waiting for the angel to arrive. “What does?”

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael waved vaguely at her metallic wings aggravatedly. "These things. Everyone either stares or scurries outta the way."

[archangelbarakiel]

The archangel of lightning shrugs. “I don’t know what their problem is. I like them.”

[potions-and-halos]

The angel of death chuckled softly and swept surprisingly soft feathers over his wings, watching the lightning dance over her wings. "Yeah, I make a good conductor at least."

[archangelbarakiel]

Bar smiled. “I think they make you look badass.”

[potions-and-halos]

Az grinned right back, twitching and flaring her wings to chase away the remaining little bolts running over her wings. "Says the lightning-wielder."

[archangelbarakiel]

He rolled his gold and silver eyes at her, smirking. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

[potions-and-halos]

She laughed softly and narrowed green eyes at him. "Its not flattery if its the truth, big guy."

[archangelbarakiel]

He nodded. “Fair enough.” Bar reached out and stroked her wings gently. “If anyone gives you strange looks, think of it as a badge of honor. You are something they have never seen before, so you are unique.”

[potions-and-halos]

The feathers of her wings fluff and try to engulf his hand almost of their own will, making her smile a bit as she stepped closer. "Yeah, it still sucks it had to happen though. I'm not happy I lost my wings."

[archangelbarakiel]

“I know. I’m not happy about it, either. But at least you have these, right?”

[potions-and-halos]

"True. Took a while but I'm glad they're working finally. Still need a bit of work and color."

[archangelbarakiel]

“Anything I can help with?” Bar cocked his head to one side.

[potions-and-halos]

Az nodded and settled in on of the tables near the forges but not close enough to be in danger. Her metal wings fanned out, each meticulously crafted feather detailed down to the vain. "I need help winding the last bit of Grace necessary around and through them to make them connect fully to me."

[archangelbarakiel]

Barakiel went around behind her to get a better view of her wings. “Alright, what do you need me to do?”

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael glanced over her shoulder. "Draw my Grace down to the base of my wings. Ot should just be floating freely around the wings for now."

[archangelbarakiel]

Barakiel’s own Grace manifested in arcs of lightning crackling between his fingers as he drew Azrael’s Grace down along her back to the base of her wings.

[archangelbarakiel]

Metal wings shiver and fold up as the angel lands in the Ring closest to the Forges. "Well this sucks majorly."

Barakiel had been waiting for the angel to arrive. “What does?”

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael waved vaguely at her metallic wings aggravatedly. "These things. Everyone either stares or scurries outta the way."

[archangelbarakiel]

The archangel of lightning shrugs. “I don’t know what their problem is. I like them.”

[potions-and-halos]

The angel of death chuckled softly and swept surprisingly soft feathers over his wings, watching the lightning dance over her wings. "Yeah, I make a good conductor at least."

[archangelbarakiel]

Bar smiled. “I think they make you look badass.”

[potions-and-halos]

Az grinned right back, twitching and flaring her wings to chase away the remaining little bolts running over her wings. "Says the lightning-wielder."

[archangelbarakiel]

He rolled his gold and silver eyes at her, smirking. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

[potions-and-halos]

She laughed softly and narrowed green eyes at him. "Its not flattery if its the truth, big guy."

[archangelbarakiel]

He nodded. “Fair enough.” Bar reached out and stroked her wings gently. “If anyone gives you strange looks, think of it as a badge of honor. You are something they have never seen before, so you are unique.”

[potions-and-halos]

The feathers of her wings fluff and try to engulf his hand almost of their own will, making her smile a bit as she stepped closer. "Yeah, it still sucks it had to happen though. I'm not happy I lost my wings."

[archangelbarakiel]

“I know. I’m not happy about it, either. But at least you have these, right?”

[potions-and-halos]

"True. Took a while but I'm glad they're working finally. Still need a bit of work and color."

[archangelbarakiel]

“Anything I can help with?” Bar cocked his head to one side.

[potions-and-halos]

Az nodded and settled in on of the tables near the forges but not close enough to be in danger. Her metal wings fanned out, each meticulously crafted feather detailed down to the vain. "I need help winding the last bit of Grace necessary around and through them to make them connect fully to me."

[archangelbarakiel]

Barakiel went around behind her to get a better view of her wings. “Alright, what do you need me to do?”

[archangelbarakiel]

Metal wings shiver and fold up as the angel lands in the Ring closest to the Forges. "Well this sucks majorly."

Barakiel had been waiting for the angel to arrive. “What does?”

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael waved vaguely at her metallic wings aggravatedly. "These things. Everyone either stares or scurries outta the way."

[archangelbarakiel]

The archangel of lightning shrugs. “I don’t know what their problem is. I like them.”

[potions-and-halos]

The angel of death chuckled softly and swept surprisingly soft feathers over his wings, watching the lightning dance over her wings. "Yeah, I make a good conductor at least."

[archangelbarakiel]

Bar smiled. “I think they make you look badass.”

[potions-and-halos]

Az grinned right back, twitching and flaring her wings to chase away the remaining little bolts running over her wings. "Says the lightning-wielder."

[archangelbarakiel]

He rolled his gold and silver eyes at her, smirking. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

[potions-and-halos]

She laughed softly and narrowed green eyes at him. "Its not flattery if its the truth, big guy."

[archangelbarakiel]

He nodded. “Fair enough.” Bar reached out and stroked her wings gently. “If anyone gives you strange looks, think of it as a badge of honor. You are something they have never seen before, so you are unique.”

[potions-and-halos]

The feathers of her wings fluff and try to engulf his hand almost of their own will, making her smile a bit as she stepped closer. "Yeah, it still sucks it had to happen though. I'm not happy I lost my wings."

[archangelbarakiel]

“I know. I’m not happy about it, either. But at least you have these, right?”

[potions-and-halos]

"True. Took a while but I'm glad they're working finally. Still need a bit of work and color."

[archangelbarakiel]

“Anything I can help with?” Bar cocked his head to one side.

[archangelbarakiel]

Metal wings shiver and fold up as the angel lands in the Ring closest to the Forges. "Well this sucks majorly."

Barakiel had been waiting for the angel to arrive. “What does?”

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael waved vaguely at her metallic wings aggravatedly. "These things. Everyone either stares or scurries outta the way."

[archangelbarakiel]

The archangel of lightning shrugs. “I don’t know what their problem is. I like them.”

[potions-and-halos]

The angel of death chuckled softly and swept surprisingly soft feathers over his wings, watching the lightning dance over her wings. "Yeah, I make a good conductor at least."

[archangelbarakiel]

Bar smiled. “I think they make you look badass.”

[potions-and-halos]

Az grinned right back, twitching and flaring her wings to chase away the remaining little bolts running over her wings. "Says the lightning-wielder."

[archangelbarakiel]

He rolled his gold and silver eyes at her, smirking. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

[potions-and-halos]

She laughed softly and narrowed green eyes at him. "Its not flattery if its the truth, big guy."

[archangelbarakiel]

He nodded. “Fair enough.” Bar reached out and stroked her wings gently. “If anyone gives you strange looks, think of it as a badge of honor. You are something they have never seen before, so you are unique.”

[potions-and-halos]

The feathers of her wings fluff and try to engulf his hand almost of their own will, making her smile a bit as she stepped closer. "Yeah, it still sucks it had to happen though. I'm not happy I lost my wings."

[archangelbarakiel]

“I know. I’m not happy about it, either. But at least you have these, right?”

[archangelbarakiel]

Metal wings shiver and fold up as the angel lands in the Ring closest to the Forges. "Well this sucks majorly."

Barakiel had been waiting for the angel to arrive. “What does?”

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael waved vaguely at her metallic wings aggravatedly. "These things. Everyone either stares or scurries outta the way."

[archangelbarakiel]

The archangel of lightning shrugs. “I don’t know what their problem is. I like them.”

[potions-and-halos]

The angel of death chuckled softly and swept surprisingly soft feathers over his wings, watching the lightning dance over her wings. "Yeah, I make a good conductor at least."

[archangelbarakiel]

Bar smiled. “I think they make you look badass.”

[potions-and-halos]

Az grinned right back, twitching and flaring her wings to chase away the remaining little bolts running over her wings. "Says the lightning-wielder."

[archangelbarakiel]

He rolled his gold and silver eyes at her, smirking. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

[potions-and-halos]

She laughed softly and narrowed green eyes at him. "Its not flattery if its the truth, big guy."

[archangelbarakiel]

He nodded. “Fair enough.” Bar reached out and stroked her wings gently. “If anyone gives you strange looks, think of it as a badge of honor. You are something they have never seen before, so you are unique.”

[archangelbarakiel]

Metal wings shiver and fold up as the angel lands in the Ring closest to the Forges. "Well this sucks majorly."

Barakiel had been waiting for the angel to arrive. “What does?”

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael waved vaguely at her metallic wings aggravatedly. "These things. Everyone either stares or scurries outta the way."

[archangelbarakiel]

The archangel of lightning shrugs. “I don’t know what their problem is. I like them.”

[potions-and-halos]

The angel of death chuckled softly and swept surprisingly soft feathers over his wings, watching the lightning dance over her wings. "Yeah, I make a good conductor at least."

[archangelbarakiel]

Bar smiled. “I think they make you look badass.”

[potions-and-halos]

Az grinned right back, twitching and flaring her wings to chase away the remaining little bolts running over her wings. "Says the lightning-wielder."

[archangelbarakiel]

He rolled his gold and silver eyes at her, smirking. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

[archangelbarakiel]

Metal wings shiver and fold up as the angel lands in the Ring closest to the Forges. "Well this sucks majorly."

Barakiel had been waiting for the angel to arrive. “What does?”

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael waved vaguely at her metallic wings aggravatedly. "These things. Everyone either stares or scurries outta the way."

[archangelbarakiel]

The archangel of lightning shrugs. “I don’t know what their problem is. I like them.”

[potions-and-halos]

The angel of death chuckled softly and swept surprisingly soft feathers over his wings, watching the lightning dance over her wings. "Yeah, I make a good conductor at least."

[archangelbarakiel]

Bar smiled. “I think they make you look badass.”

[archangelbarakiel]

Metal wings shiver and fold up as the angel lands in the Ring closest to the Forges. "Well this sucks majorly."

Barakiel had been waiting for the angel to arrive. “What does?”

[potions-and-halos]

Azrael waved vaguely at her metallic wings aggravatedly. "These things. Everyone either stares or scurries outta the way."

[archangelbarakiel]

The archangel of lightning shrugs. “I don’t know what their problem is. I like them.”

[archangelbarakiel]

Metal wings shiver and fold up as the angel lands in the Ring closest to the Forges. "Well this sucks majorly."

Barakiel had been waiting for the angel to arrive. “What does?”