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Aldric "Beau" Beaulieu || Gargoyle || Unknown || Pansexual

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Worthless Savior || Beau & Ryder

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99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall.. 98 bottles of beer on the wall, 98 bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around, 97 bottles of beer on the wall… The song is relevant to what was going on right now except the bottles of beer were actually bottles of wine, and the number count was way lower than that.

He had come here for a glass of wine, just one, but now he was surrounded by 8 bottles and the 9th is already half way gone. Everything he tasted in his mouth was just one constant goop of fermented fruit that seemed to have permeated his nose. At least that was the least of his concerns. Right now he was stuck in lala land with his thoughts. His sad, pitiful thoughts about Sebastian again.

As a very contact based person he needed to have a minimum of at least 10 instances of physical contact everyday. Ever since he came up here he’s had none, zip, nada, and it fucking sucked. He wasn’t worried about what a long distanced couple should be worried about. Nothing like if Sebastian was cheating on him or if the demon had found someone better than him. No, he was more worried about how much sleep the pride demon was getting, if he was handling the lesser demons alright without his help, and things like that.

In his appearance on Earth he was youthful like an apple sapling, but now the age started to show. His face was lined with creased and his eyes were almost glassed over from being stuck in his worrisome thoughts. With another gulp from his glass he put it down with a long, drawn out sigh. On the inhale before that he has taken in a scent that would forever annoy the shit out of him, but he didn’t have the heart to do anything about it. No action to throw a bottle at the gargoyle- not even the movement to flick him off. That’s just how down he was right now.

When he heard the person stop sort of nearby him he glanced back for a second. “Not as chipper today. Sorry pal, but if you’re looking for a scuffle then come back tomorrow. Today’s my off day.” His words dragged as he ran a hand through his hair.

Beau’s brows were knit together as he looked at the hound. “No, no, I don’t want to fight.” He never wanted to fight but that detail would be left out. He moved one seat closer keeping an arm’s length away. “I would like to help if I can. I will listen if it helps at all.”

Worthless Savior || Beau & Ryder

Beau was feeling better. A little stronger than he was before. He may not have beaten a hell hound, but he helped a human girl, Caster. He took her home and finally found his ghoul friend Connor there as well. He was offered to stay at her home and he did. Each night he was provided with a place to sleep and store his energy. With this he was feeling healthier, and better suited to fight.

Still he worried about starting. Any fights he had come across led him to caring for innocents caught in the cross fire. He needed Connor’s help once more, learning to manage the fights. Unfortunately, he found the ghoul had left the human’s home and the gargoyle had to search. Since he didn’t know that the ghoul worked he went to the only place he knew the being to be.

Entering one of the bars he avoided anyone that reminded him of the last time he was inside of the these. He didn’t want to get trapped again. He poked around not speaking to many and while he searched the main counter. It was then that he sensed a hell hound. He turned his head and saw the lonely creature sitting at the bar with a clutter of bottles in front of him. His instincts told him to run, but he didn’t.

He turned to leave, but the look on the hound’s face had his eyes turning back. There was a sadness, or loneliness in their eyes. Beau bit his lip thinking over his desires and instincts. He should have left and his instincts told him so. the gargoyle wanted to help and save everyone he could even the hell hounds. Perhaps this was his only way in to the corrupted soul of a hound. “Pardon, Monsieur? Are you...okay?”

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Minimum Wage || O P E N

Caster felt the man release her and she fell onto the ground. She was shaking and breathless she was shaken as she turned her head to see what had made the man release her. She looked up to see the man who she had met on her father’s birthday. The one who had talked to her at the bookstore the other day, when she had been so upset. She hadn’t realized she had startled crying as she lifted herself a little off the ground.

“T-thank you,” she trembled as she looked at him. He had come to help her, she had not expected anyone to help her. She felt so stupid and weak, but also relieved. She was happy not to be alone.

watching the girl’s fear brought more anger from him. the gargoyle removed the magic from his wings and open stretched over Caster, while Beau clenched his fists. “Monsieur i suggest you leave. I will not hesitate to protect the innocent.” The stone being knelt beside the human raising his hand for her to take and use to stand. “Please, if you are hurt tell me. Shall I stay with you?”

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Calisto let out a laugh, “You weren’t talking about sex, were you…” He brought his hands up, scrubbbing them across his face. “Shit. I’m sorry, I thought you were talking about sex, Beau.”

The gargoyle turned red at the misunderstanding. “S-Sex, no, no! Ah,” his hands rubbed at his cheeks for a moment before they fumbled awkwardly. “I have n-never seen sex, It is okay, but I am no familiar with such.”

#cali #baby kit again <3

“On edge,” he certainly felt that. “Oui, I agree, monsieur.” at the offer of friendship the gargoyle nodded again and took the man’s hand in his. “S'il vous plaît, please, if you would help me as well I would appreciate it. I,” he hesitated, “I feel lost. Perhaps my faith is failing me, but I have had thoughts of things most unholy. For now I wish not to bother you with such a thing. You have a wedding to prepare for no?”

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Calisto resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow when Beau took his hand, “Oh. Uh.” He thought about that for a moment, “Wedding planning isn’t taking up all my time. I uh.” He brought his free hand up, scratching the back of his neck, “I mean, I’ve certainly had times where… being intimate… felt holy- like a religious experience. I suppose not a great moral compass for you on that, though, seeing as a large portion of the Church would have my head for participation. If you need information, I guess, feel free to come by the hospital…”

It took a moment for the words to process. "In...timate?" he wasn't sure of the term, though he did feel the need to question it. Beau considered dying and asked his leader for a merciful death. Perhaps Jude sould end his mockery. "Monsieur, how can this feel...holy? It is one of the ten commandments of your and our kind."

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“Amen, hermano.” Calisto said softly, heart aching in his chest that the other would pray for his family. He looked up towards the gargoyle, pursing his lips, “I’m afraid folks around here are just a bit on edge. They’re scared. I’m sure you’ll find people willing to talk and teach, though, it will be hard. If you’d ever like to talk with me, I think we could be friends.”

“On edge,” he certainly felt that. “Oui, I agree, monsieur.” at the offer of friendship the gargoyle nodded again and took the man’s hand in his. “S'il vous plaît, please, if you would help me as well I would appreciate it. I,” he hesitated, “I feel lost. Perhaps my faith is failing me, but I have had thoughts of things most unholy. For now I wish not to bother you with such a thing. You have a wedding to prepare for no?”

#baby kit #cali

Oh? An accent, thick at that, in which he could pinpoint exactly where the man’s language fell heavily in. “Isn’t that the truth? You’d think with how terrible things are here there would be more of it,” Benjamin said back in French. It might have been a wild guess, but it was also a personal excuse for him to practice his tongue again. “I hope you didn’t get too wet though the splatter from the ground might soak your feet.” With how hard the rain is dropping some of it was bouncing back up. With a quick look backwards he shuffled back a bit to make more room for the other under the slight overhang from above.

Another who spoke his native tongue brought relief to him. It was far easier to communicate with french despite the Ghoul’s help. “I have only been in such a place with so much hatefulness once.” It was the first war. This was getting much like it. He hoped much could be resolved before fighting broke out. “It’s alright monsieur. The ran is not what harms me.” The lack of sun wasn’t so bad either, but he needed to be sure to have enough for the coming night. “My apologies, you mustn’t worry about me. Are you from Paris?”

#benji blakeway #pls #this makes up for sending will #let the purity sink in #LOOK AT THOSE BIG EYES #YOU CAN'T DENY HIS CUTENESS

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“I am.” Calisto knew what scripture said about men with men- but he’d had that fight with himself a long time ago. He watched the other for a few moments as they walked, wondering what the other’s next reaction would be. He smiled, “I do. I love him very much.” He tucked his hands into his pockets, chewing on his bottom lip, “You don’t spend a lot of time with people, do you? Earthly people, I mean… It’s been hard out here for a long time, Beau.” He looked towards the ground as they walked, “I’ve been married before- I lost my wife and my young daughters about three years ago and I’ve spent a long time since then on my own. You have to hold fast to the happiness you’re granted, down here.”

Beau was satisfied with his decision. The being walking beside him was no different than Connor. He had witnessed much and still held firm to his beliefs, but that never meant he would turn from anyone that spoke so kindly. “Je suis desole. May the Lord keep watch over them in Heaven.” After the quick prayer he turned his gaze to the ground. “I was created to protect and save in a war long ago. and it hurt to do so. I believed I could save but I lost more than I could save. There wasn’t much time to learn before we were called back and encased on stone until now. I want to learn of the Earthly beings, but I’ve had little time. There are not many like you.”

#he looks so young #cali

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Calisto chuckled when the other went off in French, smiling at the other. “Don’t worry about it. Le pasa a mí también. I didn’t speak a lick of English inside my father’s home growing up.” He managed, before he remembered that Beau had asked about his fiance. “I’m sure Preston would love to hear you call him a lucky lady.” He grinned, “Preston Hart- biggest goofball this town has, I swear.”

There was a pause as he tried to be sure he heard right. “Him...you are marrying a man?” The idea of marrying someone of the same gender caused the gargoyle’s brows to knit together. The Lord had sad to go forth and be fruitful. This was-...No, the Lord had also commanded that humans love thy neighbor. they had free will. If it was love then why should he interfere or judge them? All deserved God’s love, and that was what made Beau so hesitant about fighting.

Regardless of the man’s choice, he was marrying the one he loved. Still the being believed in the Lord, and that meant enough to the gargoyle. The man wasn’t marrying a man, he wasn’t a homosexual, this was one of God’s children following their heart to the one they loved for eternity. His eyes showed their approval. “félicitations. Congratulations. I am happy for you. I pray you are pleased with him, and nothing weakens your bond. Pardon, my hesitation. You love him yes?”

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Calisto smiled, bringing his hand up and brushing it through his own hair roughly. “My family were Catholics. I’m more nondenominational now, though. I believe we’re discussing the same God.” He shifted slight, moving to stand up slowly, “Care to walk me home?”

Beau nodded happily, “this is good. I am glad to be of use to a man of God.” His head bowed once more before he stood and straightened himself. Wiping his face he turned to the side bending as his hand was held out to the road. “Please, lead the way Monsieur. You said you had a fiance. qui est la dame la chance? Ah,” when he felt too comfortable it became a habit to switch back to his native tongue, “I mean...who is the lucky lady?”

#cali #ignore the flower giving

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Calisto frowned, listening to the other, “It’s alright.” He let out, putting on a small smile, “I suppose I would get emotional too, if I were in your situation. It’s completely ridiculous that no one has ever prayed for you, Beau, I’ll make sure to think of you in my prayers. Someone should, and there aren’t that many people of faith in this town.”

The gargoyle bowed his head to the other. “Soyez bénis, Bless you.” Clearing his throat he lifted his head continuing, “no, certainly many here don’t believe. If i may be so bold to ask, do you believe in my Lord or another deity? I do my job to spread the word, but I do not wish to force it upon others.”

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Calisto let out a small laugh when he saw the other’s eyes well up. “Oh, Beau. There’s no need to cry. It’s really not that much, hijo.” He reached out, taking the other man’s hand and clasping it in both of his. “It’s the least that I can do, for the pain you’ve saved me.”

Through a small whimper he nodded to the other. “No one prays for me, monsieur. Not even our creators or l’ange we serve, I am greatly appreciative.” As his hands were held, he gave a gentle squeeze, biting his lip. “I apologize for my tears.”

#cali #BEAU STOP

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Calisto shifted around, making a face at the feeling of another person healing him. “Oh, now I know how that feels.” He let out, wiggling for a moment. “Yes, that’s much better.” He looked over the other the other’s features, smiling softly, ”Can I pray for you, in return?”

Lowering his hands he sighed absorbing the light used back into his body. it would need to be stored for the night. Perhaps he could find a place, but in the mean time he would prepare for the long night. When the other confirmed that the wounds were better, the gargoyle nodded, but paused when the man made a request. “Pray...for me?”

None had done such a thing for him. His fellow kin were prone to pray for each other collectively but for someone to pray personally for him...he wasn’t sure how to feel. In all his years all his closest friends would not do something so dear to him. Liquid pooled into his eyes. “You...may.”

#cali #I'm not ready for his crying gifs

Minimum Wage || O P E N

“You need to leave,” Caster said in a firm voice. The usually timid girl was supposed to be finishing her shift. That was until a very nasty and unruly customer stormed in. It was obvious he was looking for a fight. There was no doubt about that. She was not sure what he was or who he was but he had already torn down and threatened the girl who was working at the cash register. He had to go, and now.

Caster was never the sort of girl to step in, but she was always the type to protect someone. So she stayed with the girl. Pushing her out of harms way so she could handle the man. Then he started on her. “If you didn’t like your drink you could just ask for your money back.”

“That is not the fucking point!” He snapped as he slammed the mug down on the ground.

“Sir…if you don’t leave I’ll…”

“You’ll what!? Call the guard? We all know they can’t do fucking shit!” He hissed at her as he moved closer. Placing his hands on the counter so he could glare into her. The other customers seemed nervous. “What are you gonna do princess?”

PRINCESS! That was the word, that was the word! The one word that made Caster snap. PRINCESS! She worked her ass off everyday. She was trying her hardest to make ends meet. She hated that word with a rage so deep inside her that she did something so uncharacteristic for her.

She smacked him hard across the face. They both stood there for a moment. in shock. But the moment didn’t last as long as she would hope, because before she knew it he grabbed her dragging her across the counter. She screamed as she thrashed against him. “Get off me!” She shouted as she bit into his arm drawing blood.

There were few times Beau was ever angry. In fact he could count them on one hand. Once was fighting with Connor about the existence of his Lord, while another was over the life of a fighter he had subdued. With simple conversation the man gave in allying with the gargoyle’s only to be sentenced to death not long later for betrayal. Other times were similar to those, and with his emotions burning under the callous mask he was unable to win any fight except to come with an understanding with his ghoul friend.

This is why he disliked confrontation, and fighting. It was hard to show dedication, and truth even sympathy, and most would say he didn’t care. It hurt him for other’s to assume he didn’t care at all. When he did feel deeply, it surprised him as much as anyone else. So when he was enjoying the tastes of normal cuisine and heard the rude man, he tried avoid getting up. The gargoyle couldn’t react to every spiteful being.

When he heard the sound of a hit, his head turned immediately. It was the girl he had met at the bookstore. Something protective acted inside of him and in moments he was up and his wing reached out to hit the man away from Caster. “Do not harm her.” The gargoyle moved to sooth the human, the last but certainly not the worst of God’s creations. “Madamoiselle, are you alright?”

#caster #badass Beau #try him I dare you

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Calisto stared, watching the other with wide eyes, gaze flicking down to his hand when he was touched. He let out a stutter of a noise, unsure of what to do, before realizing that the other was praying. He closed his eyes, listening to the other silently for a moment. “You were sent by an angel?” He asked a few moments after opening his eyes to look at the other, “Well. That’s surreal.”

Beau sat quietly for a few moments and opened his eyes once more as the magical being spoke. “Oui, I may not be strong, but I am going to help. I am Aldric, but I do prefer Beau.” His hesitation to fight weakened his attacks, but the least he could do now was heal. With direct sunlight he focused his energy and felt the wounds inside of the witch. With ease the wounds were healed with little to no pain. “Is better now, oui monsieur?”

Something was coming. He wasn’t the most intuitive, but even he could smell it. Besides his nose picking up that lingering smell of sulfur here and there it was clear for the most part. Sometimes he would see something lurk in the shadows, something that had him hesitate slightly and turn the other way instead of giving into his curiosity. It made him uneasy, but as long as he could go about his daily life then there wasn’t much he could complain about it.

After getting out of the hospital he felt like he had changed a bit. Like a part of him had been unlocked, and instead of shutting it back up again he kept it open. He was his own man- not one that should bend over backwards for his father, and he had Lucy to owe that development to. It made him feel a bit lighter now that his wounds were mostly healed.

Benjamin was back to work within two weeks. He was still a bit slow and stiff, but other than that he was happy to be back at his shop. Some cleaning had to be done and for now he hired someone else to do the deliveries. There was a lot to sort through, but even he had to take a break every now and then. After hours of reading fine print he figured it would do him good to get some fresh air and something to drink. So he headed out onto the streets with an umbrella at hand. Rain was coming, he could smell it, and figured that it wouldn’t do any harm to be prepared.

After he got a cup of coffee at Rise & Grind he went back outside to sip on it. Just then he started to undo the clasp around his umbrella, and lifted it right as the first drops of rain started to fall. It was held over the closest passerby’s head without a word since his lips were still over the edge of his cup. After a quick sip he cleared his throat a little and smiled. “Sorry, would’ve said something, but I was in mid drink there.” As he spoke he looked out where the rain fell, the pattering growing heavier and heavier until it started to pour. “Good thing this is big enough for two, hm?” He chimed before he returned to his drink again.

It seemed as his mood dipped down so did the weather. He knew it wasn’t because of him, however it did not help with his emotions. Inside he ached but nothing showed on his face. Nothing could be natural for him. Looking up at the sky he saw everything darken and the clouds come together. He could only wonder if things the humans wondered themselves were true. Was rain God crying for his creations? Were the angels sobbing for their fallen brethren? Please do not cry, my Lord.

His thoughts paused as an umbrella moved over him. He followed the handle to the holder. With a gentle nod the other was thanked. “Merci.” The gargoyle forgot to return the smile and looked to his feet. “it is okay, I was lost in thoughts. I appreciate your kindness. I have not seen much here, monsieur.”

#benji #here this will make up for Willhelm XD

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Calisto looked up towards the other, furrowing his brows at him. “What are you?” He asked under his breath. “Yes. I’m a witch, my magic focuses on healing…” Calisto shifted forward slightly, trying not to grunt. “I just… I got jumped by some people. They don’t like my fiance much, decided to take out their aggresion on me.”

“Gargouille. I am sent to fight the hell hound by l’angle Uriel.” A witch, had beau met one of those yet? Perhaps he had attempted to save one from the hounds. As the man moved beau panicked but kept a calm face. “Please, no move.” though he did not get direct permission his hands moved close to the other’s chest. The light warmed the other’s flesh and he closed his eyes, praying as he attempted healing the stranger. “My Lord, lui et je force donne.”

#translation: please give him and i stength #cali

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