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artist: @dog-of-ulthar
“You want perfection? Look in the mirror. Now over your shoulder. That’s right, it’s me.”
Biologically angels are made of an inner goo and an outer shell. These two have opposite charges. Its like a cell. Their wings are like the opening. They don’t get broken arm, but the shells can break, making a broken cut all the way around.
The plague is a corruption of this inner shell and makes its way to the outer part. The breaking of this shell kills them eventually when the body is too weak to contain the soul.
Raphaels immunity marks him one of the arcivists, but he was never recruited.
I want to write about science again.
Raphael really cared for Samyaza, always trying to do something for him. Technically, Raphael did not have a job, living where he did. There wasn’t any food to come down there. What he did get from Haliel was given to feed Samyaza, and other patients.
Samyazas eating disorder stemmed from this. Matching Raphael’s habits. He deserved to starve, he felt. And from there it twisted. It came from Raphael’s desire to care for Samyaza, and destroyed Samyaza’s health in the end.
outfit idea
vampires always like “i could kill you if I wanted” like? yeah? so could another human being. so could a dog. so could a dedicated duck. you arent special
twitter catholics are an equal and opposite force to twitter furries
Irin’s envy is self entitlement. He was chosen to be a weaver after all, he’s the best. He’s better than haroth. Smarter.
For some reason he doesnt weave as well as haroth. Hes smarter, but Haroth has better control of his hands. Where irin hesitates, Haroth finds it easy. And irin messes it all up, because if they dont do it perfectly timed it unravels. Why did the weaver make them together? Why couldnt one just be good at it?
It burns but he ignores it. He couldnt make it as a weaver and he knows haroth isn’t upset with him. But still it stings horribly. But hes good at the work haliel gives him. The whispers in the dark promise his reward. He knows hes better. Haroth hesitates now but Irin drives them through.
Samyaza was. Cute. Eager. Haroth adored him, for some reason. And even Irin enjoyed the angry and tall angel. But Samyaza prefered Haroth. Irin knew that. And it burned even more. To know someone prefers your brother even though you’re identical and connected.
The whispers told him how to fix it. And he suppoused that was the best choice.
Pravuil has freckles. He puts glitter on his face but underneath there are darker freckles
The bruises are bronze and brown. Blushing is gold.