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To have such a precious being holding his hand so tenderly… Azrail let his gaze linger on the cherub for a few moments longer before turning his eyes to the living world. His fingers pressed softly against Cherry's, savoring the familiar warmth and comfort of his touch. It was a sensation that grounded him, so simple and profound.

Why'd Cherry thank him for this journey? Especially when he knew it was Azrail who had taken it all away from him in the first place?

Such sadness, though, didn't envelope the god.

Instead, Azrail lowered his gaze, gazing at his precious beloved—a creature of light.

The best thing to ever happen and to ever stay with him.

"I like seeing you like this," Azrail murmured softly. Leaning forward, he placed a gentle kiss on Cherry's hair.

Letting his eyes close, Cherry savours the feel of those lips on his temple. The way Azrail leaning so close fills his senses with the man's scent, and the way his skin tingles to be near him. Closer to him than even this. Was it wicked to think of such things? He's not sure, but a part of him wasn't much for caring right now either.

Golden sunlight filters through a dense tree canopy over head and casts spectral beams of gold around them, one falling across mottled skin with soft freckles, as Cherry glances up at Azrail again and feels emboldened by the suns warmth. After all he had been on his own for a few days now, and craved contact so much.

"Would you... give me a kiss?" He asks softly but for once actually isn't feeling shy. He'd thought about it. What it would feel like for lips to meet his, for Azrail's lips to meet his and he was just going to ask for it! A kiss, a proper kiss. A romantic kiss. If it was wicked to ask for such a thing, he didn't much care. Perhaps he was for wickedness now.

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“God damn it.” Atilla grumbled as he looked at the man on the ground and smelt the poison pumping through his veins. He vanished the body of the beast (looked like a subterranean vampire) and picked the man up in his arms with ease. Using a handy travelling spell he transported himself to Louisa’s shop. He called for her and the witch, with her hair wrapped in a towel wearing a silken robe hurried among the shelves of her now closed shop.

“He’s been poisoned.” Atilla explained. “Something old and fast acting. I think it’s Ragalac Root.”

Louisa hurried him into the back where a bed was available. A fire erupted in the fireplace as well as beneath a small cauldron. Louisa opened up an old doctor’s bag and began to inspect the ingredients before tossing the selected ones into the cauldron.

“Hurry, he’s starting to sweat!”

It was a fight once his muscles seized up but they managed to get the potion down him. Atilla kept watch over him as he slept, slowly nodding off next to the fireplace….

The first thing that Alistair registered, was a thumping headache. It made his neck feel stiff and his brain ache as if it was too big for his skull. With the pain, he registered his throat, dry as he lets out a groggy groan in protest of being alive. With life came pain and right now it was exploding behind his closed eyelids like fireworks. Next he feels his skin, damp and with it, hot and cold at the same time. As if a prickly heat collects on his brow, but he wants to shiver as if there was a breeze chilling him.

Lastly, the scratchy feel of a blanket on his sore, injured chest and the smell of something herbal and musky. If he opens his eyes it is all going to become real. He's still alive and his last monster hadn't killed him. Time to face the music, it seems.

With another groan he cracks his eyelids open and instantly regrets it. Light, though soft and muted, burns at his corneas and seems to jut right into the base of his skull in protest. So he groans again, thick brows furrowing as his head turns and he tries to make sense of what he feels. Something soft under him, a blanket, and a room that doesn't smell like his. "What the-" he grumbles, just managing to lift his hand to lay it over his eyes and block out the red of his eyelids, before coming more into himself.

He doesn't know where he is, and that in itself poses it's own danger.

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The first thing that Alistair registered, was a thumping headache. It made his neck feel stiff and his brain ache as if it was too big for his skull. With the pain, he registered his throat, dry as he lets out a groggy groan in protest of being alive. With life came pain and right now it was exploding behind his closed eyelids like fireworks. Next he feels his skin, damp and with it, hot and cold at the same time. As if a prickly heat collects on his brow, but he wants to shiver as if there was a breeze chilling him.

Lastly, the scratchy feel of a blanket on his sore, injured chest and the smell of something herbal and musky. If he opens his eyes it is all going to become real. He's still alive and his last monster hadn't killed him. Time to face the music, it seems.

With another groan he cracks his eyelids open and instantly regrets it. Light, though soft and muted, burns at his corneas and seems to jut right into the base of his skull in protest. So he groans again, thick brows furrowing as his head turns and he tries to make sense of what he feels. Something soft under him, a blanket, and a room that doesn't smell like his. "What the-" he grumbles, just managing to lift his hand to lay it over his eyes and block out the red of his eyelids, before coming more into himself.

He doesn't know where he is, and that in itself poses it's own danger.

Gasping softly in mock outrage at Raijin calling her demanding and spoilt, but it soon breaks with a wicked little smirk because yes, she knows it and he enables her, so he only really has himself to blame! Lightly patting the back of his hand, she nods and starts to formulate her own plan in her mind. "Little bikini, lotion, coconut drinks.." she reels off as she turns back around again. "-and I think I will wear the white dress today, with the cute bow tie at the front.." well that was the hardest decision made and she'd done it! The day could only go up from here.

"No wonder witches give up their ability to conceive!" She calls out as she starts walking towards the walk in wardrobe, with the aim to get dressed so they can start their day. "Ultimate power over magic in the known universe OR fat ankles?!" She continues to chatter away. There were lots of different parts of her body at the moment that she didn't like, or parts that she could no longer really see and her ankles fit into both categories. Her hair, however, had never been this thick and luscious, plus bigger books had its perks. She couldn't wear g-strings any more, however, and that was a shame.

The dress in question was flowy, flattering and had a very sweet, large black bow that held the front together over her chest. She knew she was just waiting for inspiration to strike! "I wonder if our baby will have any magic..." she stops to think, a maternity thong in her hand, pulled from the draw as she pauses. It was a baby god and from a witch mother, would it have magic?! @sturmboe

sturmboe

Seems as though all Heather had needed was the talk of a well deserved vacation in the lap of luxury under the sun and her spirits were lifted. Fine with Raijin who would never complain about her being in a good mood which prevented them from having to argue back and forth about every single thing. Instead he got to envision her tanning in a sexy outfit along with long days...and nights of passion under the warm sun. Honestly he wouldn't want to be in her shoes, actually understanding of her being a bit more grumpy regarding certain issues along with the pain of carrying another growing being in her body but- yes, the perks that did come with it were enjoyed thoroughly by him. And so he leaned in the door frame after having followed her after, arms crossed over his chest to watch over her as she began getting changed at last. From a cooking housewife back to who she was originally, that spunky party girl he knew just - a tad more elevated in style. "You didn't have magic when you conceived." Raijin pointed out although there did seem to be something he could sense in their child, something other than the buzz of his familiar power steadily growing. Whatever it would be, he would enjoy whatever it would cause in this world. A rupture of sorts, something to fully re-arrange the order of the realm. He chuckled to himself. "Raitaro asked about the sex of the kid..before cussing me out." Eyes did stop on the thong in her hand, amusing how even when evidently pregnant she could not give up lingerie. Nothing he could ever complain about, really.

#replies;Heather #sturmboe

With a tut Heather throws an accusatory glance back over her shoulder at the father of her child, because yes, she did not have her magic when she conserved… because he has yet to help her regain it! She had his magic, temporarily, but that was not the same as her own, female power. The power of witches. Passed down from mother to daughter, that grows in the contempt for men as they shackle and control… “don’t you remind me about my magic” she snips, waving the thong in her hand threateningly at him before turning away to slip out of what she was wearing and into it.

“Oh did he now?” She calls back, underwear smoothing up her legs before settling under the bump and into place. Now in just that she starts hunting for a bra that will fit. These big things could take someone’s eye out she swears! Probably Raijin’s. “Did you tell him we were waiting for the birth?” She enquires because her man’s relationship with his other son is a touchy subject but still one that fascinates her. Her son in law (though there was no law involved but she likes to think of him as such) was similar age to her and likes to warn her frequently that Raijin would be her ruin. He got her pregnant… she is already well aware what men are like!

“I wonder if he is actually curious or just feeling some sort of sibling rivalry, jealousy maybe…” she muses, slipping on a lacy white bra and wiggling her tits into the cups before tutting as she doesn’t seem to have the flexibility she once did! The can’t get her arms to reach around the back to do it up! “Get in here would you and help me with this damn thing! I’m telling you! Life gets much more difficult than this and I’m done with clothes!” This was a threat she’d made before. She wouldn’t wear a stitch inside (she threatens) if life got more uncomfortable!

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@elysiumxii truce time

#NONSTOP CIX THIS IS SO CUTE I WANT HIS ARM ROUND ME BET HE SMELLS SO GOOD OMG HES SO TALL!!!!#ship;Heather

"Moments ago you didn't even know what dress to wear.." Of course he had to give her a teasing reminder while listening to her describe a beach vacation in a bikini, one he had not opposed to. Work was fascinating every day, managing to entertain someone as bored of existence as Raijin but- with Heather in the picture it was not a must. And so it was easy to bait him with a vacation together, maybe to a far away island undisturbed by other vacationers. While contemplating the right spot for his private jet to take them his hands were led along her stomach, not knowing where it was that she guided him until the kick of their child drew his attention. "I do like you in a tiny bikini." Raijin mumbled while leaning into her further, lips brushed her temple before kissing it while his palms rested to her stomach. There was a bit more he felt, the divine energy growing inside of her matching his very own, connecting him to their child on a level different to physical. It did remind him of Raitaro, the feeling the same yet this time around it may end different. "Your mother is awfully demanding." He joked with a glance to her stomach, although his gaze did catch her pout so he simply cupped her chin between his fingers and leaned down to catch plush lips in a lingering kiss. "Such a spoiled lady.."

#replies;heather #sturmboe #honesTTLLYY IDK!!#but im here for it ngl

Gasping softly in mock outrage at Raijin calling her demanding and spoilt, but it soon breaks with a wicked little smirk because yes, she knows it and he enables her, so he only really has himself to blame! Lightly patting the back of his hand, she nods and starts to formulate her own plan in her mind. "Little bikini, lotion, coconut drinks.." she reels off as she turns back around again. "-and I think I will wear the white dress today, with the cute bow tie at the front.." well that was the hardest decision made and she'd done it! The day could only go up from here.

"No wonder witches give up their ability to conceive!" She calls out as she starts walking towards the walk in wardrobe, with the aim to get dressed so they can start their day. "Ultimate power over magic in the known universe OR fat ankles?!" She continues to chatter away. There were lots of different parts of her body at the moment that she didn't like, or parts that she could no longer really see and her ankles fit into both categories. Her hair, however, had never been this thick and luscious, plus bigger books had its perks. She couldn't wear g-strings any more, however, and that was a shame.

The dress in question was flowy, flattering and had a very sweet, large black bow that held the front together over her chest. She knew she was just waiting for inspiration to strike! "I wonder if our baby will have any magic..." she stops to think, a maternity thong in her hand, pulled from the draw as she pauses. It was a baby god and from a witch mother, would it have magic?! @sturmboe

Underneath it all Sei might have felt that something was off, that Helios usually did not have such an urge to go somewhere or meet someone. Whatever it was with his brain slowly waking up more by the moment, he became more aware but wouldn't let it show. All he did was simply scoot up a bit more until he could sit, those muscular arms remaining loosely around the blonde to prevent him from leaving just yet while his cheek pressed to the older's shoulder. Of course he had gotten his fill, even after all this time they could still go at it like crazy for hours. It was an addiction that would never lose its sweetness. "Kiss me good morning and we have a deal." Drinking in the judgmental look of his boyfriend, Sei basked in it like it was filled with nothing but love. He couldn't help it, the blonde was so cute even in the morning, even when he was frowning. Maybe it was also because he knew Helios could very easily slip away if he just wanted to. Despite that delicate body there was some unmatched strength hidden underneath all the beauty. Their cat too was not spared of this idiocy with the way his leg under the covers pulled the blanket up and the cat along with it, soon joining the two of them in their embrace right in between. How blissful it was, their bickering little family.

#replies;helios #sturmboe #omg

Turning to look at him, Helios can't help but smile as he sees that floppy bed hair and those puffy, pillow cheeks. Sei was handsome with everything he did, but right now he was so cute. Helios doesn't fight his smile as it lifts the corner of his mouth, his hand reaching up to smooth the messy hair back from Sei's forehead with a chuckle. "You're a menace" he whispers back to him, before leaning forward to press their lips. Only, when Helios kisses Sei it can never be just a peck, kissing Sei was his favourite thing! So even now, in one of the dancer's old t-shirts, his arm winds around his boyfriend's neck and he kisses him properly.

Maybe it was the dream, or maybe it was the early hour, but Helios can't help but feel nostalgic as he pulls back a little to look at him. Their noses lightly bumping as he whispers "do you remember when we first met?" The Greek does, because he had so quickly become obsessed with Sei, that never really ended. They were like oxygen to each other and Helios couldn't imagine living without Sei by his side.

"We should get married" he says suddenly, catching himself a little by surprise! Pulling back a little to look at him, wondering how he will take it, their faces still close as Helios scan's Sei's eyes. @sturmboe

Though it hadn't even crossed Azrail's mind to let the cherub go alone, he was surprised by the invitation—or rather, the request—to accompany Cherry. He searched Cherry's expression for more of it.... Cherry, Cherry, your consideration might very well be your undoing...

A brief silence followed as Azrail took a moment to appreciate his brave, sweet companion.

Then, the ancient god finally responded:

"I will," he said, slowly extending his hand for Cherry to take. "But close your eyes, yes?," he murmured, as the shadows that circled his being began to swirl around both their feet, forming a dark, smoky pool that caressed the cherub's form affectionately.

In an instant, the darkness enveloped them, transporting them from the Underworld. When the shadows dissipated, they stood on the edge of a forest, facing a vast field of flowers beside a flowing river. The midday sun bathed them in warmth, the brightness a stark contrast to the realm they had just left. Azrail winced slightly, one again unaccustomed to such intense light.

"You may open them now," Azrail said softly, his gaze then fixed on Cherry, waiting for the cherub's reaction. The sunlight danced on Cherry's form, a sight that seemed almost surreal to the god of shadows, who remained ever watchful, yet out of place in this world of light.

Cherry feels a rush of relief at the confirmation that Azrail would join him. He didn't enjoy having the god out of his sight, more and more he got the feeling that he was pulling away from him, and if he got too far, he might not come back. Like this, at least, Cherry could keep a tight hold of him. So as the large hand reaches out to him, Cherry does just that. Taking it in his own smaller one, he curls his fingers eagerly around it, before glancing down at the blackness that gathers. It no longer worried him to see Azrail's shadows, in fact now they were more like friends.

Doing as he is told, after one last smile up to his companion, the cherub lets his eyes close and lightly curled, blond lashes fan out across his cheeks as he waits trustingly . It isn't long before he is rewarded, as the warmth of sun spreads over his cheeks, and he can hear the call of birds above them. The air held the smell of moss and plant life, as his chin lifts and he takes a moment to simply enjoy. His eyes remain closed, turned up to that warmth, as he hums softly in delight and the corner of pink lips curl with a smile. This was the most perfect gift.

He couldn't forget the man that had brought him here, slowly lifting their joined hands up under his chin as following another deep exhale, he lets his eyes flutter open and fill with the sights of spring around them. With Azrail's curled fingers tucked up under his chin, he gazes around, light eyes taking in the peeks of sunrays through the tree canopy above that play over them like mirror reflections dancing over his face. Everything was lush and green and just how he remembered it.

"Thank you" he says softly, turning his eyes to the taller man above him. Cheek turning into their joined hands by his face, as he enjoys not only the surroundings, but having Azrail close as well. Sunlight was a second to that.

Nights had not changed even at the revelation of what has been happening all these years. Sei honestly still had a very hard time believing it but he would never discredit Helios' words. In a sense it explained a lot of things while also not quite explaining anything at all. It was a mystery the two of them could discover together. For now though he wanted his lover back in his arms to snuggle a bit longer while he was oblivious to the nightmare the other has had. "What about my biscuits?" Of course he was joking sleepily first thing in the morning with his stupid smile parting enough to give Helios' hip bone a playful nip of his teeth. Eventually his eyes did open to look at the tousled blonde while his arms made no attempt of letting him go. Even with their cat jumping between them to meow, clearly demanding her breakfast to ensure she would not starve by the time the two lovebirds figured it out - she was dramatic like her parents.

#replies;helios #irrwicht

"Sei-!" Helios whines again, only this time with a more scolding tone as it appears the other really wasn't getting the message either he or their cat were putting out there! They needed to get up!

"Oh like you didn't get your biscuits last night?" He scoffs, head giving a sassy little tilt because last night Sei had definitely gone to bed happy! Now he was just being a brat! He needed to get Hypnos before his night shift ended so he had to get up and out before dawn! Not something that the old sun Titan enjoys, yet if he has to do it, the least Sei could do is feed the cat!

He was quite strong, however, those dancer muscles working over time so unless Sei gave in and let him go, all Helios could really do is look down at him disapprovingly. "Kitty! You tell him!" He looks down at the cat and nods as she gives another impatient meow. Not behaviour Helios should be encouraging, perhaps..

Azrail had promised him a nice place to stay... Prettier things to look at. And although he was doing what he could, it was clearly not enough. Unable to handle the other's disappointment, Azrail reached out, wiping Cherry's cheek. He had to remind himself— that he didn't deserve the cherub, in any way. if anything, he had stolen the other from his real life, his real home. He chose to be selfish, as he had never been this much before. So he had to make this, if anything, at least a little bit right.

"You saw it?" he asked, yet so distant again.

You see, he was focused on the wrong things. He was focused on the disappointment. And the lingering misery. Instead of how the other's soul had lit a bit at seeing him.

"Perhaps... we could have a few hours up above, so you can grab them?" a flicker of something strange crossed Azrail's eyes; he was not fully into this idea, yet he'd offer nothing less for the other.

The God reached for his pocket and grabbed a black napkin, which he offered the other

Feeling the softness of the hand reaching out to caress his cheek, Cherry is instinctively turning into the touch, wanting more of it as his eyes close a little to enjoy. Cupids were tactile creatures and here, he was along so frequently he had started to become hungry for more touch, without even fully realising it. This touch however, was far too fleeting, as the hand withdraws and goes instead to a handkerchief, it is then that Cherry remembers his tears.

He had not meant for Azrail to see hm like this, because he was already too hard on himself. Cherry can see now the look of concern and sadness in the god's dark eyes and it pains him, just as his tears pain the other. Before the handkerchief can even be fully offered to him, Cherry is wiping at his nose with his sleeve and sniffing, wishing to dispel any visible signs of his previous unhappiness. Until he hears the offer of some time up there.

"We could?" He asks hopefully, eyes lifting to him with that same glimmer of hope in their depths as before. "You'll come with me, right?" He asks quickly, just to check, because time with Azrail was what he truly desired. Time in the open air, the lush tree canopy, the sweet smelling flowers, to enjoy all of that with the person he likes.

"I want you to come with me" he says again, clearer this time, making sure Azrail understood, because sometimes he thought the worst, when really things couldn't be further from the truth.

Unimpressed at the announcement a brow was raised, a side eye given before he looked back onto the notes on the music stand in front of him. This creature was weird no doubt, Kairi finding no explanation as to why it was always him getting into these stranger situations lately. Ambrose was no direct threat yet he was unnerving no less- if Kairi had any nerves to show at least. "I'm not worrying." He stated as fingers grasped the older's hand to pry them away from the keys, the sound he had made having blared rather loudly from the headphones. "Did you bring the sheet music for it?" The flirting attempt was left ignored aside from a momentary pause and clearing of throat before he had moved on back to topic. While he had always wondered what a relationship or even just a fling would be like, there were better things to do than to get too involved with a warlock- or whatever he could not remember the older had claimed to be- regardless how handsome he was.

#replies;ambrose #irrwicht

Giving Kairi a sort of 'ooo look at you, keep your hair on' look as his hands are lifted from the piano, Ambrose does as he's told, because currently it paid for him to be on the musician's good side. He likes to say this was easy, but it has some trickier steps to it. Not to mention some icky ones... such as she sheet of music. Printed on human vellum... human skin.

"I have the music" he nods, slipping a hand down into his bag to pull out the old, rather icky item. "Only thing that isn't on here is the one note we need... you sort of have to, fill it in-" he nods and unfolds the crisp, browned pages, with the musical notes beautifully penned with calligraphy in a sort of dark reddy brown 'ink' that was best not to question. This was why it needed someone skilled at music, because the note could be hard to find.

cont from here w/ @irrwicht helios & sei ft kitty

Helios had been so rattled by his dream he almost wanted to be a little frustrated at Sei taking so long to wake up! Even though he knows it is not his fault at all. His soul must have been catapulted somewhere else tonight, because it hadn't been with him. The fact that Helios felt a little bit jaded and jealous about that was just something he was going to have to unpick later!

"Oh Sei-" he huffs softly as his boyfriend is nuzzling into him and refusing to wake up enough to really hear him. He needed to see Hypnos to understand what this dream meant, if it meant anything at all, and the octopus in his bed wasn't helping! "I need to get up-" he scolds softly, and by now the cat that had been curled up against Sei's feet (he was the best to sleep on, he doesn't move), had stirred and her little bell gave a tinkle.

"You'll need to feed kitty before you get in the shower, you know she likes her biscuits early-!" They were controlled by the schedule of this cat.

#replies;helios #irrwicht

While his attention was fleeting at times it was hard to complain when Raijin had provided for everything one could possibly need. Still this was an offer of his for Heather to voice whatever she could be missing, anything to soothe her mood or help with all the hormones currently ravaging her body that she shared with another life force. No doubt that carrying a half-god was more than the average pregnant experience. Maybe it was the very presence of their future child that also affected the kami, finding his temper much more soothed than usual, the urge to argue diminished these days as peace had taken over their home. All he wished now was to stroke her hair, letting long fingers brush her scalp before sliding down her shoulders and back, keeping her steady in his arms as eyes exchanged looks of admiration and anticipation. "Going where?" No negative reaction, instead a rather neutral expression while asking about some more details. These witches, they could be so cryptic, especially this one. Fingers slipped from her back over her sides, feeling against the slight raise of her stomach where his senses picked up the strong heartbeat growing inside of her. It brought up old memories which had hands retreated in an instant to hold her hips instead. "Are you planning to have our kid in the ocean?" A joke, he was capable of that.

#replies;heather #irrwicht

She was a little surprised that he hadn't given her a sceptical answer, wanted more information or tried to dissuade her from such an idea, because it would take him from work for too long. Instead he seemed to be considering it, or at least enquiring enough to make a well rounded decision on it. Raising her eyebrow, she tuts softly at him and his idea that she'd birth their child in the ocean, but her hands smooth over her bump, before slipping lower to take his own. With her hands on his, she guides them back up to their baby, smoothing his large, warm palms over her bump in search of the area she'd felt a little foot kick previously. Their baby was very active, it exhausted her sometimes, but it also soothed her to feel it's movements.

"Maybe a beach.." she nods, absentmindedly searching with him, stopping around the side at the bottom, where little feet give a flutter as her smile widens. "Somewhere warm, where you can rub lotion on me and I can squeeze myself into a bikini..." her breasts were, at a minimum at least two sizes bigger than they had been, so perhaps she would also need to go shopping as well.

"Ah-" she coos as there is a larger kick, or perhaps an elbow, right under their joined hands, baby wanted it's father to know it was there. "Baby says hello..." she grins and looks up at him. They didn't know what they were having yet, Heather had wanted it to be a surprise. "Baby also says feed mama those little chocolate wafers she likes from the store near your office..." she adds with a soft little innocent pout of her lips.

@elysiumxii continued from here.

"Freaky is big coming from you." A roll of his eyes at the remark, although it did surprise him that it seemed like he must have previously freaked the other out with his 'gift'. Kairi wouldn't call them powers per say since he could not control them or do it at all, although Ambrose didn't need to know that. It also added to the mockery in his tone as he knew how he would die, indicating he also knew how he would not die. Like by the other's hand. "So simple in fact you wouldn't need me for that, right?" Fingers lazily stroked along the keys of his keyboard, pressing a few but the sound was coming from the headphones around his neck. "Literal notes?" What's he gotten himself into with this one..

#replies;ambrose #irrwicht

"Mmm, though looking at you now I sure could go for a bite of spleen-" the warlock teases with his Cheshire grin, resting his chin atop his hand, elbow on the keyboard as he looks over at the gifted, as juicy as he is sure to be. So edible looking!

With a sigh he sits back a little and shakes his head, before scooting a little closer into the musicians personal space across the bench in front of the piano. "No, I need a particular note, played a particular way, for this spell. I'm told it's possible for a talented musician. Don't worry-!" He chimes, carefree as ever as he waves a hand. "It should be easy for you! You play the note, I bottle it up and I'm on my way!" He beams, leaning closer a little more, "unless of course you want me to stay? Little maestro...." he 'flirts', which was more of an invasion of personal space and suggestive eyebrow wiggles.

Times of famine and disease... the worst moment for them to strike, as Azrail finally had something, someone, worth coming back for. Or at least that was his rational justification for his recurrent absence: the real one was about something entirely else. Something about the vulnerability of not knowing what to do.

After all.. he did see it...

The way Cherry's aura seemed to waver in his place. Even more so each time Azrail came back...

And it was somehow even worse now, as he approached their place and listened to those heartbroken words. It stung. It hurt. Azrail was a dark presence approaching, anxiously yet so distantly, before finally taking form right behind the other. Shadows recoiled at his feet, quietly retreated. Ashamed. For Azrail had robbed Cherry of his world, his life. Plucked him like a flower from its garden. And none of the small gifts brought to ease his guilt seemed to actually work...

Of course, such thoughts would disappear in the rare times Azrail leaned for a kiss: on the forehead, on the cheek. Only once on the lips. Because he remembered... he remembered how hard it was to let it go... How sad and void this place, his existence would be, were he to be alone again... How alive he did feel when Cherry was close enough...

"... I couldn't bring you the flowers you requested" he said, in a lamentable distant tone. He could smell it... the tears. And, he realized, he was afraid of what he'd do once Cherry turned around, enabling him to actually face them.

Well there really was no point sitting here crying about it...

Cherry can be quite pragmatic at times. That was probably what helped him deal with his current circumstances. It wasn't exactly easy dealing with not only having a crush, but that crush being an underworld god... and then that crush effectively making a lovely home for you both, but it being in the underworld and you can't leave. All of these things had entered Cherry's mind and been packaged up into something manageable. Some people do say Cherubs could be a little simple. Maybe that was helping at this point.

Taking in a lung filling, shuddering breath, Cherry sets to righting himself as he sniffles through the last of his tears. The tip of his nose now pink and a flush spreading over his cheeks, because he'd let himself get worked up with frustration, and that didn't do anybody any good. It is just then that his eyes catch sight of the flutter of wings, tucked under the shadow from one of the few remaining tomato plant leaves... a butterfly, slowly stretching itself out a little, wings fluttering before it settles and stretches.

For a moment he's so distracted by it, Azrail's voice catches him a little off guard and as it comes from behind him he whips his head around and wide eyes look up at him. He hadn't taken a moment to right himself, as he would have done if he'd known the other was visiting. He hadn't wiped at his cheeks or his nose, and his hair was it's usual lambs-wool fluff, unruly in messy curls on his head. "Azrail-" he says softly, heart soon soothed to see him, as he points behind him to where he had been looking. "A butterfly! I saw it...!" Though a little glassy from tears, his eyes enjoy the sight of the god in front of him every time he's treated to those first few moments of looking at him.

No flowers though, he realises with a soft "oh.." as his eyes lower to look down at empty hands.

continuing the tomfoolery w/ @lellarps ft cherry & Azrail

Cherry, by some miracle, had managed to make something grow. Down here, where the roots of dead trees twisted up through cracked, crumbling soil. No birds sit chirping on their knobbly branches and the only real sound was the rolling wind through thick, reed like weeds... that was until the first tomato plant had begun to spring. Perhaps it was whatever life force Cherry himself brought to the land, but slowly and surely green had started to sprout from that once dry and barren patch of dirt outside the small cottage he now called home.

"I asked him to bring me flowers, I hope he does-" the cherub sighs to himself as he eyes the empty jam jar, ready to act as a make-shift vase for the flowers he'd requested from Azrail on his next visit. Visits that had become too far apart for Cherry's liking - he was going to bring that up too. With a huff the cherub starts to shuffle on his boots, intending to head out and tend to his small vegetable patch, before the sound of something takes his attention. It was distant at first, but then it becomes louder. The caw of a bird!

"Birds-!" He gasps, leaping forward and out of the door, hoping to see a flurry of plumage, maybe a red breasted robin, or something light like a parakeet! Instead, what he sees is crows... eating his tomatoes!

"No.. no no-!" He starts to worry, hurrying forward as he waves his arms to try and dispel the things but they'd made quick work of his early harvest. By the time he's close enough they do finally take flight, Quite alarmingly large birds as they swoop past him, causing Cherry to duck and slip a little. Though more than anything he'd just given up, as he plonks back on his behind and looks over at his ravished stems. "I hate it here..." he whispers, finally saying his inner thoughts out loud as a fat, juicy tear starts to roll down his cheek.