tough luck

i won't soothe your pain indie angel wormwood semi hiatus

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you know how when you were young, someone probably told you that thunder was just the angels...

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restitutor:

 i’m officially moving az and wormy onto one account

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you know how when you were young, someone probably told you that thunder was just the angels...

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restitutor:

 i’m officially moving az and wormy onto one account

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boothos:

      she smothers the urge to bite her fingers in favour of watching them. them moving hair away from her face makes her sigh, but she’s not entirely sure if she’s welcome to put herself in their lap yet. coin settles for taking one of the angel’s hands and putting it on her belly. there’s nothing there yet, but her eyes do lighten a bit.

              ❝ baby. ❞

       the angel moves closer until their side is touching coin’s. it grounds them a little more and when she moves their hand to her belly, it warms up just a touch. they swallow. it seemed like an uphill battle that they might not be ready for, but wormy had pulled through and raised another kid before, as well as more or less raising some of their younger siblings. they nod. 

   “baby.”

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boothos:

              ❝ whose else would it be? ❞

      that guy killed her and enjoyed watching her bleed out, but that’s all he did. coin rests her chin on her knees and stares off for a moment. she doesn’t blame them for being suspicious, honestly, but it kind of hurts her, too. who else would she have been with? she presses her mouth against her knee and mumbles in her demon tongue before looking at them.

              ❝ you don’t want it. ❞

       “you just said--- never mind.” 

   they figured if luci gave coin the ability to have a child, maybe it was hers. they didn’t know. they didn’t suspect her of cheating because she just didn’t seem the type, and they weren’t accusing her of anything either. wormwood leaves their spot against the wall to go sit down on the couch beside coin. they use just their index finger to move some hair out of her face. 

       “--i didn’t say that.” 

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boothos:

      she gnaws her lower lip until she can taste blood, then licks her lip as she considers the angel. she doesn’t feel one hundred percent sure that the angel will even listen, especially if they’re already hitting the hard liquor barely ten minutes into their conversation. coin’s fingers toy with the edge of the shirt she’s got on.

              ❝ luci. ❞

      and she kind of retreats, moving off back towards the couch so she can sit with her knees drawn up. maybe she shouldn’t have told them right away, but when she was actually showing.

      they can tell their response upset her, but there’s not much they can do about it now. they watch her move back to the couch and finish off their drink by the time she gets there. that alone won’t do much to the angel, but it was a good head start.

  wormwood sighs and leaves the bottle and glass on the counter before making their way closer to the couch, leaning against a wall. they didn’t know how much she’d appreciate them being too close to her after that.

      “is it-- mine?”

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boothos:

              ❝ we’re pregnant? there. ❞

      she figures this entire thing is going to hell the moment wormy pours themself a big glass of alcohol, and decides that maybe sticking around while they mull it over isn’t worth it. coin scoops up her slightly chubby feline and holds the cat against her chest. mismatched eyes, dark green and darker grey, look away.

              ❝ no. ❞

       eyebrows lift and eyes widen just a touch. it sort of feels like the floor is falling out from under them and they place a hand on the counter and sigh. they want to ask if she’s sure, but doesn’t think she’d bother saying anything if she wasn’t. 

   “--pregnant, huh?” wormwood downs half the drink they just poured themself without as much as a cringe, then turns to look at her again. they weren’t sure if they could handle something like that-- that much responsibility. 

       “how---... how?”

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boothos:

      coin scratches princess m’s belly for a few moments, well aware of their eyes on her and the shirt she’s worn to announce something she’s only half sure of. there’s no visible bump, but lu forced one of those tests on her yesterday and then two more, just to be sure.

              ❝ yes? ❞

       light grey eyes narrow at the familiar since she isn’t giving them any information, but they’re hopeful for just a second and allow themself the luxury of believing that maybe there is no news for her to give them. it just doesn’t seem right to them though, so they turn to reach into one of the cabinets to pull out a bottle of liquor. the angel pours themself a glass (way too full) and rests a hand on their hip. 

   “-----should i be expecting a visit from my brother so he can break a few of my bones.”

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boothos:

@embitterer!

      she thought that the one shirt that gave away lu’s witchy status and made people laugh in the same breath would be the best way to get the news across. ( not that luci wasn’t expecting this. a one-time thing, she’d said. you can’t give a womb to something that isn’t solid. magic and smoke. )

              ❝ hey. ❞

       they don’t really think much of the shirt at first since they know lu and coin swap clothes all the time-- they’d seen lu wearing one of their own shirts more than once since coin had swiped it from them first. but this was a little too suspicious, even if they knew that because coin was all magic and demon, she couldn’t get pregnant, or at least that’s what they thought. wormy’s eyebrows furrow as they look away from whatever they’re cooking. 

   “--isn’t that lu’s shirt she wore when she was pregnant?”

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decaytouch:

@embitterer!

      does the devil gasp and fold a corner of her newspaper? absolutely. wormwood was definitely the last person she expected to see, even if the house she’s in isn’t hers. she wiggles her fingers.

              ❝ hello, nebula. ❞

       eyebrows raise (more at the fact that she gasps at seeing them than her being there) and wormwood gives her most of a smile. they wave their fingers right back at her and sit on the armrest beside her. 

   “miss morning star. here to terrorize our dear old brother?”

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decaytouch:

      bellamy gnaws their lower lip for a moment, the finger of their other hand touching the one they’d been staring at. maybe they’ll ask azrael how to deal with another pair of eyes, if he really does have as many as wormy claims he does.

              ❝ what’s that mean? can they hide? ❞

       the celestial watches them do this, and before they tuck the carton of smokes back, they consider offering one to bell. they think that az would probably show up and punch them in the nose before they even could though, so they’re put away with the lighter. they gesture a hand some. 

   “yeah. things’ll be a little more difficult if they can’t, don’t you think.”

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decaytouch:

      they couldn’t fathom why, honestly. not when there’s always a bullheaded angel or two headed lion lounging around like they own the place. sometimes there’s even a giant snake, all gold scales and cracked antlers. they turn one of their hands so they can look at it for themself, a hum escaping them.

              ❝ maybe it’s ‘cause they’re new. ❞

       if they’d asked, wormy probably would have told them it’s because it’s a constant reminder to az of how he’s different from other angels, continuously changing with how many people die. or maybe he was just self conscious about it. wormwood pulls a slightly crumpled pack of cigarettes from their shirt pocket and plant one between their lips. 

   “maybe. ---are they gonna be out like that all the time?”

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decaytouch:

      the pupils do follow the angel’s finger after a moment, but wormy’s next words makes bellamy open their eyes. the colour goes back to pale gold, something that makes them a bit curious, but they focus on the angel instead.

              ❝ he’s got more eyes than he says? i’ve never seen them. —… where would i even go to ask? hey, i need contacts for the eyes in my hands. ❞

       “not when he’s in a human body;otherwise he’s covered in them. doesn’t like everyone knowing though.” 

   that fact of course seems to make them all the more willing to tell, an easy shrug coming along with it. they thought all the kids had seen the real az, but maybe not. one end of their mouth curls up again at the sarcasm. 

       “lie and say they’re for the eyeballs in your head? thought it’d be easier than trying to fit glasses over both hands.”

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decaytouch:

              ❝ only when i close mine? ❞

      it sounds weird, even to them, but they close their eyes. the ones in their palms blink once, taking on a darker gold colour like the way bellamy’s eyes get when they’re a shadow. one of them closes, a mocking of a wink, at wormwood.

              ❝ it’s kind of blurry. ❞

       head tilts and their own eyes shift to a slightly bluer shade when the eye in bell’s hand winks. there’s even a little bit of a smile when they move a finger around several inches away to see if the pupils will follow it. 

   “you can thank your dad for these. some angels have a shit ton of eyes. actually, it’s only a few of them that do. --maybe you can get contacts for these ones, then.”

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decaytouch:

      bellamy fidgets a moment, because they hadn’t really been expecting wormwood at all, then extends a hand so mal can perch on their sleeve. not a huge protection against their falcon’s claws, but mal hasn’t ever actually drawn blood. they let the bird go wheeling away into the sky from the backyard, then turn their hands palm up and show them to the angel.

              ❝ i don’t know what they’re supposed to do. ❞

       the angel barely blinks at the bird flying off but does try to get a better look at the new pair of eyes in case bellamy won’t show them to them willingly. they move closer when the hands are offered up and they put their own hands under the hybrid’s, putting their own thumbs on top of theirs. they turn bell’s hands to see if the eyes move when the hands do. 

   “can you see out of them?”

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decaytouch:

@embitterer!

      they’re stroking mal’s feathers with the fingers of one hand, the peregrine falcon cocking their head at the hybrid. bell’s eyes are focused on the pale gold of the eye in their hand, something that’s been blinking lazily at them for the past half hour. bell’s not expecting to see wormwood.

              ❝ h—hey! ❞

       they do notice the eye in the palm of bell’s hand pretty quickly, blinking back at it but not asking about it directly-- not yet. that would come soon though. wormwood runs a finger of their own down the falcon’s feathers. 

   “hey, kid. someone’s a little jumpy.”

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boothos:

      there’s a hum, or perhaps something closer to a faint purr, when they kiss her shoulder. coin’s hesitant about it, but she finally rests her head against their shoulder and sighs, fingers toying with a loose thread of her shirt. it’s theirs, really, but no one needs to know that.

              ❝ did you have fun, at least? ❞

       hearing the familiar sound of coin purring gets them to sigh, and when her head falls on their shoulder, they move a hand to rest on her lower back. they seem to have said the right thing without having to say it too loud or having to repeat themself, so they’re glad about that. 

   “i was strung out most of the time, so, yes.”

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boothos:

      she frowns a little, pressing her mouth against her knees as she considers them out of the corner of her eye. after a moment, coin turns to face them, a finger reaching out to touch the back of their hand. her teeth settle in her lower lip.

              ❝ we don’t like it. ❞

       they only glance at her when she touches their hand, the spot she’s touching growing warmer. the hand stays where it is though and the angel moves several inches closer. they didn’t know what to say to her, if anything they could say would make her feel better anyway. so instead they press their lips to her shoulder and mumble against it. 

   “missed you.”